So I cannot believe I am writing a Ryan/Marissa fic this long after the show but I will always love them and I am bored so here it goes.
This is completely AU with some stuff lining up to the original story; Ryan is released from prison after 2 years for assault & battery. He relies on his best friend Kyle, whose family hates him, including his younger sister Marissa.
This fic will be M (mostly for language, maybe later for other stuff). I hope you all enjoy it
Chapter 1
He took a long drag of his cigarettes and smiled up at the sun, so glad to see its shining rays outside of the iron fence for once. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of his favorite brand of cigarettes, ones he had trouble finding inside prison.
"How's it feel buddy?" Kyle asked smiling at his best friend. He had just come to bust Ryan out of this place for the last time, hopefully.
Ryan looked over at his friend of 10 years; a guy who stuck by him and who finally got his case acquitted after these two years. He was a true best friend, and Ryan owed him so much for what he had done for him.
"Man, it feels like god is going down on me. If god was like, a big breasted person with big eyes and lips"
"So just a beautiful woman you mean?"
"Yeah but a godly one" Ryan laughed as he took another drag of his cigarette and hopped into Kyle's car.
"Your poetry has been greatly missed. Dude I can not believe you are here right now!" Kyle exclaimed as he reached over and squeezed and shook Ryan's shoulder as he drove.
Ryan laughed and shoved Kyle off as he lowered the window to smoke more. It felt so good to be driving. To be looking at that brick building in the rearview, and seeing it grow smaller until it disappeared. He let out a sigh of relief when he could no longer see it.
"I am so happy right now. I just, I seriously can't comprehend it. It feels surreal" Ryan flicked the ash from his cigarette out the window.
"I can't even imagine. So where to? You gotta pick up some of your stuff? You have any idea where you're staying?"
"Uh well that's kind of the thing. I still have to figure that out. I mean I was in college when this shit went down so I have no place now"
"You know I'd take you in obviously. But with me living at home, unable to find a job…And you know my parents…."
"Yeah they are twatbags," Ryan muttered.
He hated Kyle's parents for hating him. Sure he wasn't the perfect person but they were always such assholes to him. They blamed him for everything that happened to Kyle because he was "a bad influence." They have this whole idea that Kyle would have been this Boy Scout golden child if it hadn't been for Ryan Atwood moving into a foster home in Newport at 14-years-old. It was at that foster home, which he only resided in for two years, that he befriended Kyle, and then despite Ryan moving towns over at 16, the boys were best friends. They even attended college together at UCLA (Ryan on a soccer scholarship) and lived together for three and a half years, before Ryan was arrested.
Kyle sighed. He wasn't close to his parents. They were everything that he had grown to hate about the town he grew up in. A town he never really cared for and never felt like he fit in, until Ryan moved there and shared the same views about the lifestyle. His parents were newpsies as Ryan put it, and despite the fact that his parents hated one another, they stuck together for appearances and took massive amounts of "couples getaways" to "rebuild" their relationship. Although he was pretty sure the trips contained infidelity from both sides during.
"They are going away to Palm Springs next week for a couple days so you can definitely crash then. Until then though I don't really know what to do," Kyle admitted
"I'll figure something out, don't worry. Maybe I'll call Dara. She still single?" Ryan asked
"Nah, she is with this dude Bryce. He's alright I guess"
"What about Casey?"
"She moved to Colorado"
"Jamie?"
"She lives in nyc. Maybe just call all the girls you've had things with and find a place to crash," Kyle teased.
Ryan had a definite reputation with the ladies. He was a pretty popular guy wherever he went. He knew how to party, had the bad boy "I don't care" attitude that the ladies liked, and he was fun. He had quite a lot of friends before he went away, mostly from UCLA, although he was never really close with many besides Kyle. However, some of these people wanted nothing to do with him after the conviction and others had simply moved on or away.
"So who from UCLA is still in the area?"
Turned out there were only a handful of people left. Ryan frowned and looked out the window, lighting yet another cigarette. He had the best time before he was locked up. He knew a lot of people, he had a lot of ladies, he partied all the time, he had an awesome on-campus apartment between him and Kyle. And now? Now what did he have? He had a storage locker of his stuff with nowhere to put it. College was the first time he felt normal. He wasn't in foster homes anymore, or his shitty life before he was taken from his mom. He was finally a college student and didn't have to explain why he didn't have parents. At least in foster homes he had a home to go to.
