Birthday and fic update
First things first:
Happy birthday, cheeky!!!
Wish you all the best--lots of Ben goodness, angsty fics, smutty fics, and hopefully, an end to all these visits to the hospital.
Have a great day! :)
Now, on to the fic:
Title : The Care and Feeding of Ryan Atwood for Dummies (2/4)
Author : Helen C.
Rating : G
Summary : Four cool things Seth did for Ryan.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN. Some of it is just venting, some of it is because Seth can be nice and attentive too. Yes, he can.
Many thanks to joey51, who beta'd this.
Part Two
Ryan : "This thing with Lindsay is... different."
Seth : "Different how?"
Ryan : "Different as in not fixed by pancakes. And don't ask me how I feel about waffles."
Seth : "Got it."
The Mallpisode.
"So, I'm a sucky friend," Seth said, barging into the pool house without knocking, in typical Seth fashion.
Ryan, still buried under the covers, groaned in both acknowledgment and approval.
When he woke Ryan up before the sun had even risen, Seth was a very sucky friend indeed.
"No, no, I know I am."
Ryan raised his head by a few inches. "I never pretended otherwise," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
"Ha ha, very funny." Seth paced the room, making Ryan dizzy, so he buried under the covers once more and tried to tune out Seth.
Maybe if he ignored him long enough, Seth would just shut up and go away?
"Seriously, though."
It didn't work so well. Ryan kept hoping that one day, Seth would take the hint and leave, but so far, about eighteen months into their friendship, the strategy hadn't had any noticeable effect.
"I mean, you get dumped by your first-and only-serious girlfriend this side of Marissa, and what do I do? I drag you to the mall. I can't believe I took my buddy to the mall. Wait. Do I sound gay right now?"
"No, you sound homophobic," Ryan deadpanned, wondering what it would take to shut Seth up.
Duct tape?
Nah, too conventional.
Bronchitis?
According to Sandy, that barely slowed him down.
A nice swift kick up the…
Hm, probably too violent.
Shit.
"Wow, Ryan, two jokes in under five minutes, I'm impressed. But to get back to the issue at hand, what I did may not have been the best way to make you forget about Lindsay, even though it did get Marissa and you in the same tent-and I'll be wanting more details on that later, by the way."
"Seth, what do you want?" Ryan asked as Seth paused to catch his breath-and probably to prepare his next tirade.
Seth sobered up and looked at Ryan. "I want to let you know that I'm here for you."
"You said that already," Ryan replied, trying to muster all the enthusiasm he could.
Which wasn't much.
He hadn't minded going to the mall with his friends. It had seemed like a good idea at the time-no matter what, a mall would never bring back memories of Lindsay.
But then, he had come home and it had all come crashing down on him.
He got that Lindsay had to try and work things out with her mother, and lord knew he understood why she wanted to be very far away from Caleb, but it didn't change the fact that he had been left behind.
Again.
Damn story of his life, and in hindsight, yeah, a trip to the mall was never going to make things better.
He appreciated his friend's offers to help, but he felt down right now, and he didn't think anything would change that.
"I did say it, and I didn't follow through. I'm sorry." Seth flopped on a chair and looked at Ryan. "But I'm here now. Or, you know, later if that's what you want. Later works too. When you feel like it, I shall listen and advise. And yeah, I should probably shut up now and let you, you know, talk."
Ryan would have smiled, if it hadn't been five in the morning. "Now? Not gonna happen." He lay back down resolutely, turning his head away from Seth.
"Ah, yes, the unwritten Atwood rule. The one that states that before seven is no time to talk. I remember that one."
"Good," Ryan said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"But later… If you want to talk to me later, buddy, I'll be here, at your service."
Ryan let out a groan.
Seth, amazingly, took his cue to leave.
***
Three hours later, once Ryan had showered and eaten and was feeling coherent again, Seth was waiting for him, a PS controller in hand.
Ready to listen to Ryan if he wished to talk.
Which he did.
