Well, here ya go. It's not very long, I'm really sorry about that. Hopefully when my mind works more fully and I don't have so much other things I'll get it more together.

Enjoy!


Chapter two.

Ryder groaned and wiggled on her seat in the exaggerated living room. Everything in this room was exaggerated. There were three tables, one in the middle which she was in front of at the moment, one to the right as you step in through the door and a small bench in the opposite corner furthest in. All the containers containing pencils were over fulled, and there were five on each table. Three small two seat couches stood against the three walls, one to each wall, and two frilly chairs stood against the middle table, one which she were occupying. The walls were covered with paintings of, in her opinion, disgusting pink bunnies and flowers.

She stood as she heard slow hesitant steps behind her and the clirring from a tea service.

She smiled politely at the old Mrs Lloyd. Mrs Lloyd were the one who owned the house Ryder rented her apartment in. She had been passing Mrs Lloyd's door on her way to her own apartment when the old woman bustled her in and made sure that she stayed for a cup of tea and a biscuit.

"Can I help you Mrs Lloyd?" Without waiting for a reply she took the tray and placed it on the table and smiled at the old lady who took a hold of Ryder's arm and squeezed it a little unnerving. She poured them each a cup of tea and Ryder clenched her jaw when she smelt the putrid steam from her cup. Her smile didn't waver however and when Mrs Lloyd inquired why she didn't drink she apologetically answered: "It's still hot."

For Forty three minutes and approximately seventeen seconds, Ryder sat still in the uncomfortable chair and listened to the older womans constant yapping, her poor William who died in a war and the reputation she got as she was pregnant with no husband to show. Ryder fought the urge to ask if she ever really married since there were no ring on her finger nor pictures on any of the several tables or walls. She smiled and dug her toes to the ground in aggravation when she heard Mrs Lloyd start up on her childhood friend Annabelle who were the first to make sure her son and herself were ridiculed.

"I am sorry Mrs Lloyd but I have to rush off, but I thank you diligently for your hospitality and the tea." Ryder felt bad for interrupting but she noticed the ever going fire in the old womans eyes. She stood and smiled.

"Do you want me to get you something when I run by the store later?" 'Some sense or drinkable tea?' Mrs Lloyd patted Ryder's hand and started putting her china together with quivering loins that comes with old age.

"I would love some flour dearer, Charles loves my bread I make for him." Ryder smiled sadly but nodded at the truly good heart the senile woman had.

"I'll run and get it right away Mrs Lloyd. Thank you again." She pushed the knob on the door and stepped out in the corridor with a last smile to the woman and hurried up the stairs to her own apartment. She sighed happily at the gold numbers in front of her '138' and fished out her keys to open her door. She merely rushed in to get her cell-phone she'd forgotten in the morning and called to check up her 'New message' as she locked her door again.

"Hey Ridinghood. Just the handsomest man ever calling, haven't heard from you in two weeks and hope you're not forgetting me now that you're off in L.A. Call me when you can Red, bye. This is the big bad wolf by the way."

Ryder snorted at first sound of her old friend Chris and the nickname he'd come up with for her. He was a singer, away with a band after being discovered one night at a small cafeƩ and he'd been given the chance to tour with a upcoming band and she hadn't seen him for eight months. She closed her phone and stuffed it in her front pocket, the same with her keys and then walked off to the supermarket.

She sighed heavenly when she walked in to the cool store and smirked amused when she saw a small group of boys hanging over the freezer in hope to cool off.

"See something you like baby?" Ryder startled and looked around her to see that the guy who the voice belonged to hadn't talked to her, but to another girl a short distance away. She was fair looking with a Spanish look over her, long straight dark brown hair and brown eyes that looked at the guy agitated.

"Yeah-" the girl started and Ryder saw the guy smirk "-the fruit loops is right behind you." Ryder grinned but her face froze when she noticed three more guys appear beside the tall black haired man who gave the girl a nasty leer. Ryder shook her shoulders and braced herself before she slowly walked up to them, finding the girl looking around herself worriedly.

