Nothing From the Ground
fawkesrises
Disclaimer: Don't own Ryan or Seth, but I get to borrow them from time to time
AN: Hmm, I suppose you could call this a double drabbble? 226 words. Ryan. 2nd person POV. It's from way back in the beginning, say after the Model House but before the writers decided to deprive us of all the Ryan/Seth action pouts I had it over on my LJ but it got lonely -heh-
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You don't like breasts.
You don't like curves.
The thing is, you used to. Before Newport.
You're beginning to realize maybe that was a defense – in Chino it wasn't safe to think of another guy unless you wanted to beat the shit out of him. Girls were for fucking, not guys. You could have any girl you wanted. You slept with plenty, but it wasn't enough. It didn't make you feel anything. So maybe you've never been one for curves at all.
Maybe that's why you went looking for someone to throw the first punch, and if they wouldn't, you would. Because you got this feeling – your stomach twisted, your hands got sweaty and something like an electric current ran up your spine.
But there's no fighting in Newport; you promised Kirsten. You don't miss it though, because now there's Seth. He gives you that same buzz. You're sure that Seth would make you feel plenty of things.
It doesn't seem right to associate him with fighting, and definitely not with sex; he's so naïve and trusting. He's shy. He rambles when he's nervous, which is most of the time.
He reads comics and gets you to read them too. And you like it, all of it. Because that's Seth.
And this is Newport.
Where you don't have to like fighting, you can just like Seth.