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[oc] Technology of Concrete I.

Remember how I mentioned a long time ago that I had signed up at 30_kisses and posted two stories Well, yes, I know, I'm still writing those 28 premises. It's just taking me half a lifetime. *g*

The funny thing about having 30 premises is that there is so much out there to write! I mean, I already have three WIPs, two three parters and then a ton of short stories. I'm going to explain everything as I go along. Let you know which one is a three parter, which one will keep on going until I die and hope that you get it. *nods* Otherwise, well, just read the whole set.

Second post, One short story, stand alone. This story has a name on its own. *g*

Title: Technology of Concrete I.
Author: M. F. Luder
Fandom: The O.C.
Pairing: Ryan/Seth.
Rating: PG-13.
Category: More Future Fic that AU, but still. Set sometime around... well, really into the future.
Challenge and Premises: Written for 30_kisses, challenge 27. overflow. *g*
Author's note: Betad by the one and only storydivagirl, who will have to put up with yet another 27 stories. Thanks sweetie! *hugs tight*
x-posted to 30_kisses.

Response to 30_kisses

Technology of Concrete I

27. overflow

Walking down the hallway, she shifts her backpack because it's too heavy for her right now and she knows she should have left the Fluids book at home. It's not like she can't borrow Sophie's, and it's stupid of her to even bring it. Emma shakes her head. Too late now, and too heavy for her back not to be hurting by the end of the day. Yeah, perfect.

Reaching the last classroom in the hall, room 109, she pushes the door open and she walks inside. There are only three students in there. One has her earphones on, the other two have their arms folded on top of the desk, head resting on top and she can't blame them. Eight am is too early for a freaking class.

And this is all Sophie's fault too, because it was her idea to take this class with this particular professor.

"Carlos said he's great. Like, amazing. He has this... passion about this, he says it's incredible."

Emma snorts because really, who cares about passion if the man is gonna flunk you. She hasn't heard bad things about his grading exams, not yet, and she fears she'll run into Eve or someone else and they'll say, "Wow, you're taking his class? You're screwed."

With a sigh, she takes a seat in the second row and places her backpack on top of the seat next to hers. Sophie has always been a late riser, and she has a tendency to be late for 8 am classes.

She doesn't have to wait long, and in the next ten minutes the class of sixty starts to fill out. Sophie arrives, five after eight, with the last of the students.

Sophie grins, black hair falling back onto her shoulders as she picks up Emma's backpack and takes a seat.

"Wow," Sophie says, sighing, shaking her head. "Sorry. Stupid alarm never went off."

Emma snorts. "Whatever. I'm sure it did, you just didn't hear it. Dork."


Emma chuckles as she hears the door close. Both girls look up as the professor makes his way through the front of the classroom to his chair. Emma tilts her head, eyes falling on the man.

He's about fifty years old, not much taller than her. In his old age, Emma thinks as she chuckles under her breath, she can see a small potbelly. Still, she assumes when he was young he had a pretty nice body. He has blue eyes, she notices as he places his bag on the desk and turns around to look at them. His hair is turning white, but she can see glimpses of blond here and there.

Turning around to look at Sophie, she winks. "Our teacher used to be cutie."

Sophie nods, looking at the professor from the corner of her eyes for a moment. "No doubt. Hmm...would it be wrong to drool over him?" She grins at Emma. "At least a little bit?"

Emma rolls her eyes. "He's old."

"But hot," Sophie responds with a wink of her own.

Emma chuckles. "Yeah, well."

"Good morning, class."

Emma's attention turns to her teacher once again and she can't help but notice that he's not wearing a gold wedding band, but only a silver one. "Ohhh... he's not married."

"Nah," Sophie says, leaning to left as she whispers, "my dad lost his ring a couple of years ago. He could have--"

"I don't know."

Emma and Sophie fall silent as the teacher introduces himself to the class.

"My name is Ryan Atwood and I'll be your professor for Technology of Concrete I."

Emma smirks, head tilted. Maybe this class won't be so bad.


The bell rings as the class ends and Emma stuffs her notebook inside her backpack. Two months into the semester, midterms peering around the corner and Emma keeps thinking that there's so much left to learn about concrete that there's no way she'll ever be able to catch up.

"One last thing," Professor Atwood mentions, turning off the projector. "I'd appreciate it if you read the information on additives that were uploaded into the university network. It'll give you the introductory information for next week's class. That's all. Have a good day."

