So this is my first time writing a Roadie fic. Forgive me as I work my way through this story.

Inspired by the song "Your Ex-Lover is Dead" by the Stars. I will use the lyrics from time to time, so I'm sure you'll all get the song by the end. For those of you interested, I'm also going to write a fic based on this song for Ryan/Summer. The options were just too good to not use.

The title for the prologue is inspired by a party that appears in "Rules of Attraction" by Bret Easton Ellis. It's not that important, but I thought some of you might like to know.

Disclaimer: I don't own "The OC" or any of the characters. This is just my imagination at work.

Your Ex-Lover is Dead

Prologue: The End of the World

Ryan Atwood was a frat party at Cornell, and he had a feeling that he was just seeing the Dark Side. In much the same way that he'd grown used to outrageous parties in Newport, something about this party in Ithaca was too surreal. "End of the World," the biggest party at Cornell was in full force, and Ryan couldn't find himself at ease. He decided to find one of the reported ten kegs around this house in hopes of it settling his mind about this party.

As he made his way to the keg he ran into several of his classmates dressed in next to nothing and running around without a care in the world. While it didn't seem too strange, he reminded himself that this was upstate New York, not southern California; those girls in their bras and panties were going to get cold, he thought, as the gaggle of girls headed for the door.

Savoir complex and all of his Newport baggage in hand, Ryan decided to go outside to make sure that nothing bad happened to any of those girls. He stood close to the door as the group of women danced around. They danced for about five minutes, just long enough for the warmth from the alcohol to leave their bodies, and then they noticed Ryan standing.

"What are you looking at?" one of them asked with slurred speech.

"I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to any of you lovely women. Did I do something wrong?" he responded back.

Another one of the women responded, "No, but we weren't expecting an audience. Because you watched us, are you interested in a little fun?"

Ryan thought to himself before he accepted the offer. Truthfully, he hadn't had sex in months and he was about ready to burst. The thought of drunk women made him think of Marissa, but he decided that this situation was completely different to anything he had experienced with her.

Ryan followed the gaggle back inside the large house and up to a secluded room on the third floor. He closed the door behind him, as he watched the women look him up and down. His thoughts immediately turned to the fact that he was clearly not drunk enough to be around these women, but he also knew that could change quickly.

Coyly he asked, "What are your plans for the rest of the night?"

"Well, that all depends on you now," said the women who noticed Ryan outside. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and looked like she was from Newport, but he knew better than that. Finding someone else from Orange County was like finding a needle in a haystack Ryan thought. This woman was from the East Coast, but that didn't matter too much, as long as she was up for some fun, he didn't care.

Intrigued by that idea, Ryan decided to go with her response. "Well, I need some more beer. Can I get you anything?"

"You," responded the blonde. "If I have to wait until you get buzzed, then I will."

Startled by her response, Ryan left the room and went downstairs to find a keg and drink for a few minutes. When he returned downstairs, the party was bigger than before. It took him twenty minutes to find a keg and get some beer.

After he had another cup of beer, he was forced outside by the sheer number of people at the party. Determined to get back upstairs to the mystery blonde, he decided to find another way back into the house. He noticed that there was lattice work going up one side of the house. He desperately wanted to be upstairs, so he took to climbing the weak structure.

Midway up the side of the house, Ryan noticed that his hands, without gloves, were beginning to get very cold. More determined than before, he tried to climb the remaining height. When he went to grab for another piece of lattice, his other hand slipped from the cold. Ryan suddenly knew that he was falling backward, but with all of the beer he had before, he was unable to change his position.

The top of his head hit the snow first, and then caused him to collapse in the snow.

With the party going, no one heard him scream. No one bothered to look outside. Ryan was still, unable to move in the snow.

So what do you think? I know there's no Seth and Marissa yet, but I had to kill Ryan first. I'd love feedback, since I'm still new at this. So, please hit that little purple button and review what I've done so far.