This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. The story begins right after Ryan leaves, followed by Seth leaving.

Ryan woke up in Teresa's car, dazed. "Where are we?" He moaned.

"Truck stop. I was getting tired, so I stopped here," she said, not even turning from her position at the wheel. "Of course, didn't plan on spending the night here."

"Well," Ryan said softly, sitting up and facing her, "we better get going again. Want me to drive?"

"No, it's okay. I can do it."
Marissa didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she was alone, and her head was pounding.

"Marissa?" Sandy said, poking her on the arm, "Marissa, are you alright?" He touched her cheek, then began to lift her limp body off his front lawn and into the house. She moaned as he put her on the couch.

"Where am I?" She whined, her eyes still closed.

"Marissa, sweetie? It's me. Sandy." She didn't move. "You're on our couch." He paused. "Marissa. How much did you have to drink last night?"

"Hmmm. Don't know." She turned to hide her face into the leather couch, coughing. Sandy stood up, sighing.

"Kirsten. We have a visitor."
Seth woke up from the sound of water sloshing underneath his boat. Tying it to a deserted dock and sleeping on it seemed a lot more appealing than sleeping in the sand. He turned over and sat up.

"Great. Just great," he mumbled, scooping up some water. Water. All he could see for miles. Some deserted dock.
Well, that's it. I hoped you like it. Not much action, but I didn't want to let everything out in the first chapter. So, please, tell me what you think. Spill it. Be honest, but kind. And send in your ideas, I could use some.