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"Hey" Seth entered the poolhouse and plopped down on the bed next to Ryan, who was trying to read a book for school.
"Seth" Ryan, kind of nodded, not daring to look up. If he did, Seth might see that as in invitation for a conversation. Plus, Ryan needed to read one more chapter before he went to sleep. English wasn't his best subject.
"Ryan?" Seth stared at the top of his head hitting his feet together constently, making a plop noise every other second.
"What." He marked the page in his book and threw it on the ground. What had Ryan been thinking, being in the same room as Seth, meant a conversation. It was just the way he was. Ryan looked at him and crossed his arms over his chest, getting up and pacing back and forth around the poolhouse.
"Stop pacing, it's hard to consentrate. Plus, you make me queasy." Seth mumbled to Ryan, who gave him a scary look. "Okay, pace all you want, but if I puke-" He was cute off by another glare and went on with a new topic. "You see, the thing is, Summer kissed me and I don't know if we are make-out buddies, or if it was just a spurr of the moment thing? Oh or she felt nothing and now we can never be together. Ryan! I felt Something, bid, fireworks going off in my head. Alarms went off, bells dinged!" He waved his arm around wildly, gesturing as to how great the brief kiss had been.
Ryan sat across from him in a chair. "So, I bet she felt it too." He mumbled in almost a whisper as he looked at Seth.
"Maybe." Seth smiled happily. "Or maybe she felt nothing!" he put his head in his hands and wimpered like a child who couldn't get a lollipop that he desperatly wanted.
"Just talk to her about it." Ryan told him with ease, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He looked at the book that lay on the ground, he desperatly needed to read some more of it. A quiz was scheduled for tomorrow. Living with Seth wasn't good at times like these.
"That's great, great advice…coming from you! Yo hardly speak two words a day, sometimes I think you never learned to speak!" it was now Seth's turn to get up and pace back and forth around the room as he continued. "All you do is brood all day and think about things! What do you think about anyway? Huh? Huh?" Seth got into Ryan's face and raised his eyebrows at him.
"Stuff" Ryan pushed Seth away gently and looked at him. Ryan could convey so much with a look. Words were not his friends, but it was okay. All he needed to do was look at you and you it was his half of the discussion.
"Okay, that's great. But what if I'm talking and I get all mummbly and nervous and words aren't coming out into sentences right and Summer's looking at me with her beautiful eyes!" He exclaimed in his usual dramatic fashion.
"Um, kiss her." Ryan replyed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Seth immediately stopped pacing and sat down at the end of Ryan's bed. A smile began to form on his face and he thought he had seen the light.
"Kiss her. Ryan! That's brilliant. Why didn't I think of that?" Seth gasped in pure happiness. He clapped his hands together quickly in joy and smiled widly. "May I ask you a question?" He know questioned Ryan. It was partly because he didn't want the conversation to end, but mostly because he was curious, as usual.
"Why not." Ryan was reluctlant. But, he knew Seth wouldn't leave until he felt like they had, had a good discussion. So he sat up and waited for Seth to continue. He seemed hesitate, like he couldn't quite find the words.
"How come, you don't talk about Lizzie at dinner? I mean, I haven't heard you mention her, in about3 weeks. But, you seem to find a why to bring Marissa up everyday?" A confused look now occupied his face. He sat up as well, worried about Ryan's reaction to the sore subject of the girl next door.
Ryan quickly sat back in the chair at the mention of Marissa's name and looked away from Seth. He blinked several times as he twiddled with his thumbs. His mouth was closed and it seemed that he wasn't ready to speak. Seth let them sit in silence for a while, but then he couldn't take it anymore.
"Did you hear me? It's just, Marissa works her way into your vocabulary, a lot." Seth offered a little help. He desperatly became eager to hear Ryan's answer.
Ryan's head stayed turned as he finally began to speak. "I don't know. It just happens that way." He didn't dare look at Seth, because he was lying, he knew it happened and he knew why, or liked to think he did anyway.
"Liar! Ryan, why even try everyone knows you suck at that by now." Seth protested. He seemed to exceed as Ryan sat up in the chair and looked him in the eye.
"Get out now" He ordered pointing to the door. "I have to study for an english test." Ryb began to push a reluctant Seth outside the poolhouse and then locked the door so he couldn't re-enter. Then, he grabbed his book and looked at it. He wasn't reading, he was thinking. Why didn't he talk about Lizzie? That was a mystery, even to himself. But Marissa? She was beautiful and smart and could always make him smile. She was a good friend to him and he loved her.
A smile crept on his face slowly, until he realized where his thought's had gone. Like a friend, he tried to convince himself. He loved Marissa in a friendly way. He succeed. Ryan thought he was lucky Seth wasn't there. Because Seth would have seen right through his cover. Ryan continued to say it over and over in his mind like a broken record. Finally he had kind of convinced himself that, that was the truth.