December in NYC

[Allela Katherine Rosslyn]

Moving across the world was never really an easy choice for a person to make and Allela had not made it easily. Travelling after she dropped out from university had gave her a lot to consider. She knew what she wanted to do with her life and her dreams and ambitions had been set in stone since her early teenage years, but she needed to do more to achieve them. Home would always be Stirling, but the small city was not enough for the determined blonde to reach her dreams and it really was with a heavy heart that she packed her bags and made the move to New York. She didn’t regret it though and from the second she had befriended Ryder through work, the move turned into another adventure. The pair formed their band, made Broadway alive with sound and got up to antics, just like this one, that would make no sense to anyone else.

Maybe it was because she had grown up in such a large family, but Allela’s stubborn nature was partly the reason why she refused to back down from these silly theatrics that they put on in the public eye. Back home, surrendering from a game of chicken was enough to be ridiculed for weeks on end; hell, she returned home now and her brothers still reminded her of the time she bailed first when they were playing a game of chicken when she was still sixteen. Allela had been the first to back down when her brothers challenged her to a rather bizarre scenario of trying to flirt with the waiter at Tiffany’s birthday meal. Almost all of the siblings were in on it and their aim was to make the young waiter as uncomfortable as possible, simply because they could and in the Rosslyn family a competition had to be made out of every little thing. Sadly, one thing Allela did lack was the ability to flirt. Right now, it was fine because it was dramatic, over the top and all for laughs. However, place an attractive guy or girl before the Scottish musician and all you’d get from her was blunt facts and heavy sarcasm. If there was one thing she should return to school for it would be lessons in subtle flirting.

Part of her wanted to pull a face and laugh at the very idea of this even being remotely real. Ryder was her best friend and, in her opinion, part of her family. Marriage, romance and flirting was something that made her want to gag in the nicest way possible. Even when Ryder did find the girl of his dreams, Allela would be with Nik, interrogating her and making sure she was good enough and once that was done, she would lay heavy with the sarcasm and the jokes and tease Ryder for being such a romantic. “Oh, but I am so happy now we’re together. I think we should marry in the spring to symbolise the birth of our new life together!”

[/color] She continued with the act, making her voice a little higher and more feminine than it usually was. She was hardly a girly girl, but she could pull it off for this little act.

Her pale blonde hair fell into her dark eyes and she flashed her infamous smirk at Ryder as he flexed his arm. She did have a bit of a violent streak in her, but she often joked that she saved her punches for those she loved the most. “I would be perfect in the royal court. I’d be the one to behead anyone who annoyed me.”[/color] She didn’t move the hair from her eyes, but instead faked an air of regal confidence and pretended that the mask of hair was an eye patch, symbolistic of her harsh reign. She’d go down in history, that was for sure.
She fixed her eyes on him in a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look. She had expected much more of her friend in regards to his act this time around and shook her head in a disappointed manner. “After all this time on Broadway you still can’t pull off that impression. I’m hurt by this.”[/color] She placed her hand over her heart and threw him a pained look before turning away, pretending that she couldn’t bear to look at him.

Allela prided herself on her passion for music and whilst she was ribbed constantly for her slight obsession, she never let it deter her dreams or her love of the melody. She rolled her eyes and smirked at her friend. “Careful, your sarcasm is showing.”[/color] She taunted, folding her arms and finally moving the hair from her eyes. “Just because my record collection could rival your romance novel stack doesn’t mean you get to act bitter about it.”[/color] She added with a knowing smirk tugging at her pale lips. Two could play at this game and Allela was more than prepared with enough ammunition to bring Ryder to his knees if he wanted to go down this road. Granted, he had just as much on her, but she was still filled with confidence.

She shook her head and bit at the loose bit of nail hanging from her finger. “Nu-uh. It’s medically impossible; once you love the Alley-Cat, you can’t un-love her. Many have tried and all have failed.”[/color] She sighed dramatically and pretended to gaze into the distance, faking a trip down memory lane.
She let her bag fall back into place and then nodded. “I like it; a guy letting me buy lunch.”[/color] She teased, the feminist inside of her peeking through. On the rare occasion that she did go on a date, it was infuriating when she wasn’t allowed to contribute her own hard earned cash, or car or plans to the night. It was often the biggest reason why she never had a second date with them.

She nodded her head in agreement. A lot of the time, she was used to eating her food as fast as she could just to settle the rumble in her stomach and most of the time, her meals were eaten in her car as she drove to work. “Ah, but now we need to actually pay attention to what we order.”[/color] She pointed out, hopping up the line a little to stand near him. “Don’t want to be ordering none of that beef pie stuff that made me run out to be sick during the second act last week.”[/color] She faked a shudder at the thought. Granted, Allela didn’t know that it was beef and it was the thought of eating it that had actually made her feel sick to begin with..
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TAGGED! Ryder <3
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OUTFIT! Just Another Day
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[Ryder Xavier Wilcox]

It really seemed like Fate worked in mysterious ways sometimes. Like if Ryder’s parents hadn’t met, had him and his sister, decided Italia wasn’t where they wanted to be and moved the family to New York City, chances were he and Allela would never have met and never would have become such close and fast friends. They wouldn’t have had their crazy antics to lighten the workload they often had when a new show was being produced, and Ryder thought his days at the theatre would probably be dull just flicking switches, pushing buttons and writing reports of things that didn’t really matter but made the higher-ups happy. But then Allela blew into town and turned it on its head. There was never a dull moment with the Scottish girl around and Ryder absolutely rejoiced in that fact. He could go out with other friends and have a good time, but there were hardly ever stories he wanted to repeat over and over again like there were with Alley-Cat.