Part Three
Happy birthday, cheeky!!!
Wish you all the best--lots of Ben goodness, angsty fics, smutty fics, and hopefully, an end to all these visits to the hospital.
Have a great day! :)
Now, on to the fic:
Title : The Care and Feeding of Ryan Atwood for Dummies (2/4)
Author : Helen C.
Rating : G
Summary : Four cool things Seth did for Ryan.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN. Some of it is just venting, some of it is because Seth can be nice and attentive too. Yes, he can.
Many thanks to joey51, who beta'd this.
Part Two
Ryan : "This thing with Lindsay is... different."
Seth : "Different how?"
Ryan : "Different as in not fixed by pancakes. And don't ask me how I feel about waffles."
Seth : "Got it."
The Mallpisode.
"So, I'm a sucky friend," Seth said, barging into the pool house without knocking, in typical Seth fashion.
Ryan, still buried under the covers, groaned in both acknowledgment and approval.
When he woke Ryan up before the sun had even risen, Seth was a very sucky friend indeed.
"No, no, I know I am."
Ryan raised his head by a few inches. "I never pretended otherwise," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
"Ha ha, very funny." Seth paced the room, making Ryan dizzy, so he buried under the covers once more and tried to tune out Seth.
Maybe if he ignored him long enough, Seth would just shut up and go away?
"Seriously, though."
It didn't work so well. Ryan kept hoping that one day, Seth would take the hint and leave, but so far, about eighteen months into their friendship, the strategy hadn't had any noticeable effect.
"I mean, you get dumped by your first-and only-serious girlfriend this side of Marissa, and what do I do? I drag you to the mall. I can't believe I took my buddy to the mall. Wait. Do I sound gay right now?"
"No, you sound homophobic," Ryan deadpanned, wondering what it would take to shut Seth up.
Duct tape?
Nah, too conventional.
Bronchitis?
According to Sandy, that barely slowed him down.
A nice swift kick up the…
Hm, probably too violent.
Shit.
"Wow, Ryan, two jokes in under five minutes, I'm impressed. But to get back to the issue at hand, what I did may not have been the best way to make you forget about Lindsay, even though it did get Marissa and you in the same tent-and I'll be wanting more details on that later, by the way."
"Seth, what do you want?" Ryan asked as Seth paused to catch his breath-and probably to prepare his next tirade.
Seth sobered up and looked at Ryan. "I want to let you know that I'm here for you."
"You said that already," Ryan replied, trying to muster all the enthusiasm he could.
Which wasn't much.
He hadn't minded going to the mall with his friends. It had seemed like a good idea at the time-no matter what, a mall would never bring back memories of Lindsay.
But then, he had come home and it had all come crashing down on him.
He got that Lindsay had to try and work things out with her mother, and lord knew he understood why she wanted to be very far away from Caleb, but it didn't change the fact that he had been left behind.
Again.
Damn story of his life, and in hindsight, yeah, a trip to the mall was never going to make things better.
He appreciated his friend's offers to help, but he felt down right now, and he didn't think anything would change that.
"I did say it, and I didn't follow through. I'm sorry." Seth flopped on a chair and looked at Ryan. "But I'm here now. Or, you know, later if that's what you want. Later works too. When you feel like it, I shall listen and advise. And yeah, I should probably shut up now and let you, you know, talk."
Ryan would have smiled, if it hadn't been five in the morning. "Now? Not gonna happen." He lay back down resolutely, turning his head away from Seth.
"Ah, yes, the unwritten Atwood rule. The one that states that before seven is no time to talk. I remember that one."
"Good," Ryan said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"But later… If you want to talk to me later, buddy, I'll be here, at your service."
Ryan let out a groan.
Seth, amazingly, took his cue to leave.
***
Three hours later, once Ryan had showered and eaten and was feeling coherent again, Seth was waiting for him, a PS controller in hand.
Ready to listen to Ryan if he wished to talk.
Which he did.
Part Three