A/N: Back! Enjoy! Kinda short, but I'm sort of dead. Just want to tide you guys over until I have a spurt of inspiration. Suggestions/comments/paradoxes/dilemmas/flames/etc always welcome.

Disclaimer: Even if I did say I owned the OC, would you believe me? Don't sue, don't own it, you know the drill...

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"Um. What. Wait. What?" Ryan stammered out. A flash of Seth kissing him passed through his head, but for some reason it didn't make him feel as strange as he did before.

"You know, we're friends, right? How could you do that to me?" Seth said, collapsing on a stool and taking a swig of what looked like his mom's vodka.

"You think getting drunk will solve this, Seth?" Ryan reprimanded, reaching for the vodka, only to find himself drinking it as well.

"Yeah well, what else to do? It's a moot point, my friend. We might as well get drunk, play strip Playstation Two and forget the past." Seth said, grabbing the drink back and sipping it.

Ryan found himself smiling. "Alright. But not strip Playstation, that would be kind of creepy."

"I couldn't agree more."

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Ryan wasn't sure exactly how much Seth and he had drunk. He did remember, however, finishing the bottle of vodka, and starting to go through bottles of beer, wine, scotch, whisky. It was amazing how much alcohol was in the house. Ryan absently turned an empty bottle with his finger. Seth was lying on the floor, looking a little green.

Suddenly Ryan felt fingers on his shirt, and was half-aware of falling onto the carpet next to Seth, whose eyes looked freakishly glazed.

"Ryan? We're buddies, right? Pals? Friends? Amicae? Freunde? Amigos? Amis? Compadres?" He slurred, still holding onto the back of Ryan's shirt.

"Yeah man. Totally. Awesome. Wicked. Friends."

"Yeah, so why can't you just fucking accept that I'm in love with you?" Seth asked exasperatedly, unaware of what he was saying.

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes. Since forevvverr… hahaha. Its funny, isn't it? But you like girls, that's what Luke told me." Seth said, falling to his side on the floor, releasing Ryan from his death grip on his shirt.

"You told Luke?" The absolute strangeness of this situation was sobering Ryan up.

"Yeah, when I was in Portland. It sort of just, fell out, you know. But he was cool, you know, with the shoes on the feet and his dad… He was like; you gotta get over him, because Ryan likes girls only he's a macho macho man. Or something."

Just then Seth fell into a dead sleep.

Ryan sighed, and slid onto the couch, curling up with his back to his best friend. This was getting a little creepy.

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The blonde haired boy woke up with a splitting head ache, and painfully aware of two major things. One, Seth told him he loved him. Two, he had to get rid of these bottles before the Cohen's came home from Palm Springs tonight.

He leapt up, avoiding Seth's still-sleeping body, and grabbed as many bottles as he could, carrying them into the kitchen and throwing them into the green recycling bin that was used to a small extent. He poured them in, thankful that today was garbage day and they had road-side pickup for recyclables. Hopefully he wasn't too late.

With the green bin overflowing, Ryan made his way out to the curb, and threw them down beside the trash cans. The sun was just creeping up, the light stretching out across the asphalt. Ryan smiled for a moment, blissful from the beauty, then returned to the house, to fall down on the nearest soft object and go back to sleep.

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What seemed like only seconds after he fell asleep, Ryan felt someone shaking him awake violently. Without opening his eyes, Ryan shoved them away with all his might, and buried his face further in the pillow. The person didn't relent, and slowly Ryan opened his eyes, to see Seth peering over him. Without a greeting, Seth started in.

"Man, I am so sorry about that. When we were drunk. I didn't mean it. Well I did, but we can just forget it, you know. You aren't… like that. I don't know if I am but I know it would be better if you forgot it." Ryan sat up, sensing the panic in his friend's voice.

"Seth, you're a really… interesting… person. Everything you say just adds to your… uniqueness." He said quietly. "But you know, if I was going to date a guy, it would be you. In the least strange way I can say that."

Seth laughed, and smiled. "Okay. We're cool?" Ryan nodded. Seth stood to walk away, but then Ryan caught his arm, and pulled him back. Seth looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He obviously was just as confused as Ryan.

"Seth. I can't… I don't…" He began in a quiet voice. Seth nodded. He understood. Ryan understood. However, their bodies didn't seem to understand as they became closer, and their lips met, carefully, suspiciously.

Seth found himself lying on top of Ryan, exploring the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Suddenly the door burst open, Kirstin and Sandy laughing and swaying, dragging their bags and calling out.

"Seth! Ryan! We got home early from… Oh my god." Kirstin's voice rang out as she stood frozen on the stairs. Ryan leapt up, knocking Seth to the floor. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead closed it, smiled nervously, and edged out of the room.

Seth stood up, massaging his temples, and he did speak. "Okay, mother, father, I'm not going to even talk about this. My manager told me not to give any interviews, and I don't want any press on this, so you'll just have to make due with your imaginations. Not too imaginative, though, you dirty minxes." With that, he also abandoned the room, heading up to his own.

Kirstin and Sandy stood in silence for a long time.

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A/N: hahahahahahaha… you know, when I was writing this, I was thinking: who should catch Ryan and Seth snogging for England? Summer? Marissa? Julie Cooper? Nearly Dead Caleb? Speaking of which, I really should add him in somewhere, I love that dude. So I thought, nothing more embarrassing than your parents catching you making out. Especially when it's another guy. And also, your adopted brother. Fun fun fun. And now I have to figure out what the hell to make Kirstin and Sandy think, how to mortify Ryan more, and also, how to incorporate Caleb, the coolest dude of all time, except for Dan from One Tree Hill, who is simply the pinnacle of evil.  So as Grady Bridges so poetically put it, Latro!