A/N: This is a SLASH fanfic. Don't like it? Then don't read it. It is also an AU fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own the O.C. or any of it's components, because if I did, the show would be nothing but Seth and Ryan kissing.
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Ryan
People lined the boardwalk, kids and their ice cream cones, teenage girls, their boyfriends tagging along behind them to watch the way the girl's butts swayed with each step, and the elderly watching them with disapproving eyes.
This was were he comes in, fresh off the ferris wheel, wearing jeans and a new polo shirt, eyes covered by goofy oversized glasses, and curly hair shining as the sun reflected off of it. His best friend Summer was walking, fingers entwined with his, looking like a supermodel in her outfit. It wasn't fair, why did she get to hold his hand, they were just friends! I didn't understand it, I didn't want to understand it, I just wanted to be her, just to be able to touch his baby-soft hands, laughing at the unfunniest things, I just wanted to kiss his forehead, or him to kiss mine, I just wanted him.
His name was Seth Cohen, and he was walking perfection.
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It was my first day at Harbor, and I had no clue what to do. My new, and only, friend Marissa said she would show me around, but I hadn't found her yet.
"Hey, Ryan!" Ah, there she was, all smiles and designer clothes, everything I could never be.
"Hey, Rissa, I thought you had forgotten about me." I said, trying to pull off a mock-hurt look.
"You look constipated." She said in response to my face. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh, and she did too.
"Hey, let's go see my classes, before school starts!" I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her along. First class, Home Economics.
"This is the Home Ec lab, Ryan, this is where you will learn to cook, sew, write checks and-" she was interrupted by a voice that was like a chorus of Gods.
"Hey, Marissa, who is this?" Seth, that's right, SETH, called, striding up to us. His smile was bright enough to be an emergency-sun in case ours burnt out, and I felt like melting right there.
"Hey Seth, this is my friend Ryan. He just moved here about two weeks ago. I can't believe you hadn't met each other yet!" She said, though she knew Ryan was basically in love with Seth. Ryan told her everything. "So, Seth, ready for the day to start? You've got first period with Ryan, so you can get to know him, but until then, we have to go. I need to show him the rest of his classes!" She smiled, hugging Seth, and then he reached over and shook my hand, a 'Nice to meet you, now goodbye' sort of thing, and I followed Marissa as she sashayed down the hall.
"What. The. HELL?" I began, mortified, "You didn't tell me he had this class with me!" I was amazed. Why hadn't she told him?
"I guess it just...slipped my mind?" She answered, though it came out as a question.
"Brrrrrringg!" Damn. The Bell.
Without another word, Marissa hugged me briefly and grinned, then ran off to her class, leaving me to face Seth. "Oh man. What am I going to do?" I asked myself aloud.
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Seth
"Wow. He was, in one word, perfect." Seth confessed to Summer that night in his pool house. Home Ec had been rather uneventful, other than the fact that Ryan, who Seth preferred to think of as a Greek God, sat across from him and had the most perfect hair, face, bitten fingernails he had ever seen.
"Cohen, why not talk to him? I mean, he is Marissa's friend, and we have known her forever. Granted, she didn't bother to tell us about him, but I am sure she had a reason." Summer suggested, yawning toward the end. "Ohmygod. COHEN! It is One. In. The. Morning. For God's sake, I need my beauty sleep!" She said, amazed that she sat there listening to Seth drag on an on about a boy he barely even spoke three words to for five and a half hours!
"Fine, I'll talk to you tomorrow, I guess." He said, and with a quick 'Goodbye' he clicked off the phone and curled up on his bed, Captain Oats beside him. "What should I do?" He asked his equine companion, "Ryan is everything I have ever wanted...but he is like...a guy. I didn't think I would ever actually want a GUY. It's so...unusual. I mean, I have been questioning..but..." He trailed off, sleep overcoming him, and his Mom quietly opened the door, pulling his sky blue comforter over him.
"Sleep tight, honey." She though for a moment, wondering if his subconscious could hear her, "If you need to talk to someone-anyone about you being gay, or whatever you are, I am here." She whispered, wishing she could actually get him to talk to here again, like he did when he was a kid and needed someone to talk to.
A/N Sorry it was such a short chapter. If you like it, or have CONSTRUCTIVE criticism to give, please review, it helps me write!