So, this is my first O.C fan fiction. Taylor and Ryan never went out, and were only mutual friends with Seth and Summer. (ryan and taylor had minimal encounters) They both go to Berkeley, and she's looking for a roommate. Guess who it is? Ryan!

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Ryan looked around the news board and saw the brightest piece of pink paper he'd ever seen before. He grabbed it, reading the very bold header and a smile appeared on his face. Jackpot he thought. It was an ad for an apartment roommate. His eyes scanned over the page, reading the details. He paused after reading the name listed, "Taylor Townsend" he thought "That name sounds familiar." The name rolled off his tongue, and he liked the ring it had. Checking his wrist to look at the time, he turned around to go to class and stuffed the paper in his bag for later.

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Taylor sat on her apartment floor, eating Chinese food. Her transition from Newport to Berkeley had been going smoothly so far, and she hadn't seen anyone from Harbor. Not that they would remember her if they saw her. People hated Taylor Townsend, she was a loner and a freak. Besides Seth and occasionally Summer, she didn't have very many friends. Even back in Newport she only hung out with them occasionally but now that they were back in Rhode Island – Seth at RISD and Summer at Brown – she realized that she was truly alone. People regarded her as a freak, hell, her own mother didn't like her. Finding the quickest out possible, Taylor upped and left to France for her freshman year of college.

Suddenly, the phone rang and knocked Taylor out of her thoughts. She wiped her hands on her jeans, cleared her throat and answered.

"Hello?"

" Hi, is this Taylor Townsend?" Suspicion immediately arose in Taylor since she didn't recognize the voice on the other end.

" Yes. Who is this? Because if you're calling on behalf of my mother tell Veronica to call me herself. Don't bother calling again."

She snapped the phone shut and tossed it back on the floor next to her. Just as she was about to pick up her container of lo mien, her phone rang again.

"What?!" she said harshly.

" Hi. Um, don't hang up. I'm not calling because of your mother, I was calling because I saw that 'Roommate Wanted' ad you posted up on the news board in the quad."

" Oh My God. I am so sorry! I've been getting weird calls from people about my mother and when I didn't recognize your voice on the other end I just assumed.."

" Its fine. Um, My name's Ryan and I was wondering if the roommate offer was still standing?"

" Oh. Um, Yeah. But we have to meet before, and some place public. I mean, obviously I can't just let you move in. You understand right?"

She heard a chuckle on the other end, " Yeah I understand. Is tomorrow at 4pm okay? At the Jamba juice by the architecture building?"

"No, I'm sorry. I have classes until 7pm and then after that I have to go do something down by that Mexican restaurant near the mall. Actually, theres a Jamba Juice over by El Pavo Guapo, could we meet there at like 7 ish? But, if its out of your way or something I'm sure that we could do.."

"That's cool." he cut her off before she could finish "I actually work there, but my shift doesn't get off until 7:30. Is that cool?"

" Yeah, um that works. So, 7:30 at the Jamba Juice? I'll be one sitting on the couches."

" Okay. Great. Bye Taylor."

"Bye."

Taylor clicked off the phone, and threw it on the floor. Well, at least something was working out to her advantage. If all went well, she could finally have a roommate and get settled in. Well, some furniture might be needed to properly settle in. She looked around the bare apartment and sighed. Another night on the floor couldn't hurt.

SO, I'm not sure if this actually makes any sense just yet ( The Taylor stuff) but it will. Please Read and Review! Honest Feedback is greatly appreciated!!