Ryan immerged from the kitchen in hopes of talking to Allison before she
went out for her morning run. It was some weird thing that she had begun
doing when she started high school. He had asked her about it once but she
sort of brushed it off saying it was for track, even though they both knew
she wouldn't be caught dead on a team. He walked up the stairs silently and
looked into her room; first door on the right. Empty, she must have left,
he thought to himself.
"I have to."
He turned. The voice that said that was Allison's but he wasn't quite sure where it came from, and it wasn't loud at all, it was like a whisper or something.
"Oh."
That was Seth. He could tell by Seth's voice that he was groggy and not quite sure what was going on. He quickly tip toed over to Seth's room, right across the hall and pushed the door open slightly more.
Ryan's eyes widened as he witnessed what was going on. He rubbed his eyes. They didn't just kiss. That was his innocent little sister and that was Seth, who had basically no experience when it came to girls and basically lucked out when a blond bombshell was dropped into his lap at Cotillion, even though he hadn't seen her at school yet; on that trip still.
He looked into the room. They were just talking really close. Yea, Allison was probably whispering something about his past; giving Seth something to hold over his head for like the rest of eternity, like that one time he accidentally blew up the science lab, well they never proved it wasn't an accident.
"Ryan is going to kill me."
He ran down the steps as quickly and quietly as possible. He wasn't the type to spy on people, but he knew that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. His sister just kissed his best friend; the closest thing he had ever had to a brother, well there was Trey, but well the whole jail thing, whatever. Or was it the other way around; Seth had been the one who said that he was going to kill him. Maybe Seth came onto Ally.
Gross. Ok, no offence to Seth, because he is a really nice guy, but he didn't think it was possible for Seth to come onto a girl, or even try to seduce one. That guy had no clue what he was doing. Usually he became a bumbling idiot around girls, especially around Summer and Anna. But Jesus, his sister!
Gross. Ok, no offence to Ally, because she was the sweetest girl ever and he loved her to death, but gross. Now he was sounding more and more like Summer. Allison was pretty and all, but Ryan just couldn't picture a guy, especially Seth with his sister. It wasn't like he expected Allison to become a nun or something, it was just that he was hoping she wouldn't like, like a guy until she was twenty-ish or he was away, where he didn't have to deal with it.
He popped out of his thoughts as he heard Allison's feet made muffled noises as she crept down the stairs. She tip toed toward the kitchen.
She quickly looked up. "Oh, hi Ryan." She smiled and continued to the door. "What are you doing up?"
He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, trying to convey the message that he knew. Oh, he knew. He waited for her response staring into her hazel eyes.
"Ryan, that's really creepy. Stop staring at me like that." She replied shivering; opening the fridge only to find dozens of glass water bottles. "Haven't they heard of plastic before? Water is water; I don't think we need a designer label."
Ok, so conveying that message wasn't going so well, but he definitely wasn't losing his touch, maybe it was just too early in the morning to do that. "Ally we need to talk."
She reached into the fridge and opened a bottle with ease. "Ok then, this doesn't sound good." She brought the bottle to her lips, but quickly set it on the counter. "I didn't go to that party if that's what you're thinking. You can ask Mr. . . . Sandy. We were talking until like eleven."
Ryan shook his head. "It's not about the party, although it's a good thing you didn't go." Ryan looked her in the eyes seriously trying to convey the message of 'Seth' this time.
"Stop looking at me like that. That is really stalker-ish." She said shivering again.
"It's about Seth." Ryan breathed, trying to be as silent as possible, listening for any movement in the house. He knew that Kirsten usually got up early to make coffee and Sandy was usually not too far behind to drink the coffee, making Kirsten have to make a second pot by the time he usually got up.
Allison smiled and made her way to the sliding glass door. "I won't tell the Cohen's about him getting drunk. It's our little secret." She laughed. "Oh and do you mind if I borrow one of your grey sweater shirts? Kirsten bought me some work out clothes, but they are like dry clean only. What is with that?"
Ryan shook it off. "Don't care. But it's not about Seth being drunk. It's about this morning." He followed Allison was she walked past the pool.
Allison's eyebrows went up. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw."
