Freedom Under An Orange Sky
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As he sat there on the side of the grassy hill, he looked over across the landscape and soaked in all that his eyes processed. It was beautiful. He could barely believe he was enjoying an O.C. sunset. Only a year ago he'd have said it was all rubbish and went back to reading his comic books. Things had changed though. He'd become a different person over the past 10 months and it was hard to believe he was ever the person that he remembered being. But on this day all of that had fallen apart. His best friend- someone so different from him- the only person who understood him, was leaving. Not just for a three hour tour, but for good, back to Chino.
Now he'd be all alone this summer just like he'd been the summer before Ryan came. Sure, thanks to Ryan he'd gotten the girl he'd been head over heels in love with since he was five, but she wasn't Ryan. She couldn't replace a best friend. She couldn't do all the things with him that he could do with a best guy friend. Things like telling dirty jokes, learning to broodishly stare or drinking a few brewskies and hitting the town surfing for chicks. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't do any of that stuff, but it was the principal of it.
He'd become less of a total dork in the last year and he felt he could do anything he wanted with Ryan by his side. Ryan was the big brother that Seth Cohen never had, but always needed.
In the end, it all came down to going back to his roots. Now that Ryan was gone, in the same fashion that he came, Seth needed to take a step back and remember where he'd left himself. The only thought that came to mind was sailing. It'd been all he'd done besides the comic book club for three years and it was a comfortable old shoe that fit just right. So he did the only thing that seemed right in his heart.
He stared into the orange sunset, removed the tarp from the little dinghy, dusted it off a bit and with supplies in hand, set off to the open ocean alone. The water had always given him a sense of calm and an escape from the mainland hullabaloo. In the town filled with crazy drunken parties, it'd been his little sanctuary. A place to bring a book or the latest issue of his favorite comic and just let the hours pass by.
He'd be alone for 46 days on the schooner with nothing but himself and the waves, followed by his eminent landing on Tahiti. This was the journey of a lifetime and he was actually doing it. It would no doubt be an unforgettable summer spent on the glassy sea. Maybe he was running away from his problems, but he didn't want to think that deeply about it just now. He hoped the solitude would help him to see things clearer and to mend the hole in his heart that was still freshly torn.
He really was growing up. Last summer he'd learned how to love and this summer he'd learn how to deal with loss. The life of privilege had its advantages but it left him in the dark and he still had much to experience.
Disclaimer: Yadda, yadda...nothing belongs to me...etc...etc.
As he sat there on the side of the grassy hill, he looked over across the landscape and soaked in all that his eyes processed. It was beautiful. He could barely believe he was enjoying an O.C. sunset. Only a year ago he'd have said it was all rubbish and went back to reading his comic books. Things had changed though. He'd become a different person over the past 10 months and it was hard to believe he was ever the person that he remembered being. But on this day all of that had fallen apart. His best friend- someone so different from him- the only person who understood him, was leaving. Not just for a three hour tour, but for good, back to Chino.
Now he'd be all alone this summer just like he'd been the summer before Ryan came. Sure, thanks to Ryan he'd gotten the girl he'd been head over heels in love with since he was five, but she wasn't Ryan. She couldn't replace a best friend. She couldn't do all the things with him that he could do with a best guy friend. Things like telling dirty jokes, learning to broodishly stare or drinking a few brewskies and hitting the town surfing for chicks. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't do any of that stuff, but it was the principal of it.
He'd become less of a total dork in the last year and he felt he could do anything he wanted with Ryan by his side. Ryan was the big brother that Seth Cohen never had, but always needed.
In the end, it all came down to going back to his roots. Now that Ryan was gone, in the same fashion that he came, Seth needed to take a step back and remember where he'd left himself. The only thought that came to mind was sailing. It'd been all he'd done besides the comic book club for three years and it was a comfortable old shoe that fit just right. So he did the only thing that seemed right in his heart.
He stared into the orange sunset, removed the tarp from the little dinghy, dusted it off a bit and with supplies in hand, set off to the open ocean alone. The water had always given him a sense of calm and an escape from the mainland hullabaloo. In the town filled with crazy drunken parties, it'd been his little sanctuary. A place to bring a book or the latest issue of his favorite comic and just let the hours pass by.
He'd be alone for 46 days on the schooner with nothing but himself and the waves, followed by his eminent landing on Tahiti. This was the journey of a lifetime and he was actually doing it. It would no doubt be an unforgettable summer spent on the glassy sea. Maybe he was running away from his problems, but he didn't want to think that deeply about it just now. He hoped the solitude would help him to see things clearer and to mend the hole in his heart that was still freshly torn.
He really was growing up. Last summer he'd learned how to love and this summer he'd learn how to deal with loss. The life of privilege had its advantages but it left him in the dark and he still had much to experience.