"Fuck" he murmured as he rubbed his beard, gazing out the window. "I have some money that can get me a place for maybe a week or so" he then reasoned
"Well that works. Use that and then in a week my parents go to Palm Springs. Get a part time job in the meantime and get some cash"
"With assault on my record? I may have got acquitted man but that shit still needs to be expunged from my record. Still working on that small feat" he said sarcastically
"We'll figure it out, man" Kyle reassured him.
They drove to the storage unit where Ryan had held his stuff before he was taken to be incarcerated. He loaded Kyle's Range Rover with some of his suitcases of clothes and then hoped back in.
"How about you come back to my house for right now, you can shower and shit and get changed, and we will come up with a game plan"
"Your parents home now?"
"Nah just my sister home for summer break"
"Ugh" Ryan moaned. His sister Marissa and him didn't see eye to eye either. She was an annoying little brat and as a teenager became a mega bitch just like her parents. Last time he saw her she was about 15 because he left when he was 18 and never really visited once he was in UCLA. Why would he visit the Cooper household when they hated him? He lived at UCLA even during all school breaks. That was his home.
"When was the last time you saw her? When she visited our school when she was like, 15?"
"Something like that. She somehow had the bitchiness of a 20-year-old though"
"Well she is still kind of a bitch, fair warning. She goes to UCLA actually. She's in a sorority"
Ryan groaned extra loudly "Of course she has to ruin the place I call home. And a sorority girl? So she is a whore now too?"
"Hey, come on man, you loved the sorority"
"Yeah to fuck. They are horrible human beings otherwise"
"Well she's….okay. Kind of. Also kind of a bitch"
"Surprise Surprise"
They pulled up to Kyle's home and it looked the same as it always did, pristinely white and gigantic. That's why Ryan always loved having parties at Kyle's when they were young. The place is like the Great Gatsby mansion.
"God damn this place never ceases to amaze me!" Ryan yelled as he ran up with his two suitcases and hugged the column to the entry. "It's been a while old friend" he said as he kissed it, then started to comically hump it
"Dude that's enough! She's not into you" Kyle joked as he grabbed his friend's arm and opened the front door
"Set your bags at the door and you can use the shower if you want" Kyle said
"Yeah, I need a shower. It's going to be so nice to use a shower with no shower shoes and a bunch of muscley dudes eye-banging you"
"Speaking of muscles, hombre, what's the deal with the guns you are now carrying?" Kyle commented, pointing to his friend's arms "Those things certified?"
Ryan laughed, "When you have nothing to do but play cards and read, you get a lot of working out done. I'm like a greek god now" he said as he flexed
Kyle laughed, "Well you look great, and if that makes me sound gay so be it. I'm embracing it"
"Thanks dude. If homosexuality was a choice we could totally bro-out together"
Kyle pounded his chest with his fist and then held it out "Respect"
"Alright I'm gonna shower. Is the upstairs one cool to use?"
"Yeah go for it"
Ryan grabbed some clothes from his bag and rushed upstairs to shower. He turned on the water and ended up showering for about a half hour because it felt so damn good. He also used this pink razor he found to shave his face and clean up a bit. When he was stepped out and got changed he looked in the mirror. He looked a bit tired, and his hair was a bit disheveled, but he smiled at his reflection. He was 24 now, and he was out of jail. If he hadn't been acquitted he would be looking at a 29 year olds reflection instead.
He stepped out of the bathroom and bumped into someone.
"Woah what the-" he heard as he looked up. He then was met with the eyes of Marissa Cooper, and the body of a 20-year-old Marissa Cooper. You knew Marissa was going to be hot, even at 15, but jesus christ she really grew into herself nicely.
"Oh. It's you," she then said, stepping back "I thought you weren't allowed here"
And then the anger struck again. She was hot as hell, and then she opens her dumb mouth and he remembers she is the worst
"Yeah well here I am. What's up beanpole?" he asked, using the nickname he gave her when she was 10 when she was a thin little awkward stick.