Allison's face went from confused to upset. "Eavesdropping is a really bad habit Ryan."
"I was not eavesdropping. I was overhearing." He replied defending himself. "Besides Seth is like almost 18. It's almost illegal and I'm not sure the Cohen's would be too pleased about it."
Allison rolled her eyes. "This coming from the guy who stole a car; a lecture on ethics."
Ryan frowned. "Must you throw that in my face every time Ally?"
"Yes."
"Well how long until you stop." He replied through his teeth. Allison really knew how to push his buttons sometimes.
Allison put her hands on her hips. "I don't know. How long until you stop butting into my life?" She turned and walked into the pool house, grabbing a clean, fresh sweat shirt off the couch.
Ryan stomped his way into the pool house and closed the door behind him in hopes of holding in their possible yells at each other. It was 5:30; people were still sleeping around here. "You came into mine and now your life is part of my business. So now my business includes every guy you kiss, date, whatever and your well being."
"I would have thought you would approve of Seth, Ryan. If you don't like him, maybe I'll just go find Luke, he seemed pretty lonely." She yell- whispered back at him.
Ryan stood in front of the door, blocking her way out. She couldn't leave if she wanted to. "I like Seth and all, but he is three years older than you." He calmly explained.
Allison gave Ryan a 'yeah right' look. "You and I both know that he doesn't have that much experience in girls."
"That . . . is very true." Ryan said actually considering what Allison had said. "But it would become very very very awkward if something between you happened around here."
Allison rolled her eyes again. "You think I don't know that? I'm not planning on doing anything to him." She said maneuvering herself past Ryan and out the door. She quickly slipped on the sleeves of Ryan's huge swear shirt and zipped it up slightly. "I just want to mess with his head, just a little."
Seth lied in his bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the last few moments in his brain. Stop. . . Rewind . . . Play . . . Stop . . . He kept coming back to this one thing Ally had said. He didn't kiss like the guys in Chino. Just the look in her eyes as she said that. It was like she was glad that he didn't. He wondered why. Allison wasn't the type to let a guy do whatever he wanted to her right? She was the only girl who actually had the guts to hit Luke. Sure he saw Summer hit Luke once or twice but never with a closed fist.
For once he wondered what Allison's past was like. Why did she have to learn how to punch a guy? Why did she look so relieved when she told him that? But the question that stood out in his mind was; why didn't she ever try to defend herself again Jed. He wasn't sure if he would ask her; he didn't know if he had the right to.
"Seth?" Ryan's quiet whisper immerged from behind his door. Seth decided to pretend to be asleep; that way he wouldn't get the third degree on why he was up so early. It wasn't like he could say; oh you know, kissing your little sister who you are very protective of. He could hear Ryan's socked feet making muffled thumps on his floor. "Seth, I know you're up."
Seth still played asleep moving slightly and making a sleepy grumble in response. He heard Ryan's footsteps leave his room. Seth shook his head and sat up. Thank God that was over.
"Caught you!" Ryan's head poked back into his room grinning. "You do realize you aren't good at pretending to be asleep."
Seth cursed under his breath. He laughed trying to hide the discomfort in his voice. "Yeah . . ."
Ryan nodded and sat in his computer chair. "Seth . . ." Seth looked at Ryan's face and stare, they were completely blank.
He swallowed nervously and plastered on a fake smile. "I'm ready for coffee. You?" Seth got up from his bed and ran down the steps noisily, in hopes of waking his parents up. If Ryan was going to kill him, he wanted witnesses.
Seth absent-mindedly rummaged through the cupboards. So he had never actually made coffee before, if couldn't be that hard. His mom could and she could mess up a sandwich. Ryan walked into the room and Seth immediately went for a knife.
"Whoa, dude. You don't need a knife to make coffee; you aren't carving the Thanksgiving Turkey here." Ryan joked taking the knife from his hands and placing it back into the drawer.
Seth laughed again. "Yeah . . . I thought the pods needed to be grounded."
Ryan's eyebrows went up. "Beans, not pods; besides, your parents buy pre- ground, not to mention you don't need a knife to grind coffee."
"How do you know this?" Seth replied shaking his head.
