A Bond Chapter 3
Post-The Heartbreak
A/N: I'm trying to show Ryan's wit in this chapter, so if there are comments that seem very Un-Ryan, please forgive me. Pwease? =)
I woke up to a banging on the door. It had to be early, early for a Sunday, about 10:00. I forced myself out of bed. I was really exhausted from all the Marissa/Theresa happenings.
It was Seth. What a surprise. I opened the door. "Morning," I said groggily.
He looked bright and had a big-ass smile pasted on his face. I'm guessing he got some action from Summer, or really likes Sundays. "Hey! Can I come in?" he asked with a little bounce in his voice.
I nodded. "Man, it was a-maz-ing!" he yelped, plopping down on the chair.
I took my usual seat at the end of the bed. "Great," I said, trying to be enthusiastic.
"Yeah, we took it slow and...wow. Now I know what all the fuss is about, sex, sex, sex, right? But I never knew why it's 'sex, sex, sex'. But after my night of Summer, I know!" Seth rambled, bouncing like a 5-year-old on Halloween night.
I smiled. "Yea," I commented. Did I say yea? I definitely didn't get enough sleep.
Seth seemed to have gotten bored of yapping about his sex life, which, to be honest, I was happy about. Summer? Hot. Seth? Not exactly.
"So, you and Theresa...was there anything going on last night? After hours lovin'? Valentine's Day kisses?" he asked, in his best Barry White voice. Real smooth.
The thing I wasn't happy about was that it was time for Seth to ask questions, a lot of questions.
I shrugged. "We talked," I answered. By the expression on Seth's face I could tell he'd wanted me to get in, well, Seth-mode.
"Ryan, really? To be honest, Theresa's hot, you guys have known each other for a pretty long time, it was Valentine's Day, and there was no love? Not even a good-night-kiss?" Seth asked curiously.
And, well, he had a good point. But I just prevented myself from doing anything. Maybe I was still healing the wounds Marissa had left me with. I guess she'd really scarred me in a way. "I don't know. I'm still getting over...and I didn't wanna rush it with Theresa. Why screw something else up?" I explained.
Seth nodded. Wow, a nod and not a word. I had to be rubbing off on him. "Anything else happen last night?" he asked.
I sighed. Marissa's hurt face from last night flashed in my mind. I didn't want to hurt her. But I had to let her know that she couldn't take back her mistakes. I know I sure as hell couldn't. "Marissa came here, asked me to forgive her, I said no, she left. It was sort of ugly," I summarized.
"Tears?" he asked
"Looked like they were about to overflow," I said, hanging my head.
"Ooh!" Seth winced.
"Want breakfast? I can cook up a mean...cereal," Seth said, changing the subject.
I nodded and smiled, and we both got up together. It's good to have a friend.
Post-The Heartbreak
A/N: I'm trying to show Ryan's wit in this chapter, so if there are comments that seem very Un-Ryan, please forgive me. Pwease? =)
I woke up to a banging on the door. It had to be early, early for a Sunday, about 10:00. I forced myself out of bed. I was really exhausted from all the Marissa/Theresa happenings.
It was Seth. What a surprise. I opened the door. "Morning," I said groggily.
He looked bright and had a big-ass smile pasted on his face. I'm guessing he got some action from Summer, or really likes Sundays. "Hey! Can I come in?" he asked with a little bounce in his voice.
I nodded. "Man, it was a-maz-ing!" he yelped, plopping down on the chair.
I took my usual seat at the end of the bed. "Great," I said, trying to be enthusiastic.
"Yeah, we took it slow and...wow. Now I know what all the fuss is about, sex, sex, sex, right? But I never knew why it's 'sex, sex, sex'. But after my night of Summer, I know!" Seth rambled, bouncing like a 5-year-old on Halloween night.
I smiled. "Yea," I commented. Did I say yea? I definitely didn't get enough sleep.
Seth seemed to have gotten bored of yapping about his sex life, which, to be honest, I was happy about. Summer? Hot. Seth? Not exactly.
"So, you and Theresa...was there anything going on last night? After hours lovin'? Valentine's Day kisses?" he asked, in his best Barry White voice. Real smooth.
The thing I wasn't happy about was that it was time for Seth to ask questions, a lot of questions.
I shrugged. "We talked," I answered. By the expression on Seth's face I could tell he'd wanted me to get in, well, Seth-mode.
"Ryan, really? To be honest, Theresa's hot, you guys have known each other for a pretty long time, it was Valentine's Day, and there was no love? Not even a good-night-kiss?" Seth asked curiously.
And, well, he had a good point. But I just prevented myself from doing anything. Maybe I was still healing the wounds Marissa had left me with. I guess she'd really scarred me in a way. "I don't know. I'm still getting over...and I didn't wanna rush it with Theresa. Why screw something else up?" I explained.
Seth nodded. Wow, a nod and not a word. I had to be rubbing off on him. "Anything else happen last night?" he asked.
I sighed. Marissa's hurt face from last night flashed in my mind. I didn't want to hurt her. But I had to let her know that she couldn't take back her mistakes. I know I sure as hell couldn't. "Marissa came here, asked me to forgive her, I said no, she left. It was sort of ugly," I summarized.
"Tears?" he asked
"Looked like they were about to overflow," I said, hanging my head.
"Ooh!" Seth winced.
"Want breakfast? I can cook up a mean...cereal," Seth said, changing the subject.
I nodded and smiled, and we both got up together. It's good to have a friend.