The Dartboard
Disclaimer: Fox owns the O.C., so...yeah
A/N: This is NOT the new story I mentioned in the final chapter of Oh, the Drama. Just a piece I thought of...but the new story will be posted sometime this weekend (hopefully) or early next week!
Summary: Ryan is torn between his worlds...first chapter: Chino and Newport. Second: Theresa and Marissa. Third? Seth and Trey. Fourth may be Kirsten and Dawn. And if there is a fifth, it will be Sandy and Ryan's dad (what is his name, anyway?) May be somewhat OOC, deal with it!!
Life is like a game of darts. Sometimes, you miss completely, piercing the wall. Other times, you do okay...The outer skirts of the dartboard are okay. And then there's the people who luck out, yeah, I'm talking about the bull's eye.
People like Summer and Seth are the lucky ones. I mean, Newport is but a fantasy for most people in the world. Summer's wardrobe probably costs more than a middle class family's house.
Don't ask me how I ended up here, in this world of Hermes bags, Chanel sunglasses, and Paul Smith suits. It literally sickened me the first time Sandy took me to get a suit. It cost almost as much as a month's rent at the apartment in Chino.
I'd say Chino is on the outer skirts of the dartboard. It's really not that bad; it just pales in comparison to Newport. Actually, a good majority of the people there have steady jobs and are lower middle class.
Now, my life in Chino was off the dartboard. Like one of the times you puncture the wall and it leaves a large, ugly hole. Because that's just what my life did to my mom, screwed her over. According to her, I was a mistake, one she tried to erase but the faint silhouette remained. Which unfortunately was me.
Newport is the bull's eye. And I hit the center of it. No joke. The Cohen/Nichol family is pretty much the wealthiest one in Newport. But I'm not just talking money. I've got two great parents who care about me and would never hurt me. And I've got a brother who would never stab me in the back. I could've been stuck with the type of family that seems to be the norm around here: 40-going-on-16 mothers, workaholic dads, and superficial jocks or shopping fiends for children.
Don't ask me how I managed to hook on to the Cohens. I like to think it's a little thing called luck.
Back "home", with mom, I was like a snake. Going for days without a meal, I mean. I had the odd beer here and there, and maybe a hamburger if I was lucky. But the few times my mom bought groceries or gave me a few bucks, I would probably end up purging my system because food wasn't familiar to me. I guess you could say I was somewhat anorexic. Not on my account.
Here, I've beefed up a little. Don't get me wrong; I was always a pretty built guy, muscles and all. In the words of Kirsten, I didn't have the proper nutrition. Here, I'm presented with three square meals a day and I have access to unlimited food, whenever I want it. Worrying and concern ensue if I don't eat. But sometimes it's hard. Because I'm still not really hungry.
Newport, Chino, sometimes I can't tell the difference. Sure, in Chino, the parties were in old abandoned warehouses and there was no dress code. Parties weren't planned in advance, you just heard about it through the grapevine. In Newport, everyone who's anyone has a calendar filled with social events that are "black tie only" and planned by the best party planners money can buy. In Chino, all we needed was some beer and some girls-and that was a party. Newport's got the thousand dollar dresses, imported liquor, and Botox-enhanced women.
The kids are borderline alcoholics in both places, and their parents don't give a shit either. Well, Sandy and Kirsten care. About my drinking habits. Mom, she was drunk or wasted beyond her mind half the time; so it's safe to say she wasn't paying attention.
The kids here don't have to steal their drinks though, there's a variation. Big difference, I know.
I got a second chance, the chance to perfect my skills. Most people get one shot and if they blow it, that's it. I guess I am one of the lucky ones. Or I just have good aim. It seems to me that I always knew I was meant to do so much more. Call me cocky, but back in Chino I felt like I could do better than that. And now I have. It took a while, but my aim has definitely improved.
But, unlike a dartboard, life is almost purely luck. If you're not born into the lucky crowd, it's almost impossible to regroup and snag the bull's eye. Just call me lucky.
A/N: So, what did you think? Love it or hate it? I'll be posting the next chapter later today, and my new story sometime this week.
