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tampered2011-01-03 04:33 pm
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log; in progress
When; New Years Eve around midnight
Rating; PG?
Characters; Taylor Townsend and Ryan Atwood
Summary; Ryan and Taylor start the New Year out with a bang, and not with a whimper.
Log;
Summer and Seth had decided on a low key New Years Eve considering their last possibly pregnant pause. Taylor had tried to convince Ryan to celebrate New Years at the youth center's party she had heard to no avail. But, that hadn't stopped her. She was Taylor freaking Townsend. She could have fun without a man. In fact, she could ring in the New Year without a man. She didn't need a penis - Ryan's penis - she really needed to stop thinking about the word penis. Or, Ryan's lips.
No.
Because, she and Ryan were broken up. He made that perfectly clear without...making it perfectly clear. That had frustrated her the most. The fact that he hadn't brought up what transpired after the earthquake. If they had, she wanted the band-aid ripped off. It was only fair! But Ryan was quiet. Ryan was taciturn. He was a hot, hulking monosyllabic emotionally stunted freak of nature.
She had gone through the motions of the party, meeting people, having a little bite to eat and consuming champagne. If she were honest with herself, it was a lot of champagne. But, that was her right. She was single and she could do what she wanted to do.
To hell with Ryan!
Rating; PG?
Characters; Taylor Townsend and Ryan Atwood
Summary; Ryan and Taylor start the New Year out with a bang, and not with a whimper.
Log;
Summer and Seth had decided on a low key New Years Eve considering their last possibly pregnant pause. Taylor had tried to convince Ryan to celebrate New Years at the youth center's party she had heard to no avail. But, that hadn't stopped her. She was Taylor freaking Townsend. She could have fun without a man. In fact, she could ring in the New Year without a man. She didn't need a penis - Ryan's penis - she really needed to stop thinking about the word penis. Or, Ryan's lips.
No.
Because, she and Ryan were broken up. He made that perfectly clear without...making it perfectly clear. That had frustrated her the most. The fact that he hadn't brought up what transpired after the earthquake. If they had, she wanted the band-aid ripped off. It was only fair! But Ryan was quiet. Ryan was taciturn. He was a hot, hulking monosyllabic emotionally stunted freak of nature.
She had gone through the motions of the party, meeting people, having a little bite to eat and consuming champagne. If she were honest with herself, it was a lot of champagne. But, that was her right. She was single and she could do what she wanted to do.
To hell with Ryan!
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While Taylor was celebrating the end of the year at the youth center, Ryan was at home lifting weights. He was at home lifting weights and pondering what was to come in the New Year, not to mention all of the things that had transpired in the old year.
This naturally led him to ponder the state of things with Taylor. The state of things that were different in her time than they were in his time. There was a reason they broke up. He could clearly state those reasons--were he inclined to use that many words. However there were also reasons that they...reconnected at Julie's wedding.
He glanced over at the clock. 30 minutes until midnight.
No. The reasons they broke up were valid and who's to say that the reconnection would have worked? After all, Taylor was planning on going to France to college. She was going to leave him. And it was the right thing to do. They'd grown apart.
Right?
Right.
15 minutes to midnight. Ryan was quickly exhausting himself on weights. He puts the weight bar up and leans over, elbows on his knees.
14 minutes to midnight.
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She deserved to know. She deserved to make a decision fully informed.
10
He started running toward the youth center, full out, head down, running. He was still in a wife beater and a pair of sweats, bare feet slapping cold asphalt as he runs along the streets.
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He pushed open the door of the youth center, searching over the heads of people taller than him. He shouldered past people all getting ready to celebrate, noisemakers in hand, silly hats on heads, counting down the seconds until midnight.
"Taylor!" he shouted above the premature noise makers and shouts.
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His hands closed over her shoulders and he pulled her close to kiss her.
Right or not, Ryan didn't want to start the new year out without Taylor.
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She faked her smile through the next fifteen minutes, scanning the crowd to see if there was someone to kiss. It was a terrible, stupid tradition and she wasn't going to get out of it. It was just that, a tradition.
When she heard her name, she looked in the direction she heard it from. She hardly had any time before sweaty hands were on her shoulders and then his lips were against hers. Around her, she heard, "Happy New Year!" but in this moment, it was just she and Ryan.
The kiss ending, Taylor stood stunned. She licked her lips and realized her hands were resting on his hips.
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More than a dozen words. Occasionally he says them. While he does his equivalent of a ramble, one thumb rubs the curve of Taylor's neck lightly; the only sign that he's restless.
If you don't count the 'ramble'.
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"Ryan, where are your shoes?" It's laughable really and she can't help herself from stealing another, longer kiss.
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"I was working out."
Clearly that explains why he's barefoot.
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"On New Years Eve. Never let it be said, I'll ever completely understand Ryan Atwood." It was better then pulling her usual, 'You stayed behind because you weren't sure what we were because we clearly had broken up...'
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