Ryan shrugged. "I worked in a coffee shop for about a week." He turned to the coffee maker and flipped the switch. "Besides you don't really need coffee, you're really jumpy already. You got something you want to tell me?"
"No." Seth's voice jumped three octaves. "Why . . ." Seth coughed a few times making his voice go back to normal. "Why would I have anything to say to you? I mean you are living here, it just I'm not hiding anything from you, and if I did I would tell you because you would understand if I did and you would listen to my whole story right? Even if it was something that you probably wouldn't like, right? Like because we're close and you wouldn't want to hurt me. Like even when you first came here you beat up a few guys when they were beating up me and you wouldn't want to hurt me, right? Like we have become close, almost brotherl . . ."
"Seth; stop!!!" Ryan said rubbing his forehead. "It's too early in the morning for you to be talking that fast."
Seth nodded swallowing, although the lump in his throat built up.
"Besides, you don't have to worry I already know."
Seth's eyes widened. "You already know . . . what exactly?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I saw, you idiot."
"Oh."
Ryan shrugged. "I'm not worried about you. You have enough women troubles. I'm worried about my sister."
"Hey Seth." Allison said as she walked into the kitchen after her morning run. Seth and Ryan sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal. She rolled her eyes at Ryan and unzipped the sweat shirt she was wearing.
Seth smiled awkwardly and his eyes fell upon the bowl of milk in front of him. "Allison."
Allison reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, murmuring about stupid name brands again. She looked over at him. "Is something wrong?"
Ryan glared at her.
Allison rolled her eyes again. "Good ol' Ryan; protecting me from myself. Oh, Ryan help me . . . I don't know what's good and evil." Allison said sarcastically, closing the fridge door and dramatically throwing a hand over her forehead and sliding down the cool silvery doors. "Seth's lips are poison and I don't think I will live much longer. Oh, please Ryan, the knight in tarnished armor, help little ol' confused me!"
Seth shrugged pouring more cereal into his bowl. "She's more sarcastic than me."
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A/N: Ok, I still have NO clue where I'm going with this so HELP!! I feel like Seth! I keep talking and just can't shut up!! Jk I LOVE Seth . . . He's cool and hott . . . *blushes*
REVIEW!! Please!!
~Toodles!
"I have to."
He turned. The voice that said that was Allison's but he wasn't quite sure where it came from, and it wasn't loud at all, it was like a whisper or something.
"Oh."
That was Seth. He could tell by Seth's voice that he was groggy and not quite sure what was going on. He quickly tip toed over to Seth's room, right across the hall and pushed the door open slightly more.
Ryan's eyes widened as he witnessed what was going on. He rubbed his eyes. They didn't just kiss. That was his innocent little sister and that was Seth, who had basically no experience when it came to girls and basically lucked out when a blond bombshell was dropped into his lap at Cotillion, even though he hadn't seen her at school yet; on that trip still.
He looked into the room. They were just talking really close. Yea, Allison was probably whispering something about his past; giving Seth something to hold over his head for like the rest of eternity, like that one time he accidentally blew up the science lab, well they never proved it wasn't an accident.
"Ryan is going to kill me."
He ran down the steps as quickly and quietly as possible. He wasn't the type to spy on people, but he knew that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. His sister just kissed his best friend; the closest thing he had ever had to a brother, well there was Trey, but well the whole jail thing, whatever. Or was it the other way around; Seth had been the one who said that he was going to kill him. Maybe Seth came onto Ally.
Gross. Ok, no offence to Seth, because he is a really nice guy, but he didn't think it was possible for Seth to come onto a girl, or even try to seduce one. That guy had no clue what he was doing. Usually he became a bumbling idiot around girls, especially around Summer and Anna. But Jesus, his sister!
Gross. Ok, no offence to Ally, because she was the sweetest girl ever and he loved her to death, but gross. Now he was sounding more and more like Summer. Allison was pretty and all, but Ryan just couldn't picture a guy, especially Seth with his sister. It wasn't like he expected Allison to become a nun or something, it was just that he was hoping she wouldn't like, like a guy until she was twenty-ish or he was away, where he didn't have to deal with it.
