Chapter 1 - The Move

Seth Cohen, and his parents Sandy and Kirsten Cohen had lived in Littleton, Colorado his entire life. His mother was an executive for a big company and his father was a public defender. They lived in a huge house, and he liked the seasons. He was normally hot in the summer, but cold at night, and freezing in the fall and winter, and cool in the spring. He liked it there, he had tons of friends there. His girlfriends name was Kryshanne. He liked girls with unique names. She liked her a lot, and now he had to move. His mother had worked in lots of different areas had her big-rig company, and now was being transferred to Orange County, California, to work with her father, Caleb Nichol. Kirsten had tried her entire life to stay away from the petty life of The O.C. that she had grown up in, now she was being pulled back in, 16 years later. Sandy had gotten married to Kirsten in Newport, and he had hated it. He too, liked the seasons of Colorado, but they had to move. It was a week before schools around the nation let out for Summer vacation, and Seth was on a plane to Newport Beach early Monday morning at 5:30 A.M.

"A break from school, huh?" Seth started, grumpily. "I don't even get up for another 2 hours for school, you guys are a bunch of liars." Seth said to his parents.

"Come on honey, this will be a great place to live." Kirsten said remembering her teenage years. "I grew up here, and its nice." She leaned her head back.

"Yeah, that's why we left." Sandy chimed in. "Good thing I got a couple of bites for a job too, or else we'd have problems." He hated Orange County. Except for surfing, he hated it.

Seth was far gone. He had lived the life back in Littleton. His whole life girls chased after him, and he had a ton of friends. Back in Colorado, emo was just like pink, the new thing. He had so many friends, and he liked his life. He actually knew how to snow board pretty well, and now he'd have to come life in this all warm climate and have to be surrounded by stuck-up beach bitches. He hated those girls, the ones who grow up just like Paris Hilton, rich and absolutely fabulous, with everything Chanel and Marc Jacobs. "Spare me." He thought. He missed Kryshanne, and he'd probably never see her again, and now, his life was just slipping slowly down the tubes.

"Cheer up sweetie. You'll learn to love it, I promise." Kirsten tried again, to cheer Seth up.

"Yeah." Seth said solemnly. "Riiiight." He finished under his breath.

Rolling his eyes, he fell asleep, it would only be about a 3 hour plane ride, and then he'd have to work the rest of the day on un-packing everything into this mega huge house his grandfather had picked out for them. Stepping off the plane, and into the limo, Seth was actually curious to see the house. Once the limo pulled into what looked like his old neighborhood, with the gates that you had to swipe a card into, to make sure you lived there, and all the huge houses, he pulled up to one, and they stopped.

"Casa de Cohen." Sandy said. "I guess we could get used to this, it won't be bad at all. Your father sure does have a knack for persuading people to do things they wouldn't usually want to do, and he is good at it, I will tell you, Kirsten, he is good at it." Sandy said chuckling.

"Well, it's his job, to do just that. Let's go inside." She smiled at her son.

"I guess it's not that bad." He said to himself. "Not bad at all."