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Throw back Thursday to my high school drumming days. #tbt #thingsimiss
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Looking over to Ryder, Marley raised one of her eyebrows slightly and gave him a small smirk. “Nobody can quote movies too much,” She chimed in with a small chuckle. She liked to think that she was pretty up to date with movies, except for a very select few of the cult classics that she hasn’t gotten around to watching yet. “At least nobody can when I’m around. Especially movies. And especially especially The Hunger Games.” Her smile couldn’t find the will to fade after this conversation took the turn for the surprising. A few hours ago she was making sure she had her pepper spray in an easily reachable spot inside of her bag, but now she was sharing her cookies and joking about movies with this (now only somewhat) stranger. He wasn’t creepy, or strange, or anything bad that she was worried about. He wasn’t even threatening, and that set the small nerves in her mind at ease a little bit more than what they were before. “I work at Billy’s Diner. It’s downtown, kind of by that old video store and Breadstix? Just part time, though, so you’re going to have to be really lucky to catch me as a waitress.” Usually she didn’t like serving people from her classes, but for whatever reason she wouldn’t mind getting another opportunity to talk to the boy right next to her. Just talking was something that she missed; Ever since moving to this small town, it felt like she was all alone in a small, cramped fish bowl, and having a genuine, friendly conversation with someone was like a breath of fresh air. She had to press her lips together to keep her cheeks from cramping with the smile that was spreading across her face again as she took the paper with the number from his hands. “Thank you,” She said, taking the paper, folding it in half, but still keeping it in her hands. “I’ll call you tonight? So you can know which mysterious number is actually me?”
“Oh, no one can quote movies too much huh? I might just end up proving you wrong on that.” He chuckled a bit, really enjoying this nice light hearted conversation and wishing it didn’t have to end soon. Marley was surprisingly very easy to get along with and Ryder was eager to find out what other weird quirks they might have in common. But he didn’t want to make her late to her job or anything, or overstay his welcome on the bleachers. The fact she accepted his phone number was a good sign, now he only had to wait and see if she was going to call for sure. “Okay, sounds good to me. And maybe one day I’ll check out that diner. Diners are actually my favorite, but I end up just going out to like Dennys like a total lame-o. Non-chain diners are great though, so, yeah. Maybe I’ll stop on by sometime.” Ryder stood up and wiped his hands off on his pants, getting rid of any sweat or leftover Oreo crumbs. “Alright well I don’t wanna make you late or anything so I guess I’ll talk to you later? It was really nice meeting you, and thanks again for letting me use the pictures and stuff.” He offered another handshake before he carefully stepped down from the bleachers and headed off down the field, feeling very good about the whole interaction they just shared.
"Well, if I ever need a drummer and/or photographer, I guess I’ll know who to find now, right?" Knowing full well that it’d be a while before she needed either, it was still nice to know that she knew someone that could fit her needs, especially someone like him. By now, the idea of him being an ax murderer was about as ridiculous as him being a puppy kicker. When he made his Justin Bieber joke, she laughed out loud and used one hand to muffle the sound slightly. "It’s funny because it’s true." She said with another little chuckle, "As horrible of a person it makes me sound, I really would be okay with that, honestly." Marley shrugged a shoulder slightly, still seeing that him apologizing too much was better than doing bad things and not apologizing for them at all. "It’s okay, we all have bad habits, some grosser than others." She couldn’t stop herself from smiling again when he caught the small reference she slipped into the conversation, so little that she barely even noticed it herself. Nobody ever noticed her Hunger Games jokes, and she didn’t expect a lot of people to recognize them, which is what made this moment even better. "Yes, really. When you have cinematic gold like that, you have to make as many references as possible." She joked, sighing happily and looking over to him with a bright smile and even brighter eyes. "You do realize how many brownie points you just got for knowing what movie that was from." Taking a moment to think about her favorite colors, she bit her bottom lip slightly and sighed softly once again. "I like colors like lavender, mint green, and a really light yellow-ish pink. Maybe brighter colors like sky blue or dandelion yellow. Spring colors, which is kind of coincidental." Her smile fell to a little frown when she realized that she did have something to do, making it one of the first times she wasn’t looking forward to going to work. "I have a shift in about 30 minutes. Besides being a part time model, I also have to wait tables and make sure people have their coffee. Glamorous, I know."
Ryder chuckled a bit and nodded his head. “I’m your guy for all your drumming and photography needs.” Marley was surprisingly really easy to talk too compared to most other college girls and the Hunger Games reference was a pretty good example. It was nice being weirdly geeky with someone else in regards to a movie. “Well okay, you got me there. I tend to quote and reference movies, shows, and just pop culture in general way more than I should.” He let out another chuckle, feeling pretty darn good about their blossoming acquaintanceship, hoping this wouldn’t be the only time they’d end up interacting. “Spring colors huh? That’s quite the perfect coincidental-contrast.” Ryder smiled at Marley, slowly feeling a bit more comfortable around her verses how he was when he first approached her. His smile faded though when hearing she would have to leave soon. “Oh yeah? Where do you work? If you don’t mind me asking..” Ryder maybe sort of wanted her phone number but he didn’t really know how to go about asking without being awkward. He didn’t want her getting the wrong impression or anything; he was just genuinely enjoying talking to her and wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime. Reaching into his camera bag Ryder fished out a piece of scratch paper and a pen before he scribbled down his own phone number and ripped it off the sheet, offering it to Marley. “Here- so I can at least let you know what grade your uh, professional modeling gets me in class.” He smiled again at his poor attempt at being humorous.