i would bake for you, it's love - ryanne

[jarred mcalister]

[classy=JayB1]There goes my baby,[/classy]
[classy=JayB2]She knows how to Rock n' roll, She drives me crazy, She gives me hot and cold fever, Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat, I gotta be cool relax, get hip, Get on my track's, Take a back seat, hitch-hike, And take a long ride on my motor bike, Until I'm ready, Crazy little thing called love - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/classy]
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][classy=JayI][classy=JayImg][/classy][classy=JayI2] TAGGED: Haley/Rya STATUS: Finished WORDS: 813 OUTFIT: sweats and a t-shirt. CAKE: this LYRICS: Are from "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" by Queen CREDIT: This thread layout was made by SASS and only sass should be using it because if you use it too then that's stealing and I'll be pissed off and will sick an alpha on your ass. So don't do it. [/classy][/classy]

[atrb=valign,top][classy=JayP1]Baking was not something Jarred was used to doing at all ever, the man didn’t even cook besides bbq and microwaveable products. He’d grabbed the cake thing on a whim since it had seemed really easy and like something he couldn’t possibly screw up…though he’d done just that and would have been really pissed off to find his oven cold and his mix still liquid if rya hadn’t mentioned the light that needed to be lit up to show it was on and warming up or baking things. He didn’t normally want things like cake, he was more of a candy bar or something someone else made kind of thing or he’d grab what he wanted from a store when the urge struck him. Making it himself was not on his to-do list and he doubted he’d ever be experimenting with this ever again after today since it was already proving to be too much of a hassle without a reward he could taste so far. Hot chocolate cake had sounded worth trying but now it was sounding like something he’d rather shoot since it wasn’t working out as planned. Jarred glared over the top of his laptop screen at the oven that was still on and still baking the “cake in a cup”, there wasn’t any smoke coming out yet but he was pretty sure that he’d gone over the amount of time they told you to bake the damned thing. Shaking his head he moved over to the oven pushing the button to turn it off before pulling the door open he grabbed the dishtowel he was using as an ovenmit since he had no clue where the actual ovenmits were he pulled out one cup then the second setting them on top on the stove and inspecting them. Surprisingly they didn’t seem burned and didn’t look to still be liquid. He grabbed a knife and stabbed one in the center surprised when the knife came out dry with little bits of cake on it and staring at the cups in shock as his phone chimed alerting him he had a new text coming in. Pulling it out he glanced at the message that Rya had reached the building and smirked to himself as he checked what else he was supposed to do for the cakes from the directions. Letting them cool down for ten minutes and frosting if desired sounded doable and he checked to make sure he had the frosting out on the counter. He’d planned to make them and deliver one to Rya with the amazingness of “I made it myself” in hopes she’d come around and start talking to him again. He hated it when they fought, didn’t want to be at war with her when he was only trying to keep her safe. She was stubborn though and so was he which meant it was rarely a small deal when they butted heads. The exact amount of times she’d stormed off because they were fighting and neither of them could back down wasn’t a number he wanted to consider and the number of times he had let her walk away wasn’t one he was proud of. He knew them though, sometimes they needed that bit of time to just calm down and get back to rational thinking instead of high emotions and raging at each other for being who they were. He would never ask Rya to change, she was perfect exactly as she was but sometimes he did wish they could agree on things now and then. Thinking about himself and Rya he couldn’t help but wonder if De and River were serious, if they could be so stupid as to jump in head first without really knowing what they were doing. In his opinion there was no way they could know each other well enough to know that they could handle being married and what all it brought with it. He would know too since he was a married man himself even though that fact wasn’t public knowledge. It was for Rya’s safety that it was kept between them, dating him was one thing but being his wife? That put her in a whole new kind of danger he couldn’t and wouldn’t risk. Sighing at just thinking about it all he ran a hand over his face as he heard the door open then smirked. ”I’m in the kitchen…” he called out to her so she would know and ready to surprise her with the cakes that had somehow survived his baking attempts and seemed edible. They would need to frost them in another four minutes once they’d had their ten minute cool-down but still he’d actually managed to bake something and it was a shock. The second box tucked away would be easier as well since he now knew how to do it. [/classy]

