Chapter One: Obligation.
A/N…Short, I know. But it's the first chapter. Just something that was going through my head after having an experience with my father. I'm hoping for this to be somewhere around a 5-shot. Set after "The Chrismukkah Bar Mitz-vahkkah" Seth is away on a college visit while Ryan tries to deal with the death of his father.
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So today I was told to smile, chin up. Fuck you. My chin doesn't go up. Sometimes, days are like hell. The hell that you live in, that you make for yourself. Today was hell. They make it that way for me. They smile and tell me to. The laugh and expect me to find them funny. I put up that finger that usually silences them but they're on some sort of fucking roll today. I go to my room and lock the door. Today's just not my day. Dammit, doesn't anyone get that? They don't get that I've lost him, aren't I allowed to mourn? He was my shitty dad who never did anything for me in my life. Can't I just thinking on that, without their constant little "Lets talk" approach. Cant I remember all those lame ass excuses he told me? All the long lost promises that never saw the light? Let me cry let me mourn. I don't ask for much but grant me this. Let me hate him whole-heartedly, just for today.
I walk out of the pool house, and there they all are, again. God, wont they ever fucking get the hint. I can take it from here. I don't need babysitters.
"Hey" Marissa says, her eyes pleading with me.
"Marissa, please go home. You too Summer. I'm fine, really guys" They didn't believe me. I could tell as soon as the words left my mouth. Of course I'm not fine. My father is dead, but I don't need two girls hovering over me asking if I'm okay like I'm a pathetic little bitch. This I could handle. Just let me brood. It is my specialty.
"Sandy said we could stay for dinner" Summer spoke up. I know she's just trying to help, but she was pissing me off. I told them to leave.
"Please leave. I need this time alone. Seriously."
"Okay" Marissa said. Finally, she'd given up. I thought she never would. Her and Summer headed to her car and drove away. Too fucking bad Seth wasn't here. He didn't even know yet. He would have talked to Seth, but he was a college visit to that cold ass place. Oh well, I'll call him later and tell him the news.
I just woke up and I'm startled. Sandy is sitting there, in the chair next to my bed. Yep, you guess it, waiting for a damn chat.
"Ryan, lets talk" he suggests. Again, I'm not the mood.
"Sandy, just today, let me not talk for just today" I plead.
"All right kid, but I'm here, if you need me" I know he's there. He's always been there. More than my dead-beat dad ever was. Oh wait…why do I care again? Oh yeah, somehow I still feel obligated to him. Obligated to that piece of shit, rotting in the ground.
Maybe I should call Seth. He'd be pissed if he knew I hadn't, although this all did just happen today. Ill wait a little longer, he can handle that.
I walk into the main house and there stands Julie Cooper. Julie fucking Cooper. Just what I need.
She greets me like she likes me. Oh wait, she does. Ever since DJ. And Alex. I almost forgot my popularity with her.
"Hello Ryan, sorry to hear about your father" Like hell you are.
"Um, yea, thanks" What else was I supposed to say?
I've had enough for one day. I beg Kirsten to let me go for a walk and promise her I won't run. And what do you know, Luke Wards back. The Pier always brings a surprise.
"Ryan, man…how ya been?" It's been awhile.
"Good man, you?"
"All right, just back in Newport for a little visit, figure what the hell, spring break and all"
"Yeah yeah. Sounds great"
"Uh, yea, so I heard about your dad, sorry"
"Its cool Luke…we weren't really close. Just wish the Cohen's would stop trying to get me to talk for at least two seconds. I needed a walk"
"Let's go"
"Where" I ask. Perhaps we'll pay Julie a visit, or burn down another model home. With Luke, I can't tell.
"A party, to get them to stop talking"
I think about it. I need this. Hell, I really need this. I'm sick of sitting in the pool house. I'm sick of being told how I need to talk it out. I'm an Atwood. I don't talk these things out.
"I'm in"
