(Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews I've been getting! I've also recieved some e-mails, and people want to know who will win. To be completely honest, I'm not sure who's going to achieve the 2 points, but perhaps you can tell me who you think should win in your reviews!)
So they were off to the hockey game. Well, to pick Summer and Marissa up, then to the game. Seth was behind the wheel of his mother's gigantic SUV (it's purpose in a place like Newport is still unknown), glanced nervously at Ryan from time to time.
Ryan finally caught Seth's gaze with one of those well-practiced 'looks'. "What?" he asked, sounding just slightly pissed off.
"How mad are you exactly?" Seth asked, returning his gaze to the road.
Ryan didn't say anything. It seemed it would be up to Seth to do the talking. Again.
"Man, I'm sorry, but Summer made me take her."
Pause.
"Okay, so she used the puppy eyes and I caved. And then she said she'd invite Marissa, and I was all blown away, and-"
"Seth, shut up. You're rambling."
Seth took Ryan's speaking as a good sign. "Whatver, it'll be fine. Marissa doesn't even have to sit near you."
Ryan resumed his scilence.
They car pulled up at Summer's house, and she was eagerly waiting their approach. Summer had never been to a hockey game before. She dragged Marissa out to the car, both of them dressed 'casual-chic'. The pair climbed into the car, bringing their perfume and giggles with them. Seth looked in the rearview mirror and made an anxious but polite 'hello'.
"Oh my God, I'm really excited!" Summer squealed. "I read all about hockey on the internet last night" she told Seth proudly.
"That's great, Sum" Seth answered. He was still not too excited about going to a hockey game, and was also a little nervous that Ryan would cause him bodily harm if he thought Seth was happy about having the girls here. Which he wasn't.
Okay, maybe he was, but why did it matter? Sure, things were a little akward between Ryan and Marissa, but they had to get overthemselves sometime. Friendly outings was the best route. Ryan would thank him someday.
Summer proceeded to immediate pouting when her joyous nature was overrun by Seth. Crossing her arms over her chest she leaned back in the seat, occaisionally throwing mental daggers at the back of Seth's head.
Marissa could feel the tension. Why had she agreed to come to this? Because Ryan was going to be there. No matter how akward it would be, Marissa loved spending time with him. Even if the feeling wasn't mutual. Which it didn't seem to be. SO she quietly leaned back into her seat, making no attempt at conversation because she would probably be carrying it on by herself. Or with Seth.
And such the car ride to LA passed, Summer & Marissa pouting in the back seat, Ryan & Seth moping in the front. They battled for a parking space in the crowded stadium lot, and eventually found one around the back, near their own entrance gate.
"Good thing my dad made us leave early, hey?" Seth tried, breaking the scilence. His efforts were rewarded by nods from Ryan & Marissa, and stinging scilence from his girlfriend. Fun fun.
The posse slowly made their way into the building, dodging avid fans, mostly wearing Kings jerseys, but a few die-hards sported Canucks sweaters. None of the kids was too willing to go inside, because they knew that in their seats they'd be subjected again to uncomfortable scilence, only this time they'd be sitting beside each other. Seth handed the tickets to the Host at the door, and the four of them were ushered inside.
Sandy Cohen had managed to get some nice tickets. Centre ice, 6 rows up... not bad at all!
"I have to go to the bathroom" Summer announced suddenly, taking Marissa by the hand. Without bothering to say anything else to Seth, she dragged Marissa off in search of the facilities, where she would no doubt bitch about Seth 'being mean to her'.
Seth watched her go, a look of surprise and shock on his face. What had he done now? Shaking his head, he and a silent and broody Ryan made their way to their seats. The girls could find them later.
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"Oh My God, Coop! What the hell is wrong with Cohen!"
"I don't know..." Marissa answered, leaning over the sink to examine her make-up in the mirror. She didn't really care about Summer's issues with Seth right now. She knew Ryan didn't want her here. Maybe she should just go home...
"Coop! How about a little help here!"
Marissa sighed. "I think he's just nervous. Because Ryan's mad. Because I'm here." Marissa was quickly sinking into her whiny, self-posessed state of mind.
Summer frowned. "Well he doesn't have to be such an ass."