Ryder’s eyes widened and he smiled so brilliantly, he was hurting the muscles around his mouth. They could both keep a good charade going for a long time, having even switched locations twice during one particular antic and kept it up perfectly. “Spring will be the perfect time! With all those flowers blooming around you, you’ll look completely stunning and elfin,” he said, overly sweet. He was thinking about the day that either of them said “I do”. Hell would probably have to freeze over before Allela said those two simple words. But for Ryder, not so much; he was the romantic one of the duo. But he figured if there ever came a time when they were both in significant relationships, they’d be attacking the other’s love with irritating questions and crappy interrogation techniques. Ryder would willingly play the role of overprotective brother in the place of her real brothers any day should they not be present. Hell, even if all her siblings were around, Ryder would still be in there questioning the man, or woman, with the rest of her family. She was the sister he’d been missing. Nik wasn’t enough apparently, and she should have been enough for any brother; Nik Wilcox was quite the handful.

The princely act was yet another that could be kept up for hours. He’d kept it up in the middle of Armani and even had the staff convinced he was some sort of Royal. He wouldn’t have been in the store in the first place had it not been for a suit for a cousins wedding in Italia. His cousin was, unfortunately, one of those “designer girls”. The entire wedding party’s clothing combined cost more than Ryder’s and Allela’s apartments combined times three. His darling cousin had demanded the men be dressed in Armani, and so it was. By the time he was finished with his appointment, the manager had taken off a hefty percentage of the price tag. So instead of the suit he’d wear only a handful of times costing him both arms and legs, it had barely cost him a single arm. He remembered telling Ally about that later and saying it was all in the accent. Ryder wanted to laugh but held it in check and aimed for a slightly scared look; as though he knew how harsh her reign would really be. “Perfect! Ha! Beheading people is not exactly becoming of a royal in this day and age,” he stated. Then he held up his hand as if he had an idea that just couldn’t wait. “Oh! I know! We’ll build you a time machine and you can marry one of the King Henry’s. One of them beheaded people all the time, right? The one who married Marie Antoinette, right? You can marry him, and go on a beheading spree!”

He wasn’t good at History. It had already happened and he didn’t feel like learning about it when the chances it were real were fifty-fifty. There was no real way to tell if the events that happened in the past that were now written in books were even remotely accurate. Forget a piece of information here, add another here to make it seem like some Royal or person of import wasn’t really as bad as they were set up to look like and people were second guessing. It was stupid and therefore became something that didn’t interest Ryder in the least. But he shook his head and turned back to Allela, feeling just a little bad for slipping into his thoughts for a second or two. He shook his head, laughing. “I blame the accent! I can’t do others because of this one,” he said, thickening the sound of Italy in his voice.

Ryder gasped as if he were shocked and looked around for something that wasn’t there. “Damn and it ran away, too. Now what am I going to do?” he asked dryly before his cheeks turned a light pink that had nothing to do with the warmth of the store. He coughed once, thinking he should have known there would be no way to hide that little secret from Allela. “I do not know to what you are referring,” he said, but gave that up quickly enough and looked as though he was thinking about something. “Well, if we’re talking about quantity, the answer is still no. Nik’s shoes on the other hand. If we’re talking quality, I have a better collection to compare.” He was, naturally, referring to his guitar collection. He had quite a few in his room, but the majority of them were kept safe in his parents’ basement.

Ryder shook his head with a well practiced fear in his eye. “Well… well I’ll just have to be the first then!” he said, adding in a small stutter for effect. He wasn’t as well rehearsed as the players they worked with, but from being at rehearsals and run-throughs and auditions, he was decent to say the least. Ryder shook his head again, letting scattered pieces of hair fall into his eyes before repositioning the books and brushing them aside. He was well aware, having usually been the only one around when she went on a rant about the rare date she had the night before. It really did annoy her when guys covered the check every time, like her money should be put to something more useful and “girl like”. Ryder wanted to say he wasn’t like that, but on dates, at least first ones, he tended to offer to pay for the bill. He wasn’t trying to push feminism back to the days of black and white movies, but he was trying to be gentlemanly. With Allela, he didn’t have to be and they routinely switched it up or just split the bill. “I, unlike most of your dates, am man enough to allow a pretty woman to pay for me,” he said, thinking he probably sounded like a total ass. But then, those people eavesdropping on their conversation didn’t know Allela very well.

Ryder shuddered thinking about the last time he just grabbed food and went. After that, he started picking up salads from that place, too afraid of getting sick again, if he had no choice but to go there. “Finally! A menu! We should seriously ask if they’ve got a take-out menu so we can just order it and one of us can pick it up,” he said. There had been a handful of times they’d grab food for each other while they were out and it turned into disaster. Menus at work were seriously needed, especially for the two of them. Ryder stepped up the line, noticing they were next and waited for a cashier to clear. It didn’t take very long and he was at the cashier, just missing the muscle bound cashier by a single person. He smiled, flirting while she rung up the books and he handed over the cash. With bag in hand, Ryder turned to his friend, "After you."

_{[ T.A.G ] Allela <3
[ W.O.R.D.S ] 1390
[ L.O.C.A.T.I.O.N ] Borders Books
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[ L.Y.R.I.C.S ] Kiss a Girl//Keith Urban
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