Emma glances at the teacher for a second as he turns around, placing everything he has on his desk inside his briefcase. Earlier he had shown them the properties of different aggregates in different concentrations to the class. Mixing sand with water and cement and rock in front of them.

Aww... she lets out a soft sigh under her breath. It had been so very explicit. So...powerful. And the way he talked! She can't help but blush as she ducks her head and finishes getting ready. It isn't proper to drool after a professor, especially someone thirty years older than her. Then again, the passion with which he spoke about everything, about something as plain and pretty much stupid as concrete... it made everyone, especially her, want to dive right in and swim around it. Emma frowns. Well, one can't possibly swim in concrete, but still.

She can't help but accept that Sophie had been right about this one. It didn't matter that she had ended up hearing bad rumors about the teacher, about how the grades for midterms and finals were always kinda low. So what? Those students probably didn't love the subject as much as she loves it right now. The passion the professor expresses in every single class is more than worth studying an extra day to pass the class.

"I think I'm in love," Sophie whispers as she watches the teacher pick up his briefcase and leave the classroom.

Emma smirks. "Get in line."

They chuckle at their shared joked. Since class one it had been pretty obvious this professor was anything but normal. With his age and his looks (Emma still believes he was gorgeous when he was younger), he could still turn a head, or ten. Well, if Emma had ever doubted intelligence was sexy, she knew better now.

Ever since that first class, since his introduction, she had been taken in by Professor Atwood.

All the experience the man possessed came pouring out of him and that was more than enough to turn her head. Not only did he have years of experience, having graduated in Civil Engineering there at USC ages ago, but then he went to work at Newport Group, one of the largest companies in the country, which he now runs. He was also a member of several organizational committees in the ACI (American Concrete Institute) and a household name when it came to Technology of Concrete.

With a shake of her head, she wiped her chin, just in case.

"Come on," Sophie nudges her in the ribs, pushing her toward the door. "We're late for class."

Emma nods and follows her out of the classroom.


"You know," Sophie says, leaning to her left to whisper into Emma's ear, "I talked with Eli the other day."

Emma nods, head cocked to the side as professor Atwood explains the intrinsic way of the concrete design through the ACI method.

"She said, rumor has it, the professor has a daughter."

Emma turns around, eyebrow lifted, grin on her lips, not quite believing her ears. "You're shitting me."

Sophie shakes her head, grinning as she does so. "Nope. But like I said, rumor has it."

"Right, but still... we could look for--"

"Nope, not gonna fly." Sophie's glance shifts to the professor for a moment, trying to follow his explanation as she frowns at the method to find the desired w/c relation. "Hmmm, yeah, well, she said that apparently the girl doesn't have the professor's name."



Emma sighs, turning around and folding her arms across her chest. She blinks, taken back by the table including the f'c relation. Well, she'd have to go over that in her book because right now, she's not getting zip. "Not his name?" She asks, leaning to her right, toward Sophie.

"Nope. John said it might be because he divorced the mother while she pregnant--"

"Yeah, well, that's all hearsay and assumptions." Emma turns around, gaze falling to the presentation. "There could be no daughter."

"Tatiana said a friend of hers said her brother met her once, a while ago. She's studying Information Technology here. Or was. Or something like that." Sophie shrugs, smiling at the professor when he looks her way. "She said the girl's name was Crae something. Or Coe something. Tat has a very poor memory, you know that."

Emma shrugs nonchalantly. "Again, hearsay. No reliable source."

"Well, we could do better."

Yes, they could. Emma leans forward, resting her chin on her folded arms. She smiles, staring at the professor.


During the first class after midterms, Emma looks up attentively at the professor as she tries to keep the dopey smile off her lips when Professor's Atwood cell phone rings.

Emma cocks her head as she notices his eyes widen in surprise at the ring tone, obviously a song, even if she doesn't recognize it. But he seems to, as he recognizes the caller by that same tone. It's easy to see his facial expression, both her and Sophie always sitting in the first row. A mutual decision after that first class.

She watches him as he gets out his cell phone and walks out of the classroom as he flips it open. "Yes?"

She grins, able to hear his voice as he stands outside the door.

"Oh, no, I talked with her earlier today. Told her we'd meet her for lunch."

