TIME: Sometime in their Years at Juilliard
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Drabble One: Overzealous Christmas Spirit
December was here, and to countless people all over the world, this meant it was time to go Christmas shopping. And that was no exception for the masses of people in New York.
Amongst the festive hustle and bustle, Kelsi was trying to remember what her cousin's favourite colour was, as she eyed two vases in front of her. Stuck between green and blue, she almost jumped out of her skin when a hand grasped her elbow. She knew who it was before she turned around when she heard the familiar chuckle of Ryan Evans.
"You've been battling your way through crowds all morning, bumping elbows with people all day, and yet you jump a metre in the air at the slightest touch." He was clearly amused.
Kelsi had lost sight of him earlier after he had told her he was going to quickly check out the book section, and she'd told him she'd catch up. She hit his arm lightly now.
"It's nice to know you find sneaking up on me so funny."
Her boyfriend's grin turned sheepish, and even if Kelsi had really been mad at him, it wouldn't have lasted when he did that.
"Sorry Kelsi, but I had to show you this . . ."
He whipped out a purple notebook from behind his back, and she eyed it fastidiously.
" . . . It's really cool isn't it?"
"It's really . . . purple." She said slowly, trying to hide her lack of enthusiasm.
Ryan continued obliviously. "Look, it has a picture of Mozart's head and music notes sewn on!"
Kelsi reluctantly took the book out of his hands. "Don't you have hundreds of these already?"
"I do," Ryan acquiesced. "This one is for you."
"Please don't tell me this is my Christmas present." She asked, knowing there was a small chance it could be.
Relief washed over her when Ryan shook his head. "Nope, already brought you that; this is extra."
"You've already brought me millions of these," Kelsi reminded him, gesturing for him to take the notebook from her. "Put it back."
Ryan sighed dramatically, and tried to push it back towards her.
"I wrestled an old lady for this, and now you want me to put this amazing piece of craftsmanship back?"
Kelsi couldn't resist letting out a giggle.
"Put it back, and apologise to the old lady for tackling her."
Coincidentally, an old lady walked past, and gave Ryan an extremely menacing glare.
Kelsi gaped at him.
"You didn't actually . . ."
Ryan's eyes widened a fraction, before he snatched the notebook out of her hands.
"I'll go put this back." He muttered hurriedly, and disappeared back into the crowd behind him.
Even though she turned back to the blue and green pottery with a small smile on her face due to his antics, Kelsi decided that she'd have to keep a closer eye on Ryan, lest he anger anyone else. It would probably be impossible to dampen his Christmas spirit, so it was best just to steer him clear of easily angered old ladies.
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A/N: My Christmas spirit collided with Ryelsi. This drabble is a result of that.
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Mizani