Howdy all -
Okay, first off, a BIG apology to those readers who've been waiting for THREE WEEKS *hangs head in shame* . It wasn't actually my fault entirely; see, on Sept. 9th, this computer techie guy was supposed to come to my house and install a DSL line in our computer. and frankly, he killed it. I mean literally, it couldn't start, it wasn't responding, it was just dead. Very sad. So, my dad had to box it up and ship it off to some company that rebuilt it, uninstalled, then reinstalled AOL, losing more than a wee few files along the way I might add. so I figured I'd be all clever and try to publish this next chapter from my school library, right? Nope, this site was blocked by our school's trusty safeguard system (the same system that blocks Fanfiction.net but allows you to look up the word F*ck at dictionary.com? Yup, that be the one, mates). So I JUST got my computer back yesterday and -- well, here I go rambling again. if any of you draw a benefit from listening to me rant, it will be this: DON'T trust ALLTEL. Savvy? Now, on to our story. I kinda changed POV for this one, even though it's still written 3rd person. kinda short, this chap, but I'm posting another 2nite. Again, sorry for the wait, and thanks for the reviews! Enjoy.
Seth Knows
Seth finished tying 'Summer Breeze' to the dock, his brow furrowed in thought. He thought he knew what he'd heard - no, he KNEW he knew what he'd heard on the other side of that door. Heard evidence of major yakking, that's what. But if Ryan was sick, why hadn't he said something? Maybe he was embarrassed? For what? They were brothers now, right? Maybe that was part of it, the fact that this was all so new for Ryan. He didn't want to show weakness right off the bat. Was that it? Seth took a moment to put himself in Ryan's shoes, and decided that must be it. But how should he approach it? SHOULD he approach it? How could he not? He already knew Ryan had been sick, and he was awful at lying. But on the other hand, why put Ryan on the spot with the topic when he was already feeling lousy? He probably just wanted to take it slow. Must've been why he was so anxious to get off the water, too. Seth mentally kicked himself for not seeing this before, and no sooner had he done so he saw the bathroom door swing open at the other end of the dock. Now what? Oh man oh man, what to say? 'Are you okay'? No. yes, no-yes, no, YES. no. Just be cool, he told himself, we're cool, we're good, we're fine, we're going. SURFING? Damn; in his recent revelation he had completely forgotten about their next stop, and didn't give a second thought to the fact that Ryan would not want to be hitting the waves right about now, no matter how mad the surf was. Here he comes. Think, Seth, think. Gotta get out of surfing somehow. Groceries? Nope, they were pretty well stocked. 'Have to clean the goldfish bowl'. don't have a goldfish. clean kitchen, weed garden, NO garden.
"NINJAS," Seth exclaimed suddenly.
Ryan, who was now about five feet from Seth, stared blankly at his companion, eyebrows raised.
"Ninjas," he echoed, "what about 'em?"
"Well, you know," continued Seth awkwardly, "I really was gonna tackle the next level of that. um, ninja game today. Besides, the waves aren't, um. THAT great."
Ryan just stared at him.
". Wanna just go home?" Seth sighed.
Ryan didn't argue the point, just shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible as he grabbed his hoodie off the boat.
"So, off we go then?" Seth said hesitantly, gesturing towards the parking lot.
"Sure," answered Ryan, and started walking in said direction.
Seth let out a mental sigh of relief as he followed his friend. Had he been convincing? He must have been, either that or Ryan knew he knew and was just being quiet about it. Seth slightly feared the latter, but now was no time to be paranoid. At the moment, as he watched Ryan's shaky steps, he was too busy worrying about the interior of the Land Rover.
Okay, first off, a BIG apology to those readers who've been waiting for THREE WEEKS *hangs head in shame* . It wasn't actually my fault entirely; see, on Sept. 9th, this computer techie guy was supposed to come to my house and install a DSL line in our computer. and frankly, he killed it. I mean literally, it couldn't start, it wasn't responding, it was just dead. Very sad. So, my dad had to box it up and ship it off to some company that rebuilt it, uninstalled, then reinstalled AOL, losing more than a wee few files along the way I might add. so I figured I'd be all clever and try to publish this next chapter from my school library, right? Nope, this site was blocked by our school's trusty safeguard system (the same system that blocks Fanfiction.net but allows you to look up the word F*ck at dictionary.com? Yup, that be the one, mates). So I JUST got my computer back yesterday and -- well, here I go rambling again. if any of you draw a benefit from listening to me rant, it will be this: DON'T trust ALLTEL. Savvy? Now, on to our story. I kinda changed POV for this one, even though it's still written 3rd person. kinda short, this chap, but I'm posting another 2nite. Again, sorry for the wait, and thanks for the reviews! Enjoy.
Seth Knows
Seth finished tying 'Summer Breeze' to the dock, his brow furrowed in thought. He thought he knew what he'd heard - no, he KNEW he knew what he'd heard on the other side of that door. Heard evidence of major yakking, that's what. But if Ryan was sick, why hadn't he said something? Maybe he was embarrassed? For what? They were brothers now, right? Maybe that was part of it, the fact that this was all so new for Ryan. He didn't want to show weakness right off the bat. Was that it? Seth took a moment to put himself in Ryan's shoes, and decided that must be it. But how should he approach it? SHOULD he approach it? How could he not? He already knew Ryan had been sick, and he was awful at lying. But on the other hand, why put Ryan on the spot with the topic when he was already feeling lousy? He probably just wanted to take it slow. Must've been why he was so anxious to get off the water, too. Seth mentally kicked himself for not seeing this before, and no sooner had he done so he saw the bathroom door swing open at the other end of the dock. Now what? Oh man oh man, what to say? 'Are you okay'? No. yes, no-yes, no, YES. no. Just be cool, he told himself, we're cool, we're good, we're fine, we're going. SURFING? Damn; in his recent revelation he had completely forgotten about their next stop, and didn't give a second thought to the fact that Ryan would not want to be hitting the waves right about now, no matter how mad the surf was. Here he comes. Think, Seth, think. Gotta get out of surfing somehow. Groceries? Nope, they were pretty well stocked. 'Have to clean the goldfish bowl'. don't have a goldfish. clean kitchen, weed garden, NO garden.
"NINJAS," Seth exclaimed suddenly.
Ryan, who was now about five feet from Seth, stared blankly at his companion, eyebrows raised.
"Ninjas," he echoed, "what about 'em?"
"Well, you know," continued Seth awkwardly, "I really was gonna tackle the next level of that. um, ninja game today. Besides, the waves aren't, um. THAT great."
Ryan just stared at him.
". Wanna just go home?" Seth sighed.
Ryan didn't argue the point, just shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible as he grabbed his hoodie off the boat.
"So, off we go then?" Seth said hesitantly, gesturing towards the parking lot.
"Sure," answered Ryan, and started walking in said direction.
Seth let out a mental sigh of relief as he followed his friend. Had he been convincing? He must have been, either that or Ryan knew he knew and was just being quiet about it. Seth slightly feared the latter, but now was no time to be paranoid. At the moment, as he watched Ryan's shaky steps, he was too busy worrying about the interior of the Land Rover.