The Troublesome Twosome Two

Notes: Ok, some of you may remember me from the cute little story I wrote, The Troublesome Twosome. It was about Seth and Ryan growing up together as babies, (I think they were 4 or something) and one of the latter chapters evolved Hailey, Jimmy, Summer and Marissa, a pirate ship at the beach, and a pink noodle if I remember correctly. Very exciting. If you like lil' Seth and Ryan stories, read it, see if you like it, drop a review. In the mean while, this is kind of the same story, except Ryan and Seth are all grown up together, and it's the same concept, except later in their life.

Sorry to all those wonderful people who read my TTT story that I haven't updated since like… the week after the end of Christmas break. Read this one, it goes onto memories in the next or third chapter.

On with the story, please R&R. Oh yeah, this story is an AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own any OC, though I wish is did sniff hugs first season

Brotherly Love

"Ryan Atwood Cohen, lining up to the battered base wielding the powerful bat of power... "

"Shut up Seth."

"Is it just me, or is our star-hitter R.A.C. a little bit grumpier? He better hit this rocket of a ball; the intense game resides on it."

"Shut up Seth."

"What's this? The gracious fans are telling Ryan to hit the ball or else? How cynical and demanding!"

"Seth, Shut up."

"The pitcher is winding up a deadly throw…"

"Seth…"

"And there it goes! What a rocket that ball is. Oh my GOD! What an astounding hit! Going, going, going, going…Still going… Wow. Let's hope he hasn't been using creative visualization folks, or my head is going to be for dinner tonight."

Ryan, back at the plate, decided against running around the bases as he would traditionally. Instead, he took off in Seth's direction with every intention of tackling Seth to the ground. Seth, highly terrified at the sudden aggressiveness, clutched the stick he was using as a microphone and shouted;

"Oh, wow, look at that. Not a sight you'll see everyday, that's one angry Atwood." Seth said, using Ryan's middle name to aggravate him. Seth continuing his announcer act, and bolted in the opposite direction of Ryan. Ryan continued to run after him, while Seth shouted something into the wind, containing the words "Mom," "Trouble," and "Home." Their class looked on as Seth lead the way through several odd shapes and loops, resembling something very much like a chicken with its head cut off. Ryan slowly gained on him. Just as Ryan was about to tackle Seth, the coach blew his whistle. Seth ran huffing and puffing back to him, getting passed by Ryan who ultimately beat him there, barley short of breath. Their class laughed at the two Cohen's feat, but soon stopped when the teacher glared at them.

Mr. Opal wasn't the nicest of people, which was a bad thing for Seth and Ryan. He was subbing for the normal teacher, but wasn't nearly as understanding. Seth and Ryan's antics were well known through-out Harbor school, and most teachers didn't mind; the boys were funny, many a times causing the teachers to laugh along with everyone else in spite of themselves. They also knew when enough was enough… well, at least Ryan did.

"You two, detention, after-school, I'll meet you by the equipment shed. I'll inform your parents as well," Mr. Opal said rather harshly, sending the two of them to the showers, but not before he made them run the length of the field and back. The other kids groaned, and some grinned, just because the fact stood for itself. The Cohen's had more detention hours on their record then all the other students combined. It was also well-known that they had the most friends, were the best of friends, as well as the closest brothers you could find. The two of them had (or so they thought, as everyone is entitled to think) the best girlfriends in the world.

Marissa Cooper grinned, watched Ryan run easily to the end of the field and back, laughing at Seth, who he intercepted at the halfway point coming back, Seth once again going the opposite direction. Apparently, the punishment was more suitable for Seth then Ryan, and really made no sense to either of them, taking into consideration that once they were done, they could get out from underneath the blistering Californian sun and into the cool shadows and showers inside the massive private school building.

