Title: It takes two to waltz
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: Luke is mine. No, really, he is. He's mine, ALL MINE!!!!
Summary: Umm, Ryan and Seth's relationship "evolves". Doi, it's slash.
~*~ Part 1: ~*~
Standing half way between the pool and the bar, an awkward half-wave at Luke.
"Hey Luke."
A flash of that perfect, mega-watt grin that had girls all over Orange County swooning, as he swaggered over. A faux-cheerful "Hey", then the sneer that managed to make him look just as beautiful as when he smiled,
"Suck it, queer."
And really, he didn't know how right he was.
~*~
Orange County was heaven. So different from Chino, seemingly miles and miles from every home he had ever known. Not in a geographical sense, though that was true, too. Orange County was heaven. All sunlight and palm trees and white sand and blue, blue water. The place practically reeked of money, swarming with, as Sandy so aptly referred to them, trust-fund kids. Yes, it was a far cry from Chino, as the Cohen family was a far cry from his own. Kirsten is an angel. And how perfect was that, Kirsten, the angel, in Orange County, heaven. She's beautiful, generous, always wanting to see the good in people. Sandy, living proof that nerdy-ness was hereditary. Seth is.Seth is indescribable. In much the same way that someone would describe a bulldog, hideously cute, Seth was nerdily cool. He was erratic and fidgety and insanely adorable. With his flippy brown hair and his velvety brown eyes, his wide mouth that was prone to smiling and his long, rangy body, tending towards clumsiness, though he was ridiculously talented on a skateboard. He had an unusual sense of humor, an eclectic taste in music, the absurd, constant craving for Funnyans that should leave him with perpetual onion breath, but for some strange reason, never did. Seth was the most honest, real person Ryan Atwood knew. He couldn't ask for a better friend. Putting the crappy part of his life aside, Ryan felt incredibly blessed to have been found by this family, to have been taken in before most of them even knew his name.
~*~
Ryan Atwood. The name always brought butterflies to his stomach. Maybe it was that powerful, lean physique. Or maybe it was that rare but rewarding grin. Or maybe, and most likely, it was his big blue eyes, eternally sad. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. It was an unfamiliar feeling, foreign and uncomfortable. But he didn't know how to make it stop.
Thinking about the Ryan-Marisa-Luke triangle always put Seth in a snit. It was so very Clark-Lana-Whitney (kind of obsolete now), or Dawson-Joey-Pacey (also obsolete). If anyone ever found out that Seth watched those shows, he would just die of mortification. But it was so futile! Ryan was wasting his time mooning over Marisa. She and Luke had been together forever. They were the perfect couple. Like the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader in some Southern town where they didn't have water polo and fashion show hosts. Seth wanted to snap Ryan out of his damn little reverie, get him over his brown-eyed princess. And on to his brown-eyed prince. And wasn't that funny. Seth always did have a soft spot for people that were worse off than him. And he didn't mean money wise. They didn't get many of those in Newport, of either kind. The abandoned, the lost, the helpless. No, Seth had never met anyone quite like Ryan. He was a "breath of fresh air", as his father would put it. Dad always had the perfect phrase, the perfect platitude for any situation. Yes, Ryan was definitely different than the Newport natives. Defensive, a real "bad boy". (Not like pretty-boy Luke.) A boy abandoned by his mommy. Ryan needed Seth's help, his support, his friendship. He would never admit it, but Seth knew it was true.
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: Luke is mine. No, really, he is. He's mine, ALL MINE!!!!
Summary: Umm, Ryan and Seth's relationship "evolves". Doi, it's slash.
~*~ Part 1: ~*~
Standing half way between the pool and the bar, an awkward half-wave at Luke.
"Hey Luke."
A flash of that perfect, mega-watt grin that had girls all over Orange County swooning, as he swaggered over. A faux-cheerful "Hey", then the sneer that managed to make him look just as beautiful as when he smiled,
"Suck it, queer."
And really, he didn't know how right he was.
~*~
Orange County was heaven. So different from Chino, seemingly miles and miles from every home he had ever known. Not in a geographical sense, though that was true, too. Orange County was heaven. All sunlight and palm trees and white sand and blue, blue water. The place practically reeked of money, swarming with, as Sandy so aptly referred to them, trust-fund kids. Yes, it was a far cry from Chino, as the Cohen family was a far cry from his own. Kirsten is an angel. And how perfect was that, Kirsten, the angel, in Orange County, heaven. She's beautiful, generous, always wanting to see the good in people. Sandy, living proof that nerdy-ness was hereditary. Seth is.Seth is indescribable. In much the same way that someone would describe a bulldog, hideously cute, Seth was nerdily cool. He was erratic and fidgety and insanely adorable. With his flippy brown hair and his velvety brown eyes, his wide mouth that was prone to smiling and his long, rangy body, tending towards clumsiness, though he was ridiculously talented on a skateboard. He had an unusual sense of humor, an eclectic taste in music, the absurd, constant craving for Funnyans that should leave him with perpetual onion breath, but for some strange reason, never did. Seth was the most honest, real person Ryan Atwood knew. He couldn't ask for a better friend. Putting the crappy part of his life aside, Ryan felt incredibly blessed to have been found by this family, to have been taken in before most of them even knew his name.
~*~
Ryan Atwood. The name always brought butterflies to his stomach. Maybe it was that powerful, lean physique. Or maybe it was that rare but rewarding grin. Or maybe, and most likely, it was his big blue eyes, eternally sad. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. It was an unfamiliar feeling, foreign and uncomfortable. But he didn't know how to make it stop.
Thinking about the Ryan-Marisa-Luke triangle always put Seth in a snit. It was so very Clark-Lana-Whitney (kind of obsolete now), or Dawson-Joey-Pacey (also obsolete). If anyone ever found out that Seth watched those shows, he would just die of mortification. But it was so futile! Ryan was wasting his time mooning over Marisa. She and Luke had been together forever. They were the perfect couple. Like the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader in some Southern town where they didn't have water polo and fashion show hosts. Seth wanted to snap Ryan out of his damn little reverie, get him over his brown-eyed princess. And on to his brown-eyed prince. And wasn't that funny. Seth always did have a soft spot for people that were worse off than him. And he didn't mean money wise. They didn't get many of those in Newport, of either kind. The abandoned, the lost, the helpless. No, Seth had never met anyone quite like Ryan. He was a "breath of fresh air", as his father would put it. Dad always had the perfect phrase, the perfect platitude for any situation. Yes, Ryan was definitely different than the Newport natives. Defensive, a real "bad boy". (Not like pretty-boy Luke.) A boy abandoned by his mommy. Ryan needed Seth's help, his support, his friendship. He would never admit it, but Seth knew it was true.