Dancing
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from The OC. Oh, but if I owned Ryan Atwood and a time machine...
A/N: I'm not aganist Ryan/Lindsay. Just annoyed, and I'd think Ryanis too. So let's cut the boy some slack, shall we?
Ryan hates dancing. It's pointless. He never dances and never tries unless he has to. He fumbles and trips and blushes a little before getting off of the dance floor and making room for the more graceful.
Ryan isn't clumsy, he's no Seth. He's smooth in his movements, but for some reason, once he has to dance, he gets flushed, afraid, and knows that people are watching and judging. But it's not just that, it's the fact that it's really pointless.
You don't move, you don't accomplish anything, it's like lying on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling, but all the while looking like an idiot. Ryan rather not.
He and Lindsay have been stepping back and forth for so long, he feels like he's waltzing and tripping through a relationship. They haven't gotten anywhere. He knows she's got some stuff going on, she did just find out who her father was, but she's never taken the time to ask where his father is. Not to say Lindsay's dancing center-stage and not letting anyone else accompany her, but it'd be nice if she could let him lead for once.
Ryan's sick of their same dancing routine. They fumble, they stand back up, they dance, and they fall down all over again. He's not one to walk away once there's a problem, but this isn't what he wants now.
Ryan finally kicks off his dancing shoes and dials Lindsay's number. He's sure there are other guys who'd be happy to be her partner, but he needs a break.