Our Afternoon
Disclaimer: Don't own The OC...why do I even write that?
A/N: I think Ryan and Summer have a relationship worth exploring through fan fiction, but I decided not to make a Ryan/Summer love fic. So here it is, probably one of the first, if not the first, Ryan/Summer friendship fic. Enjoy!
Ryan never liked Sundays. Saturdays were good, but on a Sunday you had nothing to do and school kept tapping at your brain, not letting you have any fun.
Sitting in the pool house alone didn't make this one anymore enjoyable. Seth was out with Kirsten shopping. Poor guy, Ryan knew he hated shopping. Hearing Luke scream at a video game was a little too much for him right now. And hanging out with Marissa? Too weird, he'd already given that a try. Who else was left?
Banging on the glass door. "Chino! Hello?"
Ah, Summer. Why didn't he think of her to hang out with? They weren't that close but they got along.
"Chino! Open the damn door before I break the glass and kick your well- built ass!" she screamed.
Ah, that's why. Ryan got up and opened the door. "God, how long did that take?" she asked, "Can I come in?"
Ryan nodded. "You're a man of few words, Atwood," she said, plopping down on his bed and falling backwards purposely.
Ryan chuckled. "You sound like Seth," he said.
"Yeah, well, he tends to rub off on me. I didn't mean that in a sexual way. Although, we have had sex, but you probably knew that. Cohen probably gave you a play-by-play, but it's better now. Oh my God, what am I saying? Ew! And now I'm rambling!" she exclaimed.
Ryan nodded, sitting down next to her. "You might not want to lay down like that with a skirt on," Ryan advised.
Summer blushed and sat up quickly. "Shut up! Where's Cohen anyway? I called his cell but it was off," she enquired.
"Shopping," Ryan replied.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Silence filled the air as they sat staring at the door. "I'm bored," she commented.
"Oh, was I supposed to entertain you? Sing a song? Do a dance?" Ryan asked with a smile.
"That'd be kind of hot, actually," she joked.
"I should get going. Maybe Coop's home," Summer sighed, getting up to leave.
"Wait!" Ryan yelped, "Do you want to, I don't know, hang out? We've got, uh, video games. Mario Kart, Madden 2004, some weird pirate one Seth won't stop playing," he suggested. Why would Summer want to hang out? Since when were they friends?
Summer turned around. She shrugged. "To be honest, you're probably more fun then hearing Coop complain about whatever's irking her this week and watching old Friends episodes or 'Say Anything'. It's her, like, favorite 80's movie. She hates 'The Goonies', and I don't know why. I'm really happy Seth likes it, too," she confessed.
Ryan smiled and they walked their way into the house. Ryan turned on the Play Station 2. "Ryan?" Summer asked, "We're, like, friends, right?"
Ryan nodded. "Oddly enough, yeah," he replied.
"Good. Because you seem like fun," she told him innocently.
Disclaimer: Don't own The OC...why do I even write that?
A/N: I think Ryan and Summer have a relationship worth exploring through fan fiction, but I decided not to make a Ryan/Summer love fic. So here it is, probably one of the first, if not the first, Ryan/Summer friendship fic. Enjoy!
Ryan never liked Sundays. Saturdays were good, but on a Sunday you had nothing to do and school kept tapping at your brain, not letting you have any fun.
Sitting in the pool house alone didn't make this one anymore enjoyable. Seth was out with Kirsten shopping. Poor guy, Ryan knew he hated shopping. Hearing Luke scream at a video game was a little too much for him right now. And hanging out with Marissa? Too weird, he'd already given that a try. Who else was left?
Banging on the glass door. "Chino! Hello?"
Ah, Summer. Why didn't he think of her to hang out with? They weren't that close but they got along.
"Chino! Open the damn door before I break the glass and kick your well- built ass!" she screamed.
Ah, that's why. Ryan got up and opened the door. "God, how long did that take?" she asked, "Can I come in?"
Ryan nodded. "You're a man of few words, Atwood," she said, plopping down on his bed and falling backwards purposely.
Ryan chuckled. "You sound like Seth," he said.
"Yeah, well, he tends to rub off on me. I didn't mean that in a sexual way. Although, we have had sex, but you probably knew that. Cohen probably gave you a play-by-play, but it's better now. Oh my God, what am I saying? Ew! And now I'm rambling!" she exclaimed.
Ryan nodded, sitting down next to her. "You might not want to lay down like that with a skirt on," Ryan advised.
Summer blushed and sat up quickly. "Shut up! Where's Cohen anyway? I called his cell but it was off," she enquired.
"Shopping," Ryan replied.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Silence filled the air as they sat staring at the door. "I'm bored," she commented.
"Oh, was I supposed to entertain you? Sing a song? Do a dance?" Ryan asked with a smile.
"That'd be kind of hot, actually," she joked.
"I should get going. Maybe Coop's home," Summer sighed, getting up to leave.
"Wait!" Ryan yelped, "Do you want to, I don't know, hang out? We've got, uh, video games. Mario Kart, Madden 2004, some weird pirate one Seth won't stop playing," he suggested. Why would Summer want to hang out? Since when were they friends?
Summer turned around. She shrugged. "To be honest, you're probably more fun then hearing Coop complain about whatever's irking her this week and watching old Friends episodes or 'Say Anything'. It's her, like, favorite 80's movie. She hates 'The Goonies', and I don't know why. I'm really happy Seth likes it, too," she confessed.
Ryan smiled and they walked their way into the house. Ryan turned on the Play Station 2. "Ryan?" Summer asked, "We're, like, friends, right?"
Ryan nodded. "Oddly enough, yeah," he replied.
"Good. Because you seem like fun," she told him innocently.