Title: Your Laughter Is My Light

Author: JacquiJack

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Pairing/Fandom: The OC – Seth's private thoughts on Ryan.

Summary: Ryan is a hot man. No one can resist him. Not even his best friend. SLASH.

Rated: PG-13

Warnings: Just a little boy-on-boy kissy-kissy. NO SMUT.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING other than the plot. Nor am I claiming to. Owning Adam Brody and Benjamin McKenzie wouldn't be too bad but... sigh what can you do...

Author's Note: Written for kashmir1 after she requested a Seth fic, between 100 and 500 words. It's 490-ish, take or give, so this is not technically a "drabble". Meh. I chose Ryan and Seth. =D This is my first OC fic, plus my first present-tense fic, plus my first slash fic, so I feel accomplished. matter-of-factly I am multi-fandomal. lol

Must Include The Line: "Yeah man, but ew... that's my parents we're talking about."

Feedback: is greatly appreciated. It does make the whole writing experience seem worth it when you get reviews. Flames are also welcome with me. Just take the time to tell me what you thought of it, whether your feedback is positive or negative.

Damn. Ryan looks good wet.

I love how his hair always looks darker whenever it's wet. Dark hair suits him. Not that his light hair doesn't look perfect on him. Hell, he could have a bright green mullet and he'd look hot.

"Seth!"

"Mmm?"

"What's up with you, man? You've been quiet ever since we got down here." He swims up to me while I stay silent in my deck-chair. "C'mon. Talk to me."

I look at him. His eyes... they draw you in. He's got the most beautiful eyes. They're so trusting and full of care. But I still can't tell him my secret.

If I do tell him... will he understand? He won't. He loves Marissa. I can't tell him how I feel. How I've felt for a long time.

"Where are my parents?" I ask, trying to avoid telling him what's really on my mind.

"Well, they've made up after their little argument. They're all over each other, basically."

I throw the tennis ball next to my chair at him in disgust. "Shut up!"

"What?" he asks innocently, dodging the ball. "It's perfectly natural."

"Yeah man, but ew... that's my parents we're talking about."

"Whatever. C'mon and get your ass in this pool."

I love the way he says ass. "Ummm, how about no?" I answer sarcastically.

"Why not?"

"Because my swimmers are in my room. I'm not going back up there. And this shirt, would look better on me dry."

Ryan raises his eyebrows. "We'll see about that," he says, and before my brain can register what he said or what was going to happen, he pulls me off my chair and into the pool.

The water's freezing. I look at Ryan, who's laughing at me. "Seth, man, you look good wet," he jokes.

But I wish he weren't joking. I wish that I could hear him whisper all those sweet-nothings he tells Marissa to me. I wish his arm would hang casually over my shoulders as we walk down the beach. I wish he could be mine.

"You're a dead man," I threaten, jumping on his back and pulling him underwater with me. But, of course, I'm lighter than him so he easily pushes me off.

"Cohen, what the hell was that?" he says jokingly once we reach the surface, moving closer to me, trying to be intimidating. "That was pathetic."

His wet face is now right in front of mine, our noses barely touching. The closeness of it all makes me quiver in excitement.

Without thinking, I lean forward and kiss him. The millisecond after our lips touch I regret it. I know I have ruined our friendship, and lost my only friend.

But instead, he kisses me back. And we continue kissing, until Ryan pulls away slowly. His shoots me a winning smile.

And I know that he feels what I feel. He knows how much he means to me.

He knows his laughter is my light.