The two females were now somewhat divided, and both dug frantically in their purses for some sign of lip gloss or concealer.
So they were off to the hockey game. Well, to pick Summer and Marissa up, then to the game. Seth was behind the wheel of his mother's gigantic SUV (it's purpose in a place like Newport is still unknown), glanced nervously at Ryan from time to time.
Ryan finally caught Seth's gaze with one of those well-practiced 'looks'. "What?" he asked, sounding just slightly pissed off.
"How mad are you exactly?" Seth asked, returning his gaze to the road.
Ryan didn't say anything. It seemed it would be up to Seth to do the talking. Again.
"Man, I'm sorry, but Summer made me take her."
Pause.
"Okay, so she used the puppy eyes and I caved. And then she said she'd invite Marissa, and I was all blown away, and-"
"Seth, shut up. You're rambling."
Seth took Ryan's speaking as a good sign. "Whatver, it'll be fine. Marissa doesn't even have to sit near you."
Ryan resumed his scilence.
They car pulled up at Summer's house, and she was eagerly waiting their approach. Summer had never been to a hockey game before. She dragged Marissa out to the car, both of them dressed 'casual-chic'. The pair climbed into the car, bringing their perfume and giggles with them. Seth looked in the rearview mirror and made an anxious but polite 'hello'.
"Oh my God, I'm really excited!" Summer squealed. "I read all about hockey on the internet last night" she told Seth proudly.
"That's great, Sum" Seth answered. He was still not too excited about going to a hockey game, and was also a little nervous that Ryan would cause him bodily harm if he thought Seth was happy about having the girls here. Which he wasn't.
Okay, maybe he was, but why did it matter? Sure, things were a little akward between Ryan and Marissa, but they had to get overthemselves sometime. Friendly outings was the best route. Ryan would thank him someday.
Summer proceeded to immediate pouting when her joyous nature was overrun by Seth. Crossing her arms over her chest she leaned back in the seat, occaisionally throwing mental daggers at the back of Seth's head.
Marissa could feel the tension. Why had she agreed to come to this? Because Ryan was going to be there. No matter how akward it would be, Marissa loved spending time with him. Even if the feeling wasn't mutual. Which it didn't seem to be. SO she quietly leaned back into her seat, making no attempt at conversation because she would probably be carrying it on by herself. Or with Seth.
And such the car ride to LA passed, Summer & Marissa pouting in the back seat, Ryan & Seth moping in the front. They battled for a parking space in the crowded stadium lot, and eventually found one around the back, near their own entrance gate.
"Good thing my dad made us leave early, hey?" Seth tried, breaking the scilence. His efforts were rewarded by nods from Ryan & Marissa, and stinging scilence from his girlfriend. Fun fun.
The posse slowly made their way into the building, dodging avid fans, mostly wearing Kings jerseys, but a few die-hards sported Canucks sweaters. None of the kids was too willing to go inside, because they knew that in their seats they'd be subjected again to uncomfortable scilence, only this time they'd be sitting beside each other. Seth handed the tickets to the Host at the door, and the four of them were ushered inside.
Sandy Cohen had managed to get some nice tickets. Centre ice, 6 rows up... not bad at all!
"I have to go to the bathroom" Summer announced suddenly, taking Marissa by the hand. Without bothering to say anything else to Seth, she dragged Marissa off in search of the facilities, where she would no doubt bitch about Seth 'being mean to her'.
Seth watched her go, a look of surprise and shock on his face. What had he done now? Shaking his head, he and a silent and broody Ryan made their way to their seats. The girls could find them later.
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"Oh My God, Coop! What the hell is wrong with Cohen!"
"I don't know..." Marissa answered, leaning over the sink to examine her make-up in the mirror. She didn't really care about Summer's issues with Seth right now. She knew Ryan didn't want her here. Maybe she should just go home...
"Coop! How about a little help here!"
Marissa sighed. "I think he's just nervous. Because Ryan's mad. Because I'm here." Marissa was quickly sinking into her whiny, self-posessed state of mind.
Summer frowned. "Well he doesn't have to be such an ass."
The two females were now somewhat divided, and both dug frantically in their purses for some sign of lip gloss or concealer.