"Hey sweetie-" she let her voice drop a few octaves in a try to imitate a man lesbian and kept eye contact with the girl as she approached and laid her arm around her shoulders "-you got my fruit loops?" She smirked to herself and was relieved to see the girl catch on and put her own arm around Ryder's waist.

"I was going to but I was interrupted." They both looked at the four guys who was standing there gaping at them. Ryder raised her eyebrows as the guys failed to response and she straightened slightly in agitation.

"Well then gentlemen, care to step aside so we can get my loops and then we'll be on our way." The black haired guy smirked and Ryder felt the girl beside her tense.

"Now now miss, we all know you're not together. Little miss here has her boyfriend home waiting for her." Ryder nodded stonily but kept her arm around the girl protectively.

"Well, then there shouldn't be any need for you then. She already has a love so thanks anyway." The black haired guy glared at her with a sneer and just as Ryder felt her whole body tense, an elder man appeared and gave the four guys hostile looks.

"Do we have a problem here Liam?" Ryder found herself relaxing at sight of the big man, looking as if he were an old military veteran and tuned out as the men conversed. In the end the guys departed while handing out glowers to the old man, the girl beside her and to Ryder.

The girl beside her smiled at the old man and Ryder stepped away from the girl with a small nod to them both.

"Thanks for the help, I didn't know my life was such an open book." Ryder smiled sympathetic at the bite in the girls words and shrugged.

"Glad to be of help, didn't have time to think about it before I was walking over". The girl laughed lightly and held her hand out.

"I'm Mia." Ryder smiled and shook her hand.

"Ryder." Mia smiled and then turned to the old man.

"Thank you Harry, what would we do without you?" The man smiled and gave them both a smirk after shaking Ryder's hand.

"Well, your brother and Bri would've taken turns beating me to a pulp if I hadn't done something so believe me; it was all from selfish reasons." Ryder snorted and nodded goodbye to the two as she picked up her basket again and a few more things before paying and returning home to Mrs Lloyd and after that, to her own little apartment.

Tuesday morning she spent by sleeping, feeling anxiety over not having looked for another job and then circling new possible jobs in the paper under "looking for a job" section. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror Wednesday midday. She had her mascara and concealer on, she looked at her cheeks condescendingly.

"Oh will you stop it! He won't be that bad. You can out smart him, you are Ryder Mann." She stared into her own eyes with that hard stare she always used when trying to convince somebody over something. In the end, she clenched her jaw and made a angry and annoyed sigh-groan and stomped out to her hallway and grabbed a small dark brown leather bag and her blue jean jacket. She tapped her foot as she locked her door and threw her keys down her bag so it lay with her cell phone and a ink pen clasping a few folded papers she used for spur of the moment writing.

She smiled at Oscar who raised his eyebrows at her when she merely gave him a small smile instead of the loud and obnoxious 'Hello-speech' she usually made. She sunk down her seat and felt her stomach tightening and tightening the closer they came to the coffee place and toward her, now, vengeful coworker. Samuel Hastings.

"Pling!" Ryder winced and glared up at the bell above the entrance door, she hated it with a passion at this moment.

"Good morning dear!" Ryder winced a second time at the old lady's loud voice and smiled a gritted smile at her.

"Hello Susie." A tall red head appeared with a shit eating smirk and Ryder's smile fell off like she'd been splashed by water in the face. She cleared her throat and nodded to him.

"Sammie." She knew she shouldn't have said anything to worsen things but she just couldn't help herself. He was handsome, and Ryder acted like another guy, using sarcasm, around handsome men. Sam poked his tongue in his inner cheek and gave her a long stare before turning and continuing his work. Ryder kinked her loins and shrugged off her tenseness, when it comes, she will handle it then.


Well, this is the groundwork for the characters and so.

Please let me know what ya think!
Thanks / Tilly.