This is why I call it hack writing.
Jun. 30th, 2004 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveTesting, testing, 1,2,3.
Yeah, don't you wish that was the name of the next book? Even money says the Half-Blood Prince is Hagrid or Grawp, but wouldn't it be FABulous if the boy turned out to be Voldemort's illegitimate son by, um, Narcissa or somebody? He'd be really pretty too. It's so gay! They actually said that (it's so gay!) on the radio this morning about the fake title that had been going around about Harry Potter and the Phallic Symbol of something I Don't Recall Now. Obviously I laughed myself stupid.
I have nothing full-blown to write about, so instead I'm just scratching out some ideas.
The O.C
Post Script
It's raining the day that he comes home. Except it never rains in Southern California, and Seth almost drowns on his catamaran 10 meters from Newport Beach. The sky’s perfectly blue and cloud-free until he pulls into the harbor, and then it pisses down all over his head.
Maybe it’s raining just for him.
Maybe the rain’s just part of the weirdness of the day, because when Seth pulls into the dock Ryan’s waiting alongside his mom and dad, and Seth doesn’t know who to go to first. So rather than offending everyone, or worse doing something stupid like crying, Seth jams his fists into the pockets of his jacket and lets his mother and father come to him instead.
*
He spends almost an hour in the bathroom, not washing, but sitting on the floor of the shower and letting the hot water rush over him. He wants to be clean; he wants everything to slide down the drain. If he could he would scrub off Summer's hurt and Anna's tears, and the way he didn't even say goodbye when Ryan left.
By the time Seth comes out, Ryan's gone off to bed -- but his parents are still up and waiting.
*
He doesn't know what to say about the baby. He actually contemplates going out to the poolhouse and waking Ryan to apologize, he thinks better of it when he sees the tears in his mom's eyes.
*
Ryan's hair is sticking up on one side when he comes into the house for breakfast, and the tendons in Seth's hands seize up with his effort not to reach out and touch him. There are so many things Seth wants to say, but the golf ball in his throat won't let him, and instead he keeps his head down and silently passes Ryan the box of cereal. When Ryan brushes by him, Seth's head almost snaps off his neck with the effort not to call out Ryan's name.
He lasts thirty-seven minutes and eighteen seconds.
*
Ryan's hair is wet and his eyelashes are stuck together when he emerges from the shower. He moves around the guesthouse as though Seth's not sitting on the edge of his bed, watching his every breath.
Nothing hurts Seth more than Ryan pretending he's not there, which is probably why Ryan’s always been so effective with the Silent Treatment; but Seth never meant to hurt him, he's just never been that good with saying 'goodbye' to someone he loves.
"I had a goodbye letter for you, too," he begins as Ryan pulls on a generic white tee shirt. The shirt sticks where he didn't fully dry off.
Ryan pauses only fractionally in his ministrations, and Seth licks his lips as Ryan resumes getting dressed without acknowledging him. Seth's eyes track Ryan's movements from his dresser to the hamper, and Ryan doesn't even blink when he reaches around Seth to grab his wallet from his nightstand.
"It said I love you," Seth blurts out as Ryan pulls back. "The letter, it said that, um, that thing that I just said."
Ryan’s only response is to drop his wallet and step back, but Seth follows.
"It said 'please stay'," he amends under Ryan's cautious gaze. “It said ‘I love you and please don’t leave me, again’.”
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Yeah, don't you wish that was the name of the next book? Even money says the Half-Blood Prince is Hagrid or Grawp, but wouldn't it be FABulous if the boy turned out to be Voldemort's illegitimate son by, um, Narcissa or somebody? He'd be really pretty too. It's so gay! They actually said that (it's so gay!) on the radio this morning about the fake title that had been going around about Harry Potter and the Phallic Symbol of something I Don't Recall Now. Obviously I laughed myself stupid.
I have nothing full-blown to write about, so instead I'm just scratching out some ideas.
