Seth hurriedly rifled through his dresser drawers. He had promised Summer
that he'd pick her up again in thirty minutes, which, counting the drive,
left him with about fifteen minutes to get ready. Super. He picked up
Captain Oats and solemnly looked at the horse.
"Women, my friend, women. Do you understand why someone who looks like Summer thinks she needs makeup?" Captain Oats stared at him. "What's that, buddy? Neigh?" Seth heard someone cough behind him, and he turned to see Ryan standing in his doorway, arms crossed and a half smile on his face. Seth suddenly realized that his was standing in the middle of his room talking to a plastic horse.
"Um, hey, just, you know getting some fashion advice from the Captain, because he's such a stud at the stable and all." Seth set Captain Oats down and resumed searching through his collection of vintage tees.
"Where are you going?" Ryan entered the room and sat down on Seth's bed, amused by Seth's franticness.
"Apparently," Seth turned around to face Ryan and threw his arms out to his sides, "Miss Summer Roberts has realized the handsome wittiness that is Seth Cohen, and has asked me to escort her to Julie Cooper's New Year's 'I got my claws into Caleb Nichol' brunch. You're going, right? With Marissa?"
"Yup." Ryan observed Seth. After a few months, Ryan had gotten used to seeing Seth's nervous energy, but he'd never seen him quite this keyed-up before.
"'Yup?'" Seth shook his head. "Look, I know that the ladies dig the strong, silent type, but I need some more communication, you know? Because I'm a talker. I love to make sentences, and thus conduct conversations with people who may or may not be interested in hearing me speak."
Ryan looked down at the floor and scuffed the carpet with his toe. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just." Seth waited as Ryan took a long pause. "Things aren't going so great with Marissa. She's having some serious problems."
"Whoa." Seth sat down next to Ryan. "Are you two ok?"
"I don't know." Ryan stood up. That was enough sharing for now. As he headed out the door, he called over his shoulder. "If you're insistent on wearing a vintage tee, wear that gravity one. But I'd go for the suit, man. You are with Miss Newport now."
"Shut up!" Seth laughed as he chucked a rejected shirt at the closing door. He smiled to himself. "I am with Summer now." He walked over to his closet and pulled out the gravity tee and a conservative, Kirsten- purchased suit. He looked at each one thoughtfully, and changed his clothes quickly.
"Women, my friend, women. Do you understand why someone who looks like Summer thinks she needs makeup?" Captain Oats stared at him. "What's that, buddy? Neigh?" Seth heard someone cough behind him, and he turned to see Ryan standing in his doorway, arms crossed and a half smile on his face. Seth suddenly realized that his was standing in the middle of his room talking to a plastic horse.
"Um, hey, just, you know getting some fashion advice from the Captain, because he's such a stud at the stable and all." Seth set Captain Oats down and resumed searching through his collection of vintage tees.
"Where are you going?" Ryan entered the room and sat down on Seth's bed, amused by Seth's franticness.
"Apparently," Seth turned around to face Ryan and threw his arms out to his sides, "Miss Summer Roberts has realized the handsome wittiness that is Seth Cohen, and has asked me to escort her to Julie Cooper's New Year's 'I got my claws into Caleb Nichol' brunch. You're going, right? With Marissa?"
"Yup." Ryan observed Seth. After a few months, Ryan had gotten used to seeing Seth's nervous energy, but he'd never seen him quite this keyed-up before.
"'Yup?'" Seth shook his head. "Look, I know that the ladies dig the strong, silent type, but I need some more communication, you know? Because I'm a talker. I love to make sentences, and thus conduct conversations with people who may or may not be interested in hearing me speak."
Ryan looked down at the floor and scuffed the carpet with his toe. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just." Seth waited as Ryan took a long pause. "Things aren't going so great with Marissa. She's having some serious problems."
"Whoa." Seth sat down next to Ryan. "Are you two ok?"
"I don't know." Ryan stood up. That was enough sharing for now. As he headed out the door, he called over his shoulder. "If you're insistent on wearing a vintage tee, wear that gravity one. But I'd go for the suit, man. You are with Miss Newport now."
"Shut up!" Seth laughed as he chucked a rejected shirt at the closing door. He smiled to himself. "I am with Summer now." He walked over to his closet and pulled out the gravity tee and a conservative, Kirsten- purchased suit. He looked at each one thoughtfully, and changed his clothes quickly.