Summary: He remembered the other words Seth’s aunt had said, “You know what they say, the way your spend New Years Eve is the way you’ll spend the rest of the year.”
Warnings: Spoilers if you haven’t seen the First Season (which is barely anyone)
A/N: This is a pretty short piece I wrote while watching the actual episode. This is also my first attempt at a “the O.C” fandom fic.
“Everyone’s pairing off. Three, two, one… who’s she gonna kiss?” The words hat brought Ryan to the party he was now sitting in the corner of were rolling over in over in his mind. Seth, more merry than usual was sitting next to him rambling about some comic book he had never been able to finish. Marisa was no where to be found so Ryan’s rescue mission had gone off course. The muted television set was showing the sparkling ball as a countdown clock appeared in the corner of the television.
Ten, nine, eight… where the hell was Marisa and why wasn’t she in the living room like all the other drunk partygoers? And where the hell was this so-called “Oliver” guy?
Seven, six, five… Seth was staring at Ryan but Ryan didn’t dare face him head on, afraid of the pity he might see.
Four, three… Ryan ducked his head down into his hands. He remembered the other words Seth’s aunt had said, “You know what they say, the way your spend New Years Eve is the way you’ll spend the rest of the year.”
Two… where is she? Ryan felt soft hands gently lifted his head from his lap and cradling his cheeks. Ryan stared as Seth, a very somber and determined look on his face, neared closer and closer to Ryan. Ryan started to sweat as he felt the room increase temperature all the while making his heart race. The ball was falling and Seth’s lips were meeting Ryan’s and just as Ryan felt a shy tongue against his bottom lip, out of the corner of his eye, Marisa appeared,\; her jacket and purse in hand.