Seth finds new love

Ryan confidently rose from the floor and addressed Seth, "Clean up after me, Seth."

He was being rude suddenly.

—But he didn't have the time, or rather, he forgot the time to be worried about it.

His gaze swiftly shifted from the shambles of alcohol on the floor to the breathtaking beauty in front of him.

The sight of her, unafraid and open to his flirtatious advances, caused him to ignore the spilled drink and any other distractions around him.

With an air of excitement, Ryan led Naomi towards the drink area, and she didn't object.

As they made their way back to the kitchen together, their eyes met with a mix of meaning and timidity, laced with the excitement of initial flirtation between strangers.

Ryan planned to serve them both the drink she hadn't refused.

Meanwhile, Seth, feeling abandoned, spoke up, "Guys, you're going to leave me by myself here?"

"How am I supposed to clean up your mess!"

However, his words went unheard or perhaps ignored.

The noise of the party music and people dancing, talking, laughing, and cheering did not help.

Suddenly, Seth found himself alone at a party where he felt out of place and awkward.

Despite their newness, Ryan and Stiles seemed to fit in better with the environment of affluent, trendy Californian teenagers than him—him, who had grown up in these flush neighborhoods.

The cruel reality was paradoxical, unrealistic, and unfair, making him feel even more pathetic and unsafe.

Almost suicidal.

He didn't like and didn't want to be here to begin with.

He wanted to leave, to go to sleep, without even looking at the porn he had saved on his computer, because doing so would make him feel like too much of a loser at this point.

After all, he wasn't going to just look at it...

Someone he had hoped to avoid but strangely found comfort in hearing approached him from behind, amidst the growing waves of his social anxiety.

Stiles asked, gently touching his shoulder, "What are you doing here cleaning the ground all alone? Where has Ryan gone?"

It was Stiles.

The lucky dog, Stiles.

After asking, Stiles looked around curiously.

"He… He's in the kitchen. With a smoking hot girl." Seth reacted, taken aback by Stiles' apparent indifference to the previous situation with Summer.

"Oh, a hot girl? Who?" Stiles asked, surprised and wide-eyed.

He had left Summer and Marissa outside to come here.

So the hot girl Seth was referring to couldn't be Marissa.

This was fantastic news, if Ryan could be remotely interested in this mystery girl…

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In the large kitchen, which had no doors and opened onto the living room.

Ryan had finished serving Naomi and himself new drinks.

He began to flirt as smoothly as he could, trying not to let her leave as he began chatting her up and asking her questions.

"So, where you from? How did I miss a pretty girl like you being here?" Ryan asked, taking a small sip of his alcoholic beverage.

—Trying to be as cool and natural as possible in this environment.

He inquired as if he belonged here.

Ryan wasn't exactly a ladies' man, but he wasn't bad either.

He knew how to confidently pursue the girls he was attracted to.

He was learning from the best people around him, including Stiles.

Stiles was never as popular as Ryan was in Chino, but Stiles was always a smooth talker with the ladies.

Ryan had to concede him this, despite how corny Stiles could be at times.

Stiles was effective the majority of the time, despite his lack of interest in long-term and serious dating.

He was just a dog who needed sexual relief now and then.

Ryan's thoughts were briefly distracted by Stiles and his potential relationship with Summer when Naomi smiled flattered at his compliment and replied, arranging her blonde hair, "Thank you… Ryan, was it?"

Ryan nodded.

Naomi grinned at him a little shyly and continued telling," I was told to come by and check on my cousin. She can be quite reckless at these small gatherings and afterparties."

"I'm actually only in town for a few days because I'm on vacation as well,"

Naomi finished her explanation with a loud twinkle in her eyes.

"Are you not from around here? Who's your cousin?" Ryan asked curiously.

Naomi shook her head before sipping the liquor, a bitter expression on her face.

Despite her obvious dislike for the taste, she maintained her smile and replied, "I'm actually from West Beverly Hills. My cousin owns this little beach house. You know her, right? She's the one over there playing beer pong, Holly."

"Oh, so that's your cousin..." Ryan remarked, his gaze drawn to a playful partying blonde in the living room.

He didn't respond and let her know he didn't know the party's host; instead, he said, "You guys look alike now that you say it… But why do you have to keep an eye on her? You don't seem older than she is."

Ryan didn't understand the game of flirting, nor was he particularly interested in how it worked.

He was a man of determination and focus.

Ryan was always a natural without even realizing it.

He hadn't mentioned himself once while talking with Naomi.

He was waiting for her to ask.

She was having a good time.

She replied with a chuckle, "I'm not older, but I'm older mentally, I guess."

Naomi returned her gaze to Holly as she finished speaking. Holly had moved to a different part of the living room, where she was playing new drinking games.

Naomi and Ryan watched as Holly struggled to handle the excessive amount of beer she had tried to chug in one go from a beer bong funnel, eventually vomiting it out.

"I see..." Ryan observed.

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Except for the earlier incident with Seth, the party appeared to be proceeding without incident

—much to Stiles' surprise.