Hmmm.... who exactly is he talking about? Emma can't help but worry if this puppy love of hers isn't turning into a serious stalker tendency. It probably isn't, even if googling his name isn't exactly sane.

She found out quite a bit about him as well. After graduating from college he had gone straight to work for Newport Group as one of their top Civil Engineers. Kirsten Cohen had been CEO of the company when he started, but she retired about ten years ago and left the company to Professor Atwood.

It had only taken a bit more probing on her part, and another half an hour on Internet, to find out that he also owns ten percent of the company while Kirsten Cohen maintains forty percent of the shares, while the rest belong to other investors. The only name she recognized was Seth Cohen, who Emma assumed was related to Mrs. Cohen, and he also owns ten percent.

It had been his intensive work that had taken the company to the place it was today, one of the top constructors in the country. It was every engineer's wet dream to work there.

He had specialized in concrete, having become a big part of the ACI from point one and now, years later, he has many titles after his name. The ones Emma can remember are MSc University of London, member of the American Society for Testing and Material and of the International Road Safety, and god knows what else.

Blinking out of her stupor, she frowns, trying to hear more about the conversation as the noise level in the classroom increases, every student taking this time to update their friends about something in their lives.

"No, it's okay." There's a pause and Emma leans to the right, toward the door, as much as she can. Sophie swats at her arm but Emma takes no notice. "Well, I'm in class, what do you think?"

Emma barely hears the last sentence as it's whispered and then there's a chuckle, low and almost intimate and she wonders if she's hearing him talk with his special someone.

Something she hadn't been able to find out, no matter how deep she dug, was information about a wife. There was none, or at least none out there to be found. She couldn't imagine professor Atwood being alone all these years. He's, visibly, such a cool person.

"Okay, sure, don't worry. And bring me the briefcase, will you? In the study, by the book case."

Another pause and Sophie keeps on nudging her on the side.

"Yeah, that one."

Emma grins. Again with the low and very private tone. Oh, this was getting better by the minute.

"Okay, sure. Love you."

The last two words were whispered so low, for a moment Emma thought she had imagined them. But she didn't, and she can't help but grin as she imagines the woman on the other side of the line. Tall, probably, blond with blue eyes. Pretty, of course. Lovely. Probably his age, because she can't imagine him with a bimbo half his age, not like other men. No, professor Atwood is not like any other men.

With the dreamy smile still on her lips, she watches him walk into the classroom.

"I'm sorry," he says very apologetically, head almost ducked, a rose blush on his cheeks. Emma almost laughs out loud. "It was an important phone call and I was forced to take it."

Nobody makes a comment about it and they obviously didn't notice his pleased expression after the phone call, or heard the soft words murmured.

With one last apology, he turns around and continues the class exactly where he left off.

"You're insane." Sophie shakes her head, leaning forward as she picks up her pen.

Emma chuckles, low in her throat. "Yeah, well," she says, leaning to the side to whisper in her ear. "I think I just found out that he does have someone special."

Sophie turns around, one eyebrow raised. Emma nods, the grin splitting her face.

After this class, they'll do research.


Professor Atwood speaks about the use of additives in concrete and Emma can't do anything but stare at him. She doesn't hear his words on the subject, about the great uses of plastificants and superplastificants. She can't.

Throughout the last week both her and Sophie had done a very extensive research on the Internet, coming up with some information about their dear professor.

What had surprised them at first was how during his last year of college, Professor Atwood had done an internship for Newport Group while Caleb Nichol, the founder of the company, was still CEO.

The moment Professor Atwood finished college, he was hired by the Newport group. Something amazing in itself. Even though professor Atwood had graduated top five of his class, there was some luck involved in getting such a desired position for someone so young.

Two years later, the company was left to Nichol's daughter, Kirsten Cohen.

There were pictures of the party given in the Nichol home. Caleb Nichol, a powerful looking man standing by the side of his daughter, blond and pretty, eyes that bore a wisdom that Emma couldn't deny. Beside them stood the man who Emma assumes was her husband. The man with brown warm eyes and a sweet smile made Emma smile.

Professor Atwood starts speaking about air inclusor and Emma nods as he continues, pretending to be following his lecture.

At some point, when exactly they couldn't find, he received ten percent of the company. But there were things that were left lost in between. The name Seth Cohen kept on appearing. She assumed it was a relative of Kirsten and Sanford Cohen, but she had no idea how they were related.

