Seth is also, however, a geek.

They’ve managed to find all the janitor’s and supply closets on the first floor by the end of September.

Summer fucks Zach for the first time three days after Seth leaves, at one of Sela’s lame fuck-a-stranger-in-the-dark parties – they’re more like “pretend the person you’re fucking isn’t someone you’ve probably know all your life” parties, a retarded excu

Surprise. When Ryan was fifteen he didn’t think farther than making it to sixteen and then eighteen and then maybe free. Even at eighteen, he hadn’t made up his mind that everything would be okay. So it’s a surprise now, every morning. When Ryan comes hom

Ryan leaned his head against the window. “Tell me why we’re here again?” “Because Marissa and Luke are being all love-dovey again? Because Summer hasn’t spoken to me, you, or Anna in almost a year? Because my parents gave you a non-refundable ticket for C

Like the superhero he knew he could be, Seth Cohen sat on his bed and chewed on his fingernails and avoided everyone. He told himself that it was okay that he wasn’t reading the comic on his lap, because he was thinking about Summer and Anna and solutions

Seth had once told Ryan that insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt went along with being a Cohen. He hadn’t mentioned that the ability to humiliate oneself in new and exciting ways was part of that, too.

He’s laying on the bed listening to—she’s expecting Journey, but it’s Dido.

In which Summer plays poker, Ryan watches and Lindsay is barely mentioned.

“Fine. If it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?” Seth took Captain Oats away from her. “And stop corrupting Captain Oats. He’s like Hidalgo—he has no need for your human charms.”

You are whoever they want you to be. AU hookerfic. Glee!

Another Newport party. If you’d asked him a year ago if he’d be sick of parties in Newport, he’d have laughed. Newport might as well have been Mars, or at least New York for all the chance he’d have had to party there.

Four things that never happened to Ryan Atwood

There are just times when everyone has to stop running.

Like the superhero he knew he could be, Seth Cohen sat on his bed and chewed on his fingernails and avoided everyone.

Ryan was beginning to think that he’d made a mistake. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, after the royal disaster of random roommate assignments their freshman year, (“Dude, I’m pretty sure my roommate wants to kill me,” Seth had said more than o

Seth isn’t much like that guy, the one with the wife and the memoirs. For one thing, Seth’s pretty much figured by now that it just isn’t in the cards for him to be a librarian.

The first time Seth saw Ryan, he wasn’t expecting to feel sorry him. Scared of him, maybe. But Ryan didn’t look anything like a car thief from Chino. He looked lost, and a little scared, and, typically, before he knew what was coming out of his mouth Seth

There is a history behind everything.

“You’d think after three years of living together and four years of college, they would at least be a little curious. I mean everybody’s curious, right? Look at Tom Cruise, the man still won’t come out the closet, and people are curious about that