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[RYANNE SULLIVAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #26282Csolid, bTable] STEAL MY HEART AND BREAK MY PRIDE i've nowhere to stand and nowhere to hide [style=height: 310px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]her dorm seemingly got smaller as she had not step foot into it since jarred’s return back into her life. she had been laying in his bed every night, using his coffee machine every morning and various other activities in his apartment but the public fight that was dished out had sent her right back to a small haven, that did not seem so safe anymore. she know felt like eyes were always on her because in a way, they were which was what set off the explosive argument between the two and it made ryanne uncomfortable. she stayed as long as she could at the library, wondered across the campus with that same sense of someone watching her and returned to her dorm room with her roommate, who she was no suspicious of and this was her pattern for the last few days, give her take a bar shift squeezed in there. mostly though, ryanne was always looking over her shoulder and felt more paranoid than usual as she found out that marrying a gang member, such as jarred was, did that to her. she always felt safe even when in an open but deserted space and she wanted jarred to know that, but he never seemed to get the idea that she was able to take care of herself. the girl had been shot when she was sixteen and was still standing, she had been violated, taunted, touched, threatened, even had a few scars littering her skin as battle wounds for her brave and slightly stupid attempts at running her mouth, so why did he not trust her to be safe on her own? sighing, her hands were running over her face as the brisk fall air slapped her skin with prickles of a cool sensation resulting in a stuffed up and now red nose and rosy cheeks to match. however, there was a smile on her face as her eyes were glued to her phone which was illuminating her features in the surrounding darkness of the night, the smile contrasting to her obvious dissatisfied feeling of cold. ryanne was used to the cold winters though as she was born in a far more north place than myrtle beach and her story of how she ended up here was basically trailing after her husband. the word lingered in her mind and made her smile grow even wider as she brushed the spot where a ring was meant to be with her chilled thumb. the danger of someone knowing how far they were into a relationship, how deep they were in one another, so far as to forever be linked in matrimony was something that could be used against jarred and ryanne knew that she would be the tool. that was the biggest reason for the freak out for river’s utter lack of intelligence for proposing in a public space where anyone could flit through the conversation. the words that he said were sweet and she was truly happy for her friends but the thought of something happening to delilah because of river’s own mistake was enough to have her phone be gripped tighter, imagining river’s head being squeezed instead of the device. she had that feeling again, the one of being watched but it was a secure feeling and not one that left her looking over her shoulder but she was also aware that jarred would know how much longer it would take to get to his apartment and the element of surprise would be ruined. chilled in her position, she moved a little faster and had the wind whipping at her face even harder as she pushed onwards to the apartment that the two had partly shared. the moments were bliss when they were more in love and less at war, but those moments of battle kept ryanne continuously stimulated and not bored with the marriage that she placed herself into, and all willingly. there was no way that ryanne could willingly walk away and someone would have to pry her cold hand from his body if there was to be a permanent separation between the two—and she knew that the feeling was returned. tucking her chin into her chest as she entered the apartment, she was greeted with a doorman who made a comment about not having seen her for a while, ”yea well, we are calling a truce…”

[/b] she said with a dry chuckle because there was nothing but truth to her words. they were at battle with one another still and ryanne knew that she was going to lose it but her head never let her heart win in situations like this and she stood her ground like the stubborn bitch that she was. moving to the elevator, her hands were freed from the fabric of the gloves as she tugged at the finger slots with her teeth before pressing the up button and tucking her gloves away. her red jacket complimented her in a flattering way, and usually those ways were all for jarred. the ding of the elevator doors had her stepping out into the hallway and moving in a robotic step toward the apartment door, making no motion of knocking and just stepping in. she called his name out and raised an eyebrow to the surprising good aroma that filled her nostrils, ”you had to have bought that.”[/b] she called out while stripping her jacket and hanging it on the hook followed by her hat. she smoothed down the fly aways and headed into the location that was given, shaking her head and chuckling, ”you are one modern day Martha stewart.”[/b] she spoke, stepping closer to inspect the baked good that was cooling on the counter. ”I can’t believe you baked. this looks better than river’s strudel..”[/b] she said, taking a whiff of the fresh baked smell and turning around to face him, with a white napkin in her hand that she had slipped off the counter, waving it beside her face as the fabric tickled her cheek, ”so, truce?”[/b].
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[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 999[/B] WORDS, MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND RYANNE IS WEARING THIS MINUS HAT AND MITTENS[/URL][/COLOR]. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS HEHE SOO CUTE..[/B][/div][/center]