She hadn't dug enough, apparently, because she didn't find out that Seth Cohen shared a room with Ryan Atwood during college, nor that they graduated from the same high school and at the same time from college.

Emma doesn't know this, but the name does come back in her memory as she focuses on professor Atwood and everything about additives she can learn in the last hour of class.

Her eyes flicker to the silver ring on professor's left ring finger. There was something not right about this picture.


Two weeks before finals, Emma leaves the library late in the afternoon. Sophie left about two hours ago, having to pick up her boyfriend from class.

Tired, she sighs and shifts her bag on her shoulder. There's still so much she hasn't studied about resistance, and she hasn't finished reading through all the information gathered during the semester in technology of concrete.

Having parked her car behind the Structural building, home to all the civilians, she makes her way around the building, taking her time. She's tired to the bone and even though she's hungry at the moment, she wonders if the hunger will stay through the ride home or if tiredness will win, forcing her to go to bed without dinner.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees professor Atwood walking out of the building, his briefcase in his hand.

She grins, ducking her head as she pauses, her gaze staying on him. As far as she knows, he doesn't teach classes this late. He probably stayed to do some tests on concrete in the lab.. Her grin widens.

She watches him make his way to the parking lot and his eyes shift to find his Range Rover, having seen him drive onto campus several times before.

She finds the car parked two rows from her and she makes her way to her own, slowly, planning on accidentally running into him, attempting to talk with him about the final, maybe. Well, that's her excuse. She just wants to talk with him.

Standing twenty feet from him, she notices that someone is sitting in the driver's seat. She frowns. That someone, a dark haired man with brown curls turning gray, professor Atwood's age, gets out of the car and leans against the driver's door. The man grins, arms folded on his chest as the Professor approaches. Emma sees the professor smile back.

"Hey." The professor says, slowing his pace.

Emma pauses, head tilted as she hears the man answer back. "Hey."

Questions are running through her head as she watches his teacher lean over and kiss the man, the professor's hand going to the man's cheek, caressing it softly. Emma blinks, her mouth opening in a gasp.

Oh. My. God.

"Took you long enough." The man says when they pull apart.

Professor Atwood rolls his eyes. "I told you, you could get going, meet me at Kirsten's house."

"No, dude, no way. Mom would ask where you are, and what you're doing, and that would mean me having to answer and that would also mean remembering long and very difficult words and I can't do that. Might as well wait here for you and your lazy ass."

She blushes as the professor winks at the man. "But you like my ass."

"Oh, shut up. Like you aren't perverting student's minds with that concrete thingy."

Professor Atwood chuckles, rolling his eyes as he does so. "Technology of Concrete," he says, laughter in his voice.

The other man waves it off. "Whatever."

Taking the other man's left hand in his, the Professor gives him another kiss, and Emma can see the glimpse of silver on his hand.

Emma takes a deep breath, eyes still glued to the scene as they climb into the car. She can't help but notice that professor Atwood gets into the passenger seat. Still stunned, though with a grin she can't stop from forming on her lips, she makes her way to the car. Idly, she glances at the professor as she walks past them.

It's just her luck that the professor turns around to look at her as she's passing by. She notices that he's taken back by seeing her at this late hour, he nods her way. "Weaver."

Emma nods as he refers to her by her last name, like usual. "Good night professor," she says, her glance shifting to the other man.

The man smiles at her, brown eyes that seem warm and he nods.

She nods back as they both wish her good night. By the time she climbs into her car, they are pulling away. Her gaze follows the back of the car as she remembers the silver band, the brown eyes and puts two and two together.

Seth Cohen. Son of Kirsten and Sandy Cohen. Partner of Ryan Atwood.

Cohen. The last name Tatiana couldn't remember.

Well, isn't life a little bit funny.

Grinning, she places the key into ignition before pulling out of the parking lot. She reaches for her cell phone and speed dials Sophie's. They have so much to talk about.


That's the second part. I know it took close to forever, but I must say that I wanted to post it on Monday but the drabblefest kinda got in the way. *nods* Not my fault.

Now, I want to add, that this story is very much half true. Well, some of it. I did take TCI and when I saw the teacher, he looked like Ryan will when he's 50. After that, well, the story just took a life of its own. *g*

Edit: Per request, I'm attaching a picture of my Technology of Concrete I Professor who I'm certain looks very much like Ryan will when he's that age. That man owns the concrete, I'm telling you. Professor Pasquel. Check it out and let me know if I'm seeing things. *g*

Going now. Must keep on suffering in behalf of Nick and everyone out there who didn't get to watch Grave Danger even though they wanted to. *nods*


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May. 21st, 2005 03:32 am (UTC)
That? Is *PRECIOUS*.

I just...no words!! I *LOVE* this. Just LOVE it. Wonderful!! ♥!
May. 21st, 2005 03:37 am (UTC)
*giggles* I'm glad you liked it. I'm really happy with this part because, well, that's very my story, you know?

When I took TCI, my teacher was like an old Ryan! Totally! I kept looking at him and thinking "this is how Ryan will look when he's 50!" And after that, when I saw the premise I just had to write it. *bounces*

So, yeah, very proud of this part. *eg*
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May. 21st, 2005 04:18 am (UTC)
Awh. So very cute. I love in future!fic when it's told from someone else's perspective.
May. 21st, 2005 01:11 pm (UTC)
It was fun writing it from Em's POV, especially because she's a student and all that. *g*

I'm glad you liked it. It was a blast writing it.
May. 21st, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)
Loved it! I'm a futurefic fan - I enjoy a lot of the stuff out there, but sometimes find it a little hard to connect with the "boys" when they're written at their current ages. I fear I may be getting old... :)
May. 21st, 2005 01:13 pm (UTC)
Nah, I'm pretty sure you're not getting old. Sometimes, and this is only MHO, the boys aren't written quite like I'm certain their personalities are. *shrugs* So don't blame it on you. *g*

So happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.
May. 21st, 2005 05:41 am (UTC)
That was so sweet. I loved this point of view - Emma watching from the outside, finding out little bits of pieces here and there (and me knowing more than her ;-)). It's just different and refreshing. Always enjoy you work and this was no exception.
May. 21st, 2005 01:17 pm (UTC)
Yeah, that was so much fun. We already knew something she didn't, something she was actually trying to find out: Ryan's better half. *eg* The fact that we had that inside scoop, I think, made it even more fun. *g*

Oh, thank you. I'm really happy with this story. That's my teacher as Ryan Atwood, so it was a blast to write it. *g*
May. 21st, 2005 08:54 am (UTC)
Don't happen to have a pic of your teacher, do you?

Awww, I wanted to hear the conversation between her and Sophie!
Cute 50 year old Ryan *drools* Even at 50 they still 'hey' each other :P
May. 21st, 2005 01:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, actually, *giggles* I just went out and found a pic of my teacher. Here's the link. I'm also attaching it at the end of the story, as another Author's note. *eg*


Oh, I wanted to write the conversation, but I figured we could picture it ourselves.

"Sophie? He's gay!"
"Gay! Oh. My. God. Sophie, you will not believe this!!! I saw him and this other guy, and he has to be the Cohen we found out about. Seth Cohen, of course! It all makes sense now! That's the name Tatiana couldn't remember! His daughter is named Cohen! Oh, oh. Right. And that's why he got ten percent of the company. He closed to marry the son, maybe given as a wedding gift? Even if they didn't have a wedding, they have rings. We saw them. I saw the guy, Seth, wearing a matching ring. Sophie, they have rings!"
"Emma? Emma, is that you? What the hell are you talking about?"
"What do you mean what am I talking about? Professor Atwood!"

*eg* Or something like that. *g*

Ryan can be all knowledgeable in class, but with Seth, he's still the same boy who walked into the den and was asked to play, and saying 'hey' to each other just kinda shows it. And I can totally see Ryan at that age giving Seth a glare, or a sideways glance. *nods*
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May. 21st, 2005 11:48 am (UTC)
Admit it, you are Emma. It is okay. *Calls for the men in white*
May. 21st, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
Of course I'm Emma! I wasn't exactly drooling over the teacher, but whenever I saw him, I couldn't help but think about Ryan and Seth and that's where the story came from. *nods*
May. 21st, 2005 02:16 pm (UTC)
That was so beautiful. I love future fics to the max. And I can totally relate to Emma. If I had Ryan as a professor, I'd stalk him too!
May. 22nd, 2005 03:26 am (UTC)
It was fun to wite, espcially because it was from someone else's perspective. *g*

I'm glad you liked it.
May. 21st, 2005 03:19 pm (UTC)
Wow. This was lovely. Even as a 50 year old Seth still uses Dude! I don't even know what to say, but I'm *so* said I don't have a lecture like that!
May. 22nd, 2005 03:21 am (UTC)
I wasn't sure about the "dudes" but 50 years from now Seth will still be Seth and I figured, well, that's so very him! *g*

Well, ToC is not as bad as it looks, you know? *g* Just kinda long. *shrugs*
May. 21st, 2005 04:59 pm (UTC)
I love the outsider perspective, and Googling a hot teacher is *so* something that I would have done with my girlfriends in college, if Google had existed, back in those ancient days.