Disclaimer: Fox owns the O.C., so...yeah
A/N: This is NOT the new story I mentioned in the final chapter of Oh, the Drama. Just a piece I thought of...but the new story will be posted sometime this weekend (hopefully) or early next week!
Summary: Ryan is torn between his worlds...first chapter: Chino and Newport. Second: Theresa and Marissa. Third? Seth and Trey. Fourth may be Kirsten and Dawn. And if there is a fifth, it will be Sandy and Ryan's dad (what is his name, anyway?) May be somewhat OOC, deal with it!!
Life is like a game of darts. Sometimes, you miss completely, piercing the wall. Other times, you do okay...The outer skirts of the dartboard are okay. And then there's the people who luck out, yeah, I'm talking about the bull's eye.
People like Summer and Seth are the lucky ones. I mean, Newport is but a fantasy for most people in the world. Summer's wardrobe probably costs more than a middle class family's house.
Don't ask me how I ended up here, in this world of Hermes bags, Chanel sunglasses, and Paul Smith suits. It literally sickened me the first time Sandy took me to get a suit. It cost almost as much as a month's rent at the apartment in Chino.
I'd say Chino is on the outer skirts of the dartboard. It's really not that bad; it just pales in comparison to Newport. Actually, a good majority of the people there have steady jobs and are lower middle class.
Now, my life in Chino was off the dartboard. Like one of the times you puncture the wall and it leaves a large, ugly hole. Because that's just what my life did to my mom, screwed her over. According to her, I was a mistake, one she tried to erase but the faint silhouette remained. Which unfortunately was me.
Newport is the bull's eye. And I hit the center of it. No joke. The Cohen/Nichol family is pretty much the wealthiest one in Newport. But I'm not just talking money. I've got two great parents who care about me and would never hurt me. And I've got a brother who would never stab me in the back. I could've been stuck with the type of family that seems to be the norm around here: 40-going-on-16 mothers, workaholic dads, and superficial jocks or shopping fiends for children.
Don't ask me how I managed to hook on to the Cohens. I like to think it's a little thing called luck.
Back "home", with mom, I was like a snake. Going for days without a meal, I mean. I had the odd beer here and there, and maybe a hamburger if I was lucky. But the few times my mom bought groceries or gave me a few bucks, I would probably end up purging my system because food wasn't familiar to me. I guess you could say I was somewhat anorexic. Not on my account.
Here, I've beefed up a little. Don't get me wrong; I was always a pretty built guy, muscles and all. In the words of Kirsten, I didn't have the proper nutrition. Here, I'm presented with three square meals a day and I have access to unlimited food, whenever I want it. Worrying and concern ensue if I don't eat. But sometimes it's hard. Because I'm still not really hungry.
Newport, Chino, sometimes I can't tell the difference. Sure, in Chino, the parties were in old abandoned warehouses and there was no dress code. Parties weren't planned in advance, you just heard about it through the grapevine. In Newport, everyone who's anyone has a calendar filled with social events that are "black tie only" and planned by the best party planners money can buy. In Chino, all we needed was some beer and some girls-and that was a party. Newport's got the thousand dollar dresses, imported liquor, and Botox-enhanced women.
The kids are borderline alcoholics in both places, and their parents don't give a shit either. Well, Sandy and Kirsten care. About my drinking habits. Mom, she was drunk or wasted beyond her mind half the time; so it's safe to say she wasn't paying attention.
The kids here don't have to steal their drinks though, there's a variation. Big difference, I know.
I got a second chance, the chance to perfect my skills. Most people get one shot and if they blow it, that's it. I guess I am one of the lucky ones. Or I just have good aim. It seems to me that I always knew I was meant to do so much more. Call me cocky, but back in Chino I felt like I could do better than that. And now I have. It took a while, but my aim has definitely improved.
But, unlike a dartboard, life is almost purely luck. If you're not born into the lucky crowd, it's almost impossible to regroup and snag the bull's eye. Just call me lucky.
A/N: So, what did you think? Love it or hate it? I'll be posting the next chapter later today, and my new story sometime this week.