A Hockey game?
Seth blinked unattractively as Ryan fed him the news. Ryan wanted to go to a hockey game? One of those things with the physical exertion and what not?
This had to be a joke.
"You want to go to a hockey game on your birthday?"
Ryan gave an ever-typical roll of the eyes. "Yes, I want to go to a game."
Seth shook his head. Sports were the anti-christ as far as he was concerned. And now Ryan wanted to drag him along to a hockey game?
"With all the hitting, and swearing... and... whatever it is they do at hocke games!"
"Seth, it's my birthday. I want to go."
"Well yeah, of course dude. But a hockey game?"
Ryan couldn't help but be slightly amused by this. He knew Seth hated sports. With a passion. But it was Ryan's 18th birthday. Seth wasn't going to be allowed to be so goddamn self-centered. "Look, if you don't want to go, I get it. I just thought, it's my birthday, and maybe we'd have a little 'Seth/Ryan' time? Just like you wanted?"
Seth shot a dirty look at Ryan. "How dare you use our personal time to guilt me in to going to this heathen 'Hockey Game'."
"Do you know anything about hockey?"
"No."
Ryan laughed. He couldn't help it. He wasn't surprised, but amused. "Just come. It'll be cool."
With a great and heaving over-exagurated sigh, Seth caved. "Fine."
It was a bright and sunny morning (again) in Newport, a Saturday, and Ryan and Seth had been debating the nights agenda in the pool house over juice and Eggo waffles. Boy boys were in their pajamas, Seth encased in flannel from head to toe, Ryan in a beater and boxers.
"So where is this afore-mentioned game?" Seth asked, putting back another glass of OJ. County's Best...
"LA" Ryan answered, snatching his waffle from the toaster Kirsten had installed in the pool house. "You think your parents will let us go?"
"With some presuasion, I'd say yes" Seth answered, nodding slowly as he thought about it.
"And I suppose I'm supposed to do the talking, right?"
"Like we've talked about Ryan, I'm the brains. Besides, I don't even want to go."
Ryan glanced at Seth sideways before drowning his waffle in syrup. Seth was getting clever. He knew exactly what to say to get out of what he didn't want to do.
"Well, I suppose we'd better gussy ourselves up for our presentation. Parents like pretty boys." Seth walked towards the door, feet padding silently across the carpet. "So, uh, start thinking of what you want to say. Because there will be no 'tagging in' this go around."
"That was your idea!"
"Yes, and now I recall it" Seth said, scooting out the door.
Ryan looked at his now soggy waffle. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry.
Seth blinked unattractively as Ryan fed him the news. Ryan wanted to go to a hockey game? One of those things with the physical exertion and what not?
This had to be a joke.
"You want to go to a hockey game on your birthday?"
Ryan gave an ever-typical roll of the eyes. "Yes, I want to go to a game."
Seth shook his head. Sports were the anti-christ as far as he was concerned. And now Ryan wanted to drag him along to a hockey game?
"With all the hitting, and swearing... and... whatever it is they do at hocke games!"
"Seth, it's my birthday. I want to go."
"Well yeah, of course dude. But a hockey game?"
Ryan couldn't help but be slightly amused by this. He knew Seth hated sports. With a passion. But it was Ryan's 18th birthday. Seth wasn't going to be allowed to be so goddamn self-centered. "Look, if you don't want to go, I get it. I just thought, it's my birthday, and maybe we'd have a little 'Seth/Ryan' time? Just like you wanted?"
Seth shot a dirty look at Ryan. "How dare you use our personal time to guilt me in to going to this heathen 'Hockey Game'."
"Do you know anything about hockey?"
"No."
Ryan laughed. He couldn't help it. He wasn't surprised, but amused. "Just come. It'll be cool."
With a great and heaving over-exagurated sigh, Seth caved. "Fine."
It was a bright and sunny morning (again) in Newport, a Saturday, and Ryan and Seth had been debating the nights agenda in the pool house over juice and Eggo waffles. Boy boys were in their pajamas, Seth encased in flannel from head to toe, Ryan in a beater and boxers.
"So where is this afore-mentioned game?" Seth asked, putting back another glass of OJ. County's Best...
"LA" Ryan answered, snatching his waffle from the toaster Kirsten had installed in the pool house. "You think your parents will let us go?"
"With some presuasion, I'd say yes" Seth answered, nodding slowly as he thought about it.
"And I suppose I'm supposed to do the talking, right?"
"Like we've talked about Ryan, I'm the brains. Besides, I don't even want to go."
Ryan glanced at Seth sideways before drowning his waffle in syrup. Seth was getting clever. He knew exactly what to say to get out of what he didn't want to do.
"Well, I suppose we'd better gussy ourselves up for our presentation. Parents like pretty boys." Seth walked towards the door, feet padding silently across the carpet. "So, uh, start thinking of what you want to say. Because there will be no 'tagging in' this go around."
"That was your idea!"
"Yes, and now I recall it" Seth said, scooting out the door.
Ryan looked at his now soggy waffle. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry.