"Hey dude relax, remember it's 5 am. He's too lazy and too slow to bother coming here. Probably wiped off the egg and went to bed. And speaking of which we should do the same. Now, I don't want to be too pushy but would you like to stay the night? I've got a few sets of my twin brothers pjs, you could borrow some. It's okay if you don't, I just don't want you out at 6 am at night on this side of town, especially if Rick is running around trying to find us. But if ya don't wanna, then that's fine too." She shrugged.
"I-I… um… sure? I'll just… sleep on the couch, I guess…" Ryder stammered in reply, seeming a bit taken aback. It had been years since he'd slept over at someone else's house. He hesitated before slipping off his hoodie so he was just wearing the t-shirt underneath. The adrenaline was wearing off and he was clearly exhausted.
Evelyn shrugged. "Again ya don't gotta. And if you don't want the couch we can share the bed. I promise I don't bite. Too hard that is." She winked and giggled. "Only kidding. I'll go get pillows and blankets then." She then headed off to the broom closet for exactly that.
Ryder flushed a bit and sat down on the couch, folding up his hoodie and setting it on the floor beside him. Evelyn seemed nice, but like a lot of his fans, she was a bit much… Ah, well… I don't even necessarily have to interact with her again after tonight. Knowing me, I probably will, though.
Evelyn smiled and set down the blankets and pillow, and then an oversized t-shirt and some men's sweats. "Not the nicest pjs but, they'll work. Gnight!" She gave him a small shoulder hug and then walked back off to her own bedroom, passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Goodnight…" Ryder headed into the nearby bathroom to change instead of in the middle of the living room just in case. He folded his own clothes and set them on the floor beside his hoodie before curling up under the blanket and falling asleep.
The next morning, Evelyn was busying herself around the kitchen making english muffings with bacon,eggs,and cheese inside, and hashbrowns as a side. She sang as she worked, whatever little half melody that came to mind.
Ryder was still fast asleep when she came downstairs, and remained so while she was cooking. His blue hair was fluffy and disheveled from sleep and he still looked to be drained and exhausted.
Evelyn looked down on him as she set down the food in front of him. "Ryder? Ryyyder? Wakey wakey eggs and bakey. Seriously, I never cook like this for anyone else so wake up. I need to know if you want milk, tea, or coffee?"
"Mmmmmm…" Ryder stirred a bit and opened his eyes, yawning as he looked up at Evelyn. "Mm… did you say something?" He asked, rubbing at his tired eyes with one hand. Food…? "Oh, y-you didn't have to cook for me… thank you, though."
"Well figured you'd need the fuel before you left. I don't mind it Ry. Now then again I ask. Coffee, tea, or milk?" She said this as she disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a napkin and fork which she set down next to his plate.
"Um… coffee, please. God knows I need the caffeine." Ryder sighed softly and picked up a piece of bacon to take a bite out of. I should probably get going soon… wouldn't want to encroach too much.
She smiled and nodded, and made him a hot cup of strong coffee,set it down in front of him, and then began to cook her own breakfast, still singing away. She then stopped and peeked into the living room. "Feel free to turn on the tv and watch whatever you want. I don't really care." She shrugged and went back to her cooking.
"Alright, thank you…" Ryder kept eating, humming softly to himself as he did so. He didn't bother turning on the TV, figuring that nothing interesting was on at this hour anyway. He took another bite of his muffin and sighed.
"You're welcome." She called, and then sat down after she finished her breakfast. "Well. Ya can head out whatever. I'm not leaving until noon and if you really want too you can stay here the whole day? I don't see why you would. But if ya ever want to hang out again sometime, let me know. I had fun last night, even if I was tired. Sorry for nearly getting you killed like 3 times."
Ryder laughed softly and took a sip of the coffee. It was definitely bitter, but it would hopefully wake him up. "No problem. It's the most fun I've had in a while. I'm not typically allowed to do stuff like that." He hummed thoughtfully to himself.
(Here's some stalker stuff that Evelyn would probably know lol
- Ryder has an older brother named Roland who is 23 years old. He's married to a woman named Julia and they have two young daughters, Scarlet and Liliana
- His birthday is October 17th
- He's 5'9 and 153 pounds
- He dated a couple girls in high school
- He used to be poor, but gained money through music to get his family into a better financial situation. Eventually got big on the music industry through that (he started doing gigs and stuff for money when he was fourteen)
- Wears a size ten in shoes
- Frequently donates to various charities
- Loves animals, but currently has no pets
- Loves kids and intends to marry someday
- And probably some other stuff that I'm not thinking of lol. Feel free to suggest things)
"Yeah well you are a world famous celebrity. Not a low life like me. Such freedom has its ups and downs. Mostly downs though." She then handed him the coffee creamer and began to eat, figuring he'd just use the fork to stir it.
