Ok, so this is a new
story. I'm sorry for not updating some of the other's but I guess
I'm living up to my name. Sometimes I just lose interest in writing
a story and get an idea
for another one that I really like. I'll
probably go back to the other one's, but at the moment I just can't
write for them. So here's another one.
Sorry.
Xoxo
Friends
"Ryan, why is there a guitar in here?" Seth asked. He'd been 'touring' Ryan's new apartment. He'd been in Philadelphia with work and had decided to come visit Ryan for the day before they both headed to Newport for Christmas. Ryan poked his head around the door.
"Oh, I've been learning to play,"
"Since when?"
"Erm...like...I started in first year at Berkley,"
"This is just great, you're muscular, cute, kind and now...now you play the guitar. There'll be no chicks left for me," Ryan still hadn't got used to Seth's way of complementing him, he was totally secure with a guy calling him cut, even if it was his...brother.
"What does playing guitar have to do with anything?"
"Chicks dig someone who can serenade them. Guitar is a cool instrument. It suites you, but me, I think I'm more of a cellist,"
"You've never played a musical instrument in your life,"
"Ahhh, but if I did, it would be cello. It's my kinda instrument."
"Whatever you say. Why do you need to worry about girls? You've got Summer,"
"Ahh, yes, I need to talk to you about that."
"About Summer?"
"Yep,"
"What've you done now?"
"Why do you immediately think I've done something?"
"Because you usually have,"
"Name me one occasion where I've 'done' something,"
"Well, there was the time you let slip about the surprise birthday party she throwing for Kirsten or the time you ran over the dog..."
"OI! That was an accident, I loved that dog,"
"Ok, how about the time..."
"Ok, ok, but this time I haven't done anything,"
"Riiiiight. Go on then,"
"I found a pregnancy test,"
"And...?"
"It was positive,"
"So, you have done something."
"What? No I haven't!"
"Firstly, you got her pregnant....second; you must have been snooping around to find the test,"
"Well...yes, but that's not the point. Why do you think she hasn't told me?"
"Have you thought that she might be planning on telling you?"
"Well...she can't be, otherwise she wouldn't have hidden the pregnancy thingy,"
"Maybe she didn't hide it...maybe you're just really nosey and have to be patient,"
"Ok...so if she doesn't tell me by tomorrow..."
"Give her a week or so, she'll tell you,"
"If she doesn't?"
"If she doesn't tell you in 2 weeks time call me,"
"Awesome, awesome. Hold on, call you? I'll be in Newport and you'll be...here, what can you do?"
"Phone me, then I'll tell you," Ryan was going to tell him to confront her, he didn't want Seth to know this otherwise he'd confront her too early. Ryan guessed she just need time to think stuff over. "So, apart from that, everything good?"
"Yeah, I'm still loving married life a year on and Newport County's selling 10 million copies a week," Ryan didn't understand how good this figure was, though it seemed like a lot, how many Seth's could there be in the world?
"Good,"
"How about you?"
"I'm fine,"
"Fine is not a feeling,"
"Ok," Ryan paused. "I'm good."
"You've got to give me more to work on. You've moved to a new city, new job, new apartment and all you say is good,"
"Ok, I really love the city. Work is great. Apartment's great. The people at work are really nice."
"Great. So, are you going to show me New York or what?"
"Come on then," Ryan grabbed a jacket.
"What's that for?" Seth asked, looking at the blazer like it was a alien object.
"To wear..."
"You've already got a sweater." Seth said pointing at Ryan's grey v-neck, then looking at the black, pinstripe blazer.
"Seth, it's winter, we're in New York, you'll need more than a long sleeve,"
"Ok, got something I can borrow?" Ryan smiled as and idea came to mind. He disappeared for a moment then came back with the Santa coat Seth had given him one year as a Christmas present and then forced him to wear to a Christmas party. It was payback time.
"What? No, I can't wear...you're joking right?" Ryan shock his head, grinning. Seth grabbed it from him.
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"I can't believe I'm wearing this stupid thing," Seth had been in a bad mood for the past 2 hours that they had been wondering the streets of Manhattan.
"You bought it," Ryan was still laughing. He lost track of how many people had given them strange looks. Just then a kid ran up to them.
"SANTA, SANTA!" The kid hugged Seth's legs. Ryan tried hard to not laugh. The kid let go and reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "This is my list," The kid handed Seth the piece of paper. Someone called out a name. "That's Mommy. Bye," The kid turned and ran back to his mother. Ryan couldn't hold it any longer, he burst in hysterics.
"It's not funny," Seth was even moodier than before. They began walking again. Ryan dragged Seth into a jeweller's.
"What do you want in here?" Seth said crossing his arms.
"I'm picking something up." Ryan went to the counter and exchanged a few words with the jeweller. The jeweller went through a door and came back with a black velvet box, around it was a red ribbon, purely for decoration purposes. Ryan returned to Seth.
"Who for?"
"None of your business, nosey,"
"You've got a girlfriend?"
"No, but if I tell you who it's for you'll blab." Seth frowned. "Come on," They wandered around for an hour or so. Seth managed to force Ryan into the museum of Comic & Cartoon Art. Seth had also forced Ryan into the gift shop.
"Look, they've got Newport County!" Seth seemed so excited by this.
"Yep, they have," Ryan was so bored. "Let's go," Ryan had to literally drag Seth away. It took 15 minutes to walk back to the apartment. As soon as Seth was in the heated area he whipped the coat off and shoved it into Ryan's arms.
"You put that where...where...just put it away," Ryan laughed, Seth seemed traumatised by his experience with the coat. Ryan put it away then got them some beer. He went into the living room, finding Seth lounging on the largest sofa. He handed him a bottle then settled down in the armchair. Seth lay, staring at the ceiling.
"It's strange without her," Seth said.
"Who?"
"Summer,"
"You've only been gone a week and you'll see her tomorrow."
"Yeah,"
"It's weird for me not seeing you guys every day," Ryan had moved to New York last month.
"Yeah, it's a bit different; you're not in love with us."
"I love all of you,"
"But you're not IN love with us, at least I hope you're not," Ryan chuckled.
"True." They were silent.
"What was it like, when Marissa left?" Seth asked.
"I...she...we weren't even dating, you guys are married."
"You still loved her though. I know it's got nothing to do with me missing Summer, I'm only not seeing her for a week, but..."
"Honestly?" Ryan paused. "It felt like someone had just ripped out my heart and taken it to Greece." Ryan paused again. "I missed her a lot, Seth. Not talking to her, not seeing her. I didn't know how to act, what to do. I mean it was like in one day my life had become a whole lot different. But you adjust, you get used to it, and once you've got used to her not being around, you don't miss her." Ryan paused again. "Luckily, I doubt you'll ever have to get used to not being around Summer,"
"Yeah," Everything was quiet again. "When's our flight tomorrow?"
"Midday, we'll have to leave here at like 9,"
"Awesome," Seth turned the T.V. on and began flicking through the channels. He settled on an episode of Friends. "When we were at Harbour, I always imagined us being like them. Except only four of us."
"Who'd be who?"
"No, not like that. I just thought that we'd all live in the same apartment block, see each other every day. Remember when you laughed at me for crying at the last episode?"
"Yeah," Ryan smiled at the memory.
"It's cause I could just see us like that, in my mind I could substitute us into that situation, getting to a point where we had to go separate ways."
"Well, some of us did go separate ways,"
"Just a lot earlier than I expected,"
