"It was horrible. The worst four hours of my life hands down," Seth had an empty look on his face. "It was even worse than the time Summer made me go to that Carrie Underwood concert."
"That was Carrie Underwood? You said those were Lifehouse tickets."
"Lifehouse? That's what I meant, what did I say? Never mind. We are talking about me spending four hours of true hell with the people I'm supposed to call my parents. If they weren't bickering, they were calling each of names like 'snicker doodle' or 'sweetums'. What the hell is a snicker doodle?"
"I think it's a cookie," Ryan said while trying to hold his laughter inside.
"I wouldn't laugh if I were you. Between all that they were the most over protective parent you have ever seen. I think they count on us to look out for each other and those four hours were they were solely responsible for keeping me alive seemed to make them nervous. Dad even tried to follow me to the bathroom, but I nipped that one in the bud pretty quick. And lucky for you, they assured me that your turn for torture would be tomorrow afternoon."
"The bathroom?" Ryan felt his face go blank in horror.
"Yeah, and mom picked out my meal and actually made me eat my sandwich before my brownie. It was horrible. I can't believe I actually used to have to deal with them by myself on a regular basis. If I haven't said it before I'll say it now. Thank you dude; I don't know what I would do without you.
By the way what did you do this afternoon? Hit up some hot chicks? Do some wicked E?"
Seth face looked at him eagerly, and Ryan swallowed nervously. Must tread lightly, he knew he sucked at lying, so it was all up to his diversion skills.
"Nothing. Your mom told me Summer called, what did she want?"
Almost before Ryan could finish the question Seth had started his usual babble. The focus once again had been easily side stepped with a Seth distraction. It was moments like these he was truly grateful that Seth could be a crappy friend. Not that Ryan blamed him; Seth had been alone for so long, how could he not talk to anyone who would listen? Bedsides less talking for him equaled a happy Ryan.
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Ryan was feeling nervous. In less than 15 minuets Seth was going to go to a comic book "meeting not convention" and leave Ryan alone with Sandy and Kirsten. Without Seth chatter Ryan had no idea what they were going to talk about. Its not like he hadn't been alone with one or two them at the same time before but he usually tried to avoid it when he had a guilty consciences. Not that he really felt guilty for accidentally seeing his dad. He just didn't want to tell the Cohen's.
"So Ryan are you ready for a fun filled afternoon? Because me and the Kirsten have put a lot of work in to this, and we want you to have fun," Sandy smiled at him encouragingly.
Damnit they used the "we know you're trying to find a way out so will guilt you with our excitement and 'hard work'". He really needed to stop using quotes in his head.
"Can't wait," Ryan forced a painful smile on his face. He hoped it didn't look too much like a grimace.
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Three hours later and Ryan felt like shooting himself. Seth hadn't been exaggerating for the first time ever. Sandy and Kirsten were driving him nuts. They had taken him to a crappy museum that they treated like the Louver and then there was the tour of the city. That one would have actually been fun if Sandy hadn't screwed up the times causing them to have to wait an hour and put Kirsten in a bad mood.
When Kirsten was in a bad mood, everyone was in a bad mood. But now they were at a restaurant and just like Seth said they would the Cohen's preceded to treat him like he was five years old.
Kirsten ordered for him and when he got up to go wash his hands he saw Sandy fighting with himself not to follow. He owed Seth for helping him dodge that bullet. But the worst part hadn't even happen yet.
Because just when he thought his life had hit ten on the ironic and million to one chances scaleā¦
"Ryan!"
Both him and the Cohen's turned and there was his dad.
Walking straight toward their table.
Damnit.