He popped out of his thoughts as he heard Allison's feet made muffled noises as she crept down the stairs. She tip toed toward the kitchen.
She quickly looked up. "Oh, hi Ryan." She smiled and continued to the door. "What are you doing up?"
He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, trying to convey the message that he knew. Oh, he knew. He waited for her response staring into her hazel eyes.
"Ryan, that's really creepy. Stop staring at me like that." She replied shivering; opening the fridge only to find dozens of glass water bottles. "Haven't they heard of plastic before? Water is water; I don't think we need a designer label."
Ok, so conveying that message wasn't going so well, but he definitely wasn't losing his touch, maybe it was just too early in the morning to do that. "Ally we need to talk."
She reached into the fridge and opened a bottle with ease. "Ok then, this doesn't sound good." She brought the bottle to her lips, but quickly set it on the counter. "I didn't go to that party if that's what you're thinking. You can ask Mr. . . . Sandy. We were talking until like eleven."
Ryan shook his head. "It's not about the party, although it's a good thing you didn't go." Ryan looked her in the eyes seriously trying to convey the message of 'Seth' this time.
"Stop looking at me like that. That is really stalker-ish." She said shivering again.
"It's about Seth." Ryan breathed, trying to be as silent as possible, listening for any movement in the house. He knew that Kirsten usually got up early to make coffee and Sandy was usually not too far behind to drink the coffee, making Kirsten have to make a second pot by the time he usually got up.
Allison smiled and made her way to the sliding glass door. "I won't tell the Cohen's about him getting drunk. It's our little secret." She laughed. "Oh and do you mind if I borrow one of your grey sweater shirts? Kirsten bought me some work out clothes, but they are like dry clean only. What is with that?"
Ryan shook it off. "Don't care. But it's not about Seth being drunk. It's about this morning." He followed Allison was she walked past the pool.
Allison's eyebrows went up. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw."
Allison's face went from confused to upset. "Eavesdropping is a really bad habit Ryan."
"I was not eavesdropping. I was overhearing." He replied defending himself. "Besides Seth is like almost 18. It's almost illegal and I'm not sure the Cohen's would be too pleased about it."
Allison rolled her eyes. "This coming from the guy who stole a car; a lecture on ethics."
Ryan frowned. "Must you throw that in my face every time Ally?"
"Yes."
"Well how long until you stop." He replied through his teeth. Allison really knew how to push his buttons sometimes.
Allison put her hands on her hips. "I don't know. How long until you stop butting into my life?" She turned and walked into the pool house, grabbing a clean, fresh sweat shirt off the couch.
Ryan stomped his way into the pool house and closed the door behind him in hopes of holding in their possible yells at each other. It was 5:30; people were still sleeping around here. "You came into mine and now your life is part of my business. So now my business includes every guy you kiss, date, whatever and your well being."
"I would have thought you would approve of Seth, Ryan. If you don't like him, maybe I'll just go find Luke, he seemed pretty lonely." She yell- whispered back at him.
Ryan stood in front of the door, blocking her way out. She couldn't leave if she wanted to. "I like Seth and all, but he is three years older than you." He calmly explained.
Allison gave Ryan a 'yeah right' look. "You and I both know that he doesn't have that much experience in girls."
"That . . . is very true." Ryan said actually considering what Allison had said. "But it would become very very very awkward if something between you happened around here."
Allison rolled her eyes again. "You think I don't know that? I'm not planning on doing anything to him." She said maneuvering herself past Ryan and out the door. She quickly slipped on the sleeves of Ryan's huge swear shirt and zipped it up slightly. "I just want to mess with his head, just a little."
Seth lied in his bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the last few moments in his brain. Stop. . . Rewind . . . Play . . . Stop . . . He kept coming back to this one thing Ally had said. He didn't kiss like the guys in Chino. Just the look in her eyes as she said that. It was like she was glad that he didn't. He wondered why. Allison wasn't the type to let a guy do whatever he wanted to her right? She was the only girl who actually had the guts to hit Luke. Sure he saw Summer hit Luke once or twice but never with a closed fist.
