Pride
It was no mystery that Ryan Evans was a prideful person. He might not be as showy about it as his sister, but he had unabashed faith in his talents as an actor and a singer and, most importantly, as a choreographer. He knew he was good and he never let anybody ever sway him from those ideals.
Still, he had been surprised that when Kelsi had won the scholarship to Julliard not an ounce of his pride had been hurt. He had expected something, anything really, to happen when he lost it and when that feeling hadn't come he had been left baffled and confused.
It wasn't until they were waiting in the terminal for their plane to New York that he realized that his pride had been affected, but not in the way he had expected. He smiled at Kelsi as she bit her lip in anticipation, her eyes roaming over the different New York pamphlets and maps she had picked up.
"Nervous?" he asked her and she blinked and glanced up at him, her face relaxing into a half-smile as she shrugged a shoulder.
"A bit," she conceded. "You?"
"Naah," he waved it off. "We're going to do great in Julliard, Kels. I can feel it." Kelsi rolled her eyes at him before turning her attention back to the items about New York.
When Kelsi had won the award Ryan's pride in himself may not have been damaged at all but his pride for her had soared. And now, with their future almost at their doorstep, he knew it would only continue to grow from there.
Hey guys! I know I've died in this fandom recently and I'm sorry. :( I hope you're not too mad. Anyway, here's a drabble! 270 words. I hope you guys like it. :) I know it's kind of been going in chronological order but this one is kind of out-of-synch with the rest and goes back to the beginning before they even get to New York (which I'm sure you could tell from just reading it, lol!)
Reviews are loved, as always! Happy reading!
-WS