The O.C
Post Script
It's raining the day that he comes home. Except it never rains in Southern California, and Seth almost drowns on his catamaran 10 meters from Newport Beach. The sky’s perfectly blue and cloud-free until he pulls into the harbor, and then it pisses down all over his head.
Maybe it’s raining just for him.
Maybe the rain’s just part of the weirdness of the day, because when Seth pulls into the dock Ryan’s waiting alongside his mom and dad, and Seth doesn’t know who to go to first. So rather than offending everyone, or worse doing something stupid like crying, Seth jams his fists into the pockets of his jacket and lets his mother and father come to him instead.
He spends almost an hour in the bathroom, not washing, but sitting on the floor of the shower and letting the hot water rush over him. He wants to be clean; he wants everything to slide down the drain. If he could he would scrub off Summer's hurt and Anna's tears, and the way he didn't even say goodbye when Ryan left.
By the time Seth comes out, Ryan's gone off to bed -- but his parents are still up and waiting.
He doesn't know what to say about the baby. He actually contemplates going out to the poolhouse and waking Ryan to apologize, he thinks better of it when he sees the tears in his mom's eyes.
Ryan's hair is sticking up on one side when he comes into the house for breakfast, and the tendons in Seth's hands seize up with his effort not to reach out and touch him. There are so many things Seth wants to say, but the golf ball in his throat won't let him, and instead he keeps his head down and silently passes Ryan the box of cereal. When Ryan brushes by him, Seth's head almost snaps off his neck with the effort not to call out Ryan's name.
He lasts thirty-seven minutes and eighteen seconds.
Ryan's hair is wet and his eyelashes are stuck together when he emerges from the shower. He moves around the guesthouse as though Seth's not sitting on the edge of his bed, watching his every breath.
Nothing hurts Seth more than Ryan pretending he's not there, which is probably why Ryan’s always been so effective with the Silent Treatment; but Seth never meant to hurt him, he's just never been that good with saying 'goodbye' to someone he loves.
"I had a goodbye letter for you, too," he begins as Ryan pulls on a generic white tee shirt. The shirt sticks where he didn't fully dry off.
Ryan pauses only fractionally in his ministrations, and Seth licks his lips as Ryan resumes getting dressed without acknowledging him. Seth's eyes track Ryan's movements from his dresser to the hamper, and Ryan doesn't even blink when he reaches around Seth to grab his wallet from his nightstand.
"It said I love you," Seth blurts out as Ryan pulls back. "The letter, it said that, um, that thing that I just said."
Ryan’s only response is to drop his wallet and step back, but Seth follows.
"It said 'please stay'," he amends under Ryan's cautious gaze. “It said ‘I love you and please don’t leave me, again’.”
-end-
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Date: 2004-06-30 05:30 pm (UTC)*giggles a LOT*
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Date: 2004-06-30 04:41 pm (UTC)And now I ache, damn it!
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Date: 2004-06-30 04:54 pm (UTC)Wah.
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:48 am (UTC)Somehow, you're not convincing me on that. Which means you should write it anyway.
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Date: 2004-06-30 05:06 pm (UTC)Awww. I just... can't say anything more coherent than that, really. I love how Ryan is so controlled and cautious, while Seth really doesn't know how to filter anything he says, and knows, down to the number of seconds, how long it takes him to speak to Ryan.
This fic just brightened my hitherto sucky day. Thank you.
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-30 06:11 pm (UTC)"It said 'please stay'," he amends under Ryan's cautious gaze. “It said ‘I love you and please don’t leave me, again’.”
*cries* *loves*
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:05 am (UTC)For the itchiness.
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Date: 2004-06-30 08:40 pm (UTC)Ah!!!!!
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Date: 2004-06-30 10:06 pm (UTC)turin brakes 4eva.
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Date: 2004-07-01 05:24 pm (UTC)Josh said that was coming in season three. He promised!
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Date: 2004-07-02 10:23 am (UTC)Also, your icon? So, so true. And that's why we love him, of course.
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Date: 2004-07-02 08:06 am (UTC)And, oh god, HP. -.-