"You're not a lowlife…" Ryder added some creamer to his coffee and stirred it in before taking another sip. "I'm sure you'll make a name for yourself. By your definition, I used to be a lowlife as well. My family hit rock bottom, and I did something about it. Your situation won't get better if you just sit around and complain about it, right? You've gotta take action sometimes."
"Why do you think I have 4 gigs planned for 1 day? Also I've already gotten some offers but I refuse to sign any of them. All of them want me to get into the pop industry. I'm not in it for the money,or fame. I just want to be a voice that's heard and unchanged. Most producers will start to change your sound or overwhelm you all at once. I don't wanna get sucked into that. So I'm making my own record company. From the bottom up, one way or another." She nodded. "Been getting offers since I first made my band practically. They try to hit you early, while you're still discovering your sound, to turn you into another pop icon. It sickens me. No respect for music with good soul, rhythm, and message anymore."
Ryder sighed softly. "I still write all my own songs. I don't like to let them do it for me. It's definitely important to stand up for what you believe in, and I respect that. I just didn't have that option when I was younger. We were in a much worse place than this, and we had four mouths to feed. This was almost a last resort. I'm glad I did it, though, because it helped my family and I get to do what I love."
She nodded. "I've got 13 siblings and my mom is a single parent. All of us are adopted mind you, but we all pitch in what we can. She still somehow has enough to take us on a vacation every summer. I dunno how she does it all…I'm just living shittily because finally like half of kids are out of the house so mom has some of her own free time. I don't wanna impose. I'm not here much anyways, mostly out with friends or on the road."
Ryder nodded as well and drank more of his coffee. "Thirteen is definitely a lot." He laughed softly. "I guess she really likes kids, hmm?" He raised one eyebrow with a gentle smile. "You'd probably have to if you're willing to take on that much."
She nods. "Yeah. We practically raise eachother more than mom does though. At least it seems at times. Crystal's really something. Always taking people in, always helping. From the lowest of the low to celebrities. I think she'd like you. So would Evan. He's my twin brother." She said with a nod. "Actually he's the one that introduced me to your music. He's just a casual fan, not an…I guess fangirl like I am? But even then I've seen SOME of the fangirls who are super creepy and hella obsessed. It's like, get a life damn."
Ryder smiled a bit more brightly as he listened. "Well, maybe I can meet them sometime. They sound nice." He finished his cup of coffee and sighed. "And yeah, some of my fans are very… strange. Girls used to DM me pictures of their boobs… so I closed my DMs. I guess some people would like that, but it's not really my thing…"
She shrugged. "Your face on my boobs on your shirts is enough for me. I'm not gross like that. I think you're handsome and sweet but I also respect your space. Like I bet those girls know your birthday, your first pet, and where you went to elementary school. I just read the article to see if there was any interesting little fun facts I could learn. Like your natural hair color is brown. I think. Not creepy stalker, just so when I'm chatting with friends I have stuff to add. I'm not gonna force myself on people, that's just rude. I know I can be a lot to handle, too much at times…okay. Most of the time. So I try to approach people slowly. I'm sorry for being a lot last night as well. I'll try to take it easy."
Ryder flushed a bit and toyed with his empty coffee cup. "Y-Yeah… blonde, actually, but it's been blue for a while. I don't dye my eyebrows, though." He shrugged, looking down at the floor. "And you're fine… you're definitely… charismatic, I guess is the right word, but I can handle that. I'm used to way worse."
"Naw. I'm loud rude and obnoxious. It's aight don't need to be easy on me." She smiled and looked down at the empty coffee mug. "Damn! I haven't even taken a bite of my english muffin, and you chugged that thing. Want another cup? I don't drink coffee but I keep it around for my friends and band members,so have as much as you'd like."
"Oh! Um… yeah, sure. Thank you." Ryder held the mug back out to Evelyn. "And I don't think you're too obnoxious… especially compared to other fans. You haven't screamed at me yet, so that's a plus. Definitely hard on the ears."
"I screamed at you last night for leaving evidence right in front of Rick's house. Gotta be smarter then that if you're gonna start getting into trouble with me." She took the mug, filled it with more coffee, and put it back on the table, returning to her English muffin.