I loved that, outside of the classroom, Ryan and Seth are still Ryan-and-Seth, right down to the "heys" and "dudes".

This was a special relief after just reading your first "In love with a boy" story, knowing that it would all work out okay in the end.
May. 22nd, 2005 04:12 am (UTC)
I wanted to show that though Ryan is a teacher, he still has a private life and Seth is very much that. The way they talk with each other just made it more real to me. *g*

Well, all three stories of "In love with a boy" are very much stand alones so far, so it's more like three very different stories, but I'm glad you liked them all. *g*
May. 21st, 2005 06:49 pm (UTC)
Enjoyed this so much. I'm so glad to see you are putting you 'education' to good use!

So 30 years in the future our boys are still in love and lust with each other. That's just sweet! (On this fic, 'sweet' works) OTP's are like that!
May. 22nd, 2005 03:59 am (UTC)
Dude, the only reason I'm actually paying attention during class is so that I have something to write in those college fics I'm always writing. *g* Ryan has to be a CE!

It gives me this warm feeling that maybe Ryan and Seth will be the couple that make it, like Kirsten and Sandy. *nods* They sure are OTP!
May. 25th, 2005 02:45 am (UTC)
That was so incredibly adorable! It's been forever since I've read any kind of fluff and actually enjoyed it.


(The title, Technology of Concrete, makes me think of Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. I will forever have the image of Ryan singing, "I love technology, but not as much as you you see..." to Seth for the rest of my life.)
May. 26th, 2005 03:41 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm glad you liked it. I'm very happy with this story. *hugs kudos* I love kudos!!

*chuckles* I gave it that title because, well, that's the name of the subject that always made me think about Ryan and Seth. God, those were the days. *g*
Jun. 19th, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC)
OMG! There are no words! Absolutely none for how much I love this! (Also mission accomplished: found something that is not pure angst).

I always love when my OTP is told from an outsider POV. (especially when its so many years in the future). I am giddy with happiness right now.
Jun. 20th, 2005 04:24 am (UTC)
I gotta say, I'm personally proud of this story. It's so me, it's unbelievable. *g* It was so much fun to write it, considering the idea came from watching my very own TC professor. *g* He looked right just like Ryan.

And then, well, of course I had to write Seth in, you know? *winks*

Again, like I said, my early work is very fluffy. Like... "Memento", "Let me touch you", "Anybody listening". I love "Morning", though it's not quite fluff. And then there's "Ring of fire", that's fluff. "Force of Nature". "And I see you" is fluff, but a little bit AU. It was written as a challenge: "The characters meet in a different way", so I played with it. "In my mind" is also fluff. Like I said, tons. *g*

Oh, the girls kicked ass in the way they started investigating Ryan. *g* I really liked that about them. It was so much to write it. *nods* In between classes, in campus. I loved it. I'm glad you liked it.

Giddy is always good. *bounces*
Feb. 25th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
That's the second part. I know it took close to forever, but I must say that I wanted to post it on Monday but the drabblefest kinda got in the way. *nods* Not my fault.

Okay, stupid question... but second part? Is there more? I love this look in the future. Outsider-POV is one of my favorite subgenres and I would love to read more about Ryan's and Seth's life. These minor details (the daughter, his job...) are really interesting and I would love to read more.

Maybe Emma sees another accounter between Ryan and Seth or she gets to know Ryans daughter... Something like that would be amazing... :)
Feb. 26th, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
Sorry, babe. When I said "second part", I meant that I had already written two of the thirty premises, and this was the second premise I had written. This was a short story, a one shot pretty much, and that's all there is. I have written other stories from outsider's point of view, like "Of paper hearts" that you might like, but in this universe, there's only this story.

Thanks for commenting, though. It totally makes my day!
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