Summer Roberts, on the other hand, grinned at Seth, watching him struggle to survive the scorching journey to and fro the field. She smiled, thinking that Seth was definitely the more care-free of the two, and noted how happy he seemed even when he was out of breath, and looked as if he was about to die. He always seemed, looked and genuinely was happy. Summer remembered a time about 3 years it would be now, when Ryan took off from the Cohen household, and was found 47 days later, stabbed and barley breathing in a dark alley-way in Gonzales. It was the most miserable she and ever seen Seth, but that's a different story entirely.

After the boys had been sent off, the bell rang 10 minutes later, signaling the beginning of lunch. The girls filled off to the girls locker room, while the boys to theirs. In the locker room stood Ryan, foot propped on the bench, yelling at Seth to hurry up. To the surprise of many, (but not really) Seth was still in the shower, singing about something, -he sang it, not me- "colors that end in urple." Yes, I said "colors that end in urple." Catching a few of Seth's lyrics, Luke Ward couldn't help laughing. Cohen was such a queer sometimes (that meant in the nice way), he had no idea how him and Ryan were related. He didn't know how the two worked. They were complete opposites, Seth loud and casual, while Ryan was brooding and silent, and yet when they were together, you just wanted to laugh. You were mostly always laughing, usually off of Ryan's one-look-a-thousand-words looks or Seth's actions or jumbled mutter. Luke also remembered the time when Ryan disappeared as one of Seth's worst moments. Seth suddenly wasn't happy and fun anymore, he was like a completely different person. He had retreated to a shell of loneliness, ignoring everyone and everything. But, like I said, that's a different story completely.

Ryan had been waiting around for 5 minutes when he decided enough was enough. At this rate, even the girls would beat them out of the changing room, which would be the utter most humiliation. "Can I borrow this?" he asked Mark, one of his many friends. Mark nodded yes, wondering what the hell Ryan would do with a shampoo bottle. But Ryan had a plan. He wasn't going to nag Seth, oh no, this time he would show Seth he was serious. Picking up a chair he placed it by the wall of Seth's shower. Stepping on it to give him the extra height he needed, Ryan swiftly poured a ridicules amount of shampoo over the wall. When he heard nothing, he wondered whether he had actually hit Seth or not. A sudden howl of agony caused him to change his mind. The cold shampoo that had slithered down Seth's back seemed extra cold, due to Seth gradually upping the temperature of the water over the past 15 minutes. While the other boys laughed, Ryan ignored Seth's whining and gave him a serious "Hurry up Seth."

Seth soon came out of the shower, his mass of brown curls dangerously threatening to pop up under the heavy weight of water they carried. He walked straight over to Ryan and shook his head like a dog, releasing several hundred mini water missiles, all launched at Ryan. Ryan stood there, his shirt and pants all wet. Grinning at Seth, he said, "I probably deserved that, right? Common, lets go."

Much to Ryan's distress, Marissa and Summer were waiting by the boy's locker room door when Ryan and Seth came out.

"Wow, Cohen, did you really get so smelly that you had to wash your hair?" Summer teased, sniffing Seth as to confirm he wasn't smelly before placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Actually, it's Mr. Mom over there who poured shampoo all over my head."

"Hey, look who's talking Death-Breath-Seth." Ryan retaliated evenly, who took Marissa's hand and started leading her to the cafeteria.

"Ew! Death-breath-Seth… Ew," Summer squealed. She stood still looked at Seth, deciding whether or not he did have bad breath.

"Common my honey-munchen, you can kiss me," Seth assured her, literally sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. He placed a kiss on her forehead, and silently wondered how much longer he could hold her up. Stupid strong Ryan, making it seem so easy to lift someone.

"Awww, Seth how-" Summer's compliment was cut short as Seth nearly (when I say nearly, its only nearly because Summer somehow landed on her feet) dropped Summer on her bum.

"SETH!" she shouted, punching him weakly in the arm, distressed at the weak attempt put on by her boyfriend to hold her.

"What? You're heavy," Seth said. He immediately regretted the last words, as Summer gave a 'Hump' and stormed off to join Marissa and Ryan who were well ahead of the two.