She rolled her eyes "Very mature, as always"
"Yeah well we can't all be grown up and bitchy like you" he smiled
She grew angry. He was always like this. A total asshole. "How was jail? Fun?"
He furrowed his brows. God he couldn't stand her. It started with her as an annoying pre-teen, always tattling on him and Kyle, then to a straight up bitchy teen who valued what this dumb society thought. She was the epitome of Newport.
"Super fun. Heard you're in a sorority now though. Congratulations on being a slut now. Always knew you'd get there" he winked and then walked away to go downstairs
"Fuck off" he heard as he left, which made him smile.
He entered the kitchen where him and Kyle had hamburgers, which was now the best meal Ryan could ever remember. They discussed a gameplan and decided that they'd ask their friend Dara for a job. She was a bartender at the Bait Shop and could probably get him something. And he knew bartending there was awesome money. He reached out to her and she was excited to hear from him and told him to come down immediately.
Just like that, everything now didn't seem so daunting. If he got this job he could get some cash, and eventually a place. This could work. As they gathered their stuff for Kyle to bring him to the Bait Shop, Marissa came downstairs.
"You know, he can't stay here," she said, pointing to Ryan as she got a bottle of water
"Mind your own fuckin business how about that" Ryan sniped
"Seriously, Marissa. He is going to stay when here when mom and dad are in Palm Springs and I expect you to keep your mouth shut when he does"
She turned as she sipped from her water "Why should I?"
Ryan felt himself about to blow up. He clenched his fists "Cause you should"
"Why?"
Kyle saw Ryan was about to flip so he stood up "Don't fuck around Marissa. Keep your fat mouth shut"
"What do I get if I do?"
"Not being murdered" Ryan said threw clenched teeth
Kyle cut in "You can have a huge party here"
"I can have a party here regardless"
"I'll….pay for it. Within reason" Kyle sighed
She smiled, proud of her blackmail strength. "That'd work, I guess"
"Fuck off, come on!" Ryan yelled "You're gonna let this bitch blackmail you dude?"
"It's not worth arguing dude. I have a little bit of money….sort of"
"No. no. I'm not letting you pay for this….this cunt"
Marissa's mouth dropped "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You're being a cunt. I have nowhere to stay and you are blackmailing your own fucking brother. You're a cunt"
She glared at him and opened her mouth but Kyle once again cut in knowing this was going to end very badly. "Stop stop! Look Marissa you have a party, Ryan it's cool. Let's just go to the Bait Shop and get out of here. Marissa, fucking watch it. You are being a real bitch"
Marissa huffed trying so hard not to slap Ryan. She wanted to hit that low-life piece of shit. And he needed to get out of there before he said something even worse.
"Dude how do you stand her?" Ryan asked in the car
"She isn't always like that"
"Really? Because she seems 24/7 bitch"
"She has her moments….sometimes. And I usually don't cave but it's just easier for now. We get you settled and then the bitch will pay. Big time" he said as he gripped the steering wheel
"Lemme add a little money into this….this fucking party" he groaned, so angry that Kyle had reasoned with the devil.
"No man it's cool. My parents leave us some money when they leave. I am going to use my end to pay for some and I have a little money myself. It's cool. Don't worry about it"
He hated that Kyle was doing this but he also really needed to stay at his house so he stopped arguing with him. He lit a cigarette, trying to calm himself. Marissa had grown into the person he knew she would. Even so, she seemed particularly bitchy to him about not wanting him in the house. She never wanted him there, but she seemed really against it now.
"Does she still think the whole….fight thing was on me? Like, the whole arrest and stuff?"
"Who Marissa?"
"No, Condoleezza Rice. Yes, Marissa"
"Look, I explained to everyone the real story. It's up to them whether they believe it or not, even if it is the truth"
"Fuckin people" Ryan shook his head. He feared people wouldn't believe what really happened; that they would think he was this psychotic guy who put another guy in a short-term coma, which he did do, but not because he started it. He was always judged due to his unfortunate past, and now that had only grown exponentially. He just had to hang onto the people who knew the truth.
Okay I hope you liked it. It is only going to get better, I just had to establish some stuff.