Ryan was flirting with a shockingly hot girl in the kitchen, whom Stiles finally identified and recognized...

Naomi Clark.

A heroine, most definitely.

From the 90210 show.

Marissa's continued absence was possibly the source of the calm…

Stiles was thinking about how this urban crossover was becoming more surprising and exciting when he heard Seth say, "We're going to leave them alone, right?"

Stiles replied with a gratified grin, "Of course we are, buddy."

On the inside, he was thinking about how Seth was finally learning to stop bearing down on people who didn't need it.

He was finally precious and less of a drag on the guy group.

Aside from that, and more seriously...

Stiles sincerely hoped Ryan would no longer have romantic feelings for Marissa, thereby avoiding the potentially stupid and life-threatening love affairs that inevitably surfaced with her.

Stiles saw Naomi's unexpected appearance and Ryan's attraction to her as a grace.

Naomi was Marissa, but with working brains and a powerful personality.

Marissa, on the other hand, was gullible, unwittingly and subconsciously harboring homicidal tendencies toward those she romantically loved.

When things didn't go the way her selfish love wanted them to go, she got rude, didn't think cardinal things through, and turned mean.

Always when she didn't have to be.

She represented a perilous presence for those who became ensnared by her allure without the fortitude to protect their own individuality or the ability to say no to her.

Ryan, thankfully, had a strong sense of self, but even with his tough persona and anti-death plot armor, he was not immune to her unsettling trouble.

Following Seth's nod.

Stiles noticed someone as he and Seth moved into the living room, looking for something to do to pass the time.

It was Erin Silver.

—In the 90210 series, Naomi's childhood best friend.

Because she was present at this party, they were most likely still getting along.

Stiles was not too surprised because this world was different, but he was agreeably surprised to see her here as well.

After all, he had specific plans for Seth, who struggled with social interactions and still lacked a lot of confidence.

As soon as he saw Erin, he changed his plans for Seth for tonight to something more considerate and respectful than simply helping him in losing his virginity.

Everyone desired to be happy and to fall in love.

So did Seth.

Stiles had no idea when the nerdy Anna Stern would show up.

He also knew that Alex Kelly wasn't the best girl for Seth because she was bisexual and had an ambiguous sexual life. At one point, she was dating Marissa.

Marissa was anything but simple...

Stiles was reminded of Marissa's lesbian side when he asked Seth, "How would you rate the brunette with short hair and piercing blue eyes over there?"

"Who?" With a frown, Seth asked.

Seth couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of a horde of inebriated and promiscuous girls, exuding a reckless and seductive air as they awaited bold suitors and moved sensually to the music.

This spectacular performance by those unattached dancing girls created a lively and energetic atmosphere beneath and around the stairs.

Seth couldn't see anything beyond it, and as a virgin, he was hesitant to go there.

He was afraid of many things and wanted to go to party with some of these girls, but lacked the courage.

At the very least, he was a man.

Stiles paused, amused.

He chuckled to himself inside after a thought and said, "Come with me."

Stiles consciously suppressed his powerful and supernatural masculine allure while navigating the eager and predatory crowd of girls.

He was determined not to become an irresistible target for those poor girls, who were already boozed and lustful.

They eventually arrived at their intended destination—a spot on the stairs—accompanied by the distracted and invisibly turned on Seth.

A pretty girl sat there, looking somewhat bored as she fiddled with her cellphone.

She was on her Nokia, playing the snake game.

When Erin noticed two people staring at her, she raised her beautiful face and asked, "Can I help you?" with a confused and slightly bothered frown.

Stiles used his powerful external secretions to benefit Seth, who was oblivious to anything as his male attractiveness skyrocketed.

—Only in Erin's eyes and perception.

Stiles introduced himself, saying, "Hey, I'm Stiles. What's your name?"

He gestured towards Seth and continued, "This is my friend Seth! I have a feeling you two will hit it off and have some common interests!"

With all the noise, he was speaking a little loudly.

"N… Nice to meet you! What game were you playing?" Seth was suddenly more confident as his androgenic hormone, among other things, increased, so he asked.

Of course, he knew what game the girl was playing on her phone.

On a Nokia, there weren't many of them...

But, noticing Stiles' sudden and lovely assistance, he didn't question it and spoke to Erin.

He'd already become lost in her blue eyes.

She was prettier than Summer on some levels, and she was Seth's type, not astonishingly.

She was also a heroine.

Stiles grinned to himself as he walked down the stairs, mostly unnoticed, while Erin frowned bashfully at Seth.

Stiles was well aware that he did not have to remain here.

Seth was already boosted to the point where he could perform his own love miracle and land his first girlfriend.

Or possibly his future wife.

Seth had all night to do his thing and could at the very least get her number before it ended, if not anything else.

Stiles walked outside the beach house, hands in his pockets, content with himself.

He was about to rejoin his own girlfriend Summer when he noticed her arrive inside with Marissa.

This saved him from having to walk out in the sand, except there was a problem with Marissa when she looked somewhere…

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Author's Note.

I believe Erin will develop a hereditary brain disease IIRC, but this isn't a cause for concern with Stiles.