Seth jogged behind her, seeking condolence, asking himself why he couldn't have just giving her a simple, sweet, romantic piggyback.

"Seth. I'm mad at you, go away," Summer told him, after the 10 minute walk to the cafeteria ended, yet Seth's pardoning went on.

"Summer, he can't go away, he has the lunch money mom gave us." Ryan intervened.

"What? What is this dreaded lunch money do you speak of dear friend. Surely I do not have it?" Seth said, adopting an oily British accent, smiling sweetly at Ryan. But Ryan didn't buy it.

"Fork over the money dude, or I'll tell mom."

"Really, then I'll tell mom you have detention!" Seth replied, glancing at Marissa, who seemed to be enjoying the exchange.

"Oh boy, did you forget you had detention as well?" Ryan smirked as realization dawned on Seth's face.

"Oh, bloody hell."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The afternoon's classes for the Cohen's were uneventful. Ryan had had Spanish with Summer and Luke, while Seth had had History with Mark, and Marissa. There was no opportunity for either of them to cause mischief, until English rolled along. It was the only class that Seth and Ryan shared without Mark, Marissa, Luke, or Summer. It was also the class they usually got into the most trouble in.

Now, the teacher wasn't a, pardon the language, bitch, but she was strict. Her way of disciplining wasn't detentions, or laps, or cleaning, it was extra homework. And a lot of it. Seth had many a times felt the wrath of her giving hand, as had Ryan, but not as often. The teacher noticed that Ryan was the serious one, the one that caused less trouble. Seth on the other hand was a social butterfly, communicating with everyone and everything that came into contact with him. She had long since separated the two with a seating plan, but no matter what she did, at least one of them was doing something. This class it was Seth. Seth didn't usually slack off or anything like that, but today he just seemed extra flabby today. He couldn't get his work done, and Mrs. Strict had caught him many times speaking out of turn and whispering to the people around him.

After the 50th time she had caught him doing this, Mrs. Strict called on Seth and asked him to step out of the room. Harbor was a very tight and mature school, or at least that was what was expected of the students. Asking Seth to step out into the hall was soo very elementary, but Strict thought it appropriate. Ryan was shocked at his brother, and just before the 90 minute class ended, Mrs. Strict went out to talk to Seth. The bell rang, but Seth was nowhere to be seen. Worried, Ryan packed up Seth's stuff and headed off to find him.

When Ryan couldn't find him in the lounge, by the lockers, in the bathrooms, by the bulletin board, in the furnace room, in the teachers lounge, or in the bookstore, Ryan gave up. He ran to the equipment shed, where he found Seth working away, scrubbing football jerseys in a hand washer, Mr. Opal watching like a hawk.

"Your late Cohen," barked Mr. Opal.

"Sorry sir, I was looking for Seth," Ryan tried to explain, but Mr. Opal wouldn't hear of it.

"Why didn't you come straight here? Wouldn't that make sense? And don't try the old, "I had to call my parents" lie, I've called them already, and they sounded quite disappointed… Or was it angry? Get working cleaning this place up Cohen, your gonna stay here until I'm satisfied. I'll be back momentarily." The grumpy gym teacher left the shed, leaving Ryan amongst a pile of new, dusty, equipment for all sports.

"Thank God, he left. I thought that hag was gonna be here forever. Now the real fun begins," Seth said, violently scrubbing a stubborn patch of grass off a soccer jersey.

"Where did you go after English?" Ryan asked, moving some hockey sticks into a pile, the room looking no cleaner then it did before.

"Mrs. Strict sent me straight here, said that I could go pick up my stuff afterwards. Apparently, I was "too immature to go back into her class, and she would inform mom and dad that they need to talk to me about how I 'need to grow up'," Seth said, using a high voice.

"Uh-oh."

"Yep. Uh-oh. The Kirsten will be felt tonight."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I took a different approach to writing it. The style of writing may change. I hope you liked it, and please drop a review even if it's something mindless like, Yay. Update. I would even love those  so anyways…

Cohen101