For once he wondered what Allison's past was like. Why did she have to learn how to punch a guy? Why did she look so relieved when she told him that? But the question that stood out in his mind was; why didn't she ever try to defend herself again Jed. He wasn't sure if he would ask her; he didn't know if he had the right to.
"Seth?" Ryan's quiet whisper immerged from behind his door. Seth decided to pretend to be asleep; that way he wouldn't get the third degree on why he was up so early. It wasn't like he could say; oh you know, kissing your little sister who you are very protective of. He could hear Ryan's socked feet making muffled thumps on his floor. "Seth, I know you're up."
Seth still played asleep moving slightly and making a sleepy grumble in response. He heard Ryan's footsteps leave his room. Seth shook his head and sat up. Thank God that was over.
"Caught you!" Ryan's head poked back into his room grinning. "You do realize you aren't good at pretending to be asleep."
Seth cursed under his breath. He laughed trying to hide the discomfort in his voice. "Yeah . . ."
Ryan nodded and sat in his computer chair. "Seth . . ." Seth looked at Ryan's face and stare, they were completely blank.
He swallowed nervously and plastered on a fake smile. "I'm ready for coffee. You?" Seth got up from his bed and ran down the steps noisily, in hopes of waking his parents up. If Ryan was going to kill him, he wanted witnesses.
Seth absent-mindedly rummaged through the cupboards. So he had never actually made coffee before, if couldn't be that hard. His mom could and she could mess up a sandwich. Ryan walked into the room and Seth immediately went for a knife.
"Whoa, dude. You don't need a knife to make coffee; you aren't carving the Thanksgiving Turkey here." Ryan joked taking the knife from his hands and placing it back into the drawer.
Seth laughed again. "Yeah . . . I thought the pods needed to be grounded."
Ryan's eyebrows went up. "Beans, not pods; besides, your parents buy pre- ground, not to mention you don't need a knife to grind coffee."
"How do you know this?" Seth replied shaking his head.
Ryan shrugged. "I worked in a coffee shop for about a week." He turned to the coffee maker and flipped the switch. "Besides you don't really need coffee, you're really jumpy already. You got something you want to tell me?"
"No." Seth's voice jumped three octaves. "Why . . ." Seth coughed a few times making his voice go back to normal. "Why would I have anything to say to you? I mean you are living here, it just I'm not hiding anything from you, and if I did I would tell you because you would understand if I did and you would listen to my whole story right? Even if it was something that you probably wouldn't like, right? Like because we're close and you wouldn't want to hurt me. Like even when you first came here you beat up a few guys when they were beating up me and you wouldn't want to hurt me, right? Like we have become close, almost brotherl . . ."
"Seth; stop!!!" Ryan said rubbing his forehead. "It's too early in the morning for you to be talking that fast."
Seth nodded swallowing, although the lump in his throat built up.
"Besides, you don't have to worry I already know."
Seth's eyes widened. "You already know . . . what exactly?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I saw, you idiot."
"Oh."
Ryan shrugged. "I'm not worried about you. You have enough women troubles. I'm worried about my sister."
"Hey Seth." Allison said as she walked into the kitchen after her morning run. Seth and Ryan sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal. She rolled her eyes at Ryan and unzipped the sweat shirt she was wearing.
Seth smiled awkwardly and his eyes fell upon the bowl of milk in front of him. "Allison."
Allison reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, murmuring about stupid name brands again. She looked over at him. "Is something wrong?"
Ryan glared at her.
Allison rolled her eyes again. "Good ol' Ryan; protecting me from myself. Oh, Ryan help me . . . I don't know what's good and evil." Allison said sarcastically, closing the fridge door and dramatically throwing a hand over her forehead and sliding down the cool silvery doors. "Seth's lips are poison and I don't think I will live much longer. Oh, please Ryan, the knight in tarnished armor, help little ol' confused me!"
Seth shrugged pouring more cereal into his bowl. "She's more sarcastic than me."
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A/N: Ok, I still have NO clue where I'm going with this so HELP!! I feel like Seth! I keep talking and just can't shut up!! Jk I LOVE Seth . . . He's cool and hott . . . *blushes*
REVIEW!! Please!!
~Toodles!