Ryan Sandwich

A/N Right, I would just like to make it known that this is just a laugh so please don't send me hate mail! Was written for one of my 100 prompts (death) and I was told I had to have Ryan from The OC in one of my stories… but they never said which…. And so, not really liking The OC that much, I decided that I would do a story about Ryan….

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Ryan sat on Newport beach, the sun beating down on his back. He could feel his neck burning and the skin going red and raw, but he didn't care. The hair at the nape of his neck was wet and curly with sweat. The air was tense and uncomfortable, echoing his feelings. The sea was flat and stretched out in front of him towards the mirage of a horizon. Ryan sat there, motionless, gazing out. He had nowhere to go.

Suddenly there was a groaning, wrenching sound of age old engines. Ryan looked up confused, as a breeze kicked up some sand into his eyes. Putting his hands up to cover his face he looked around for the source of the noise.

All of a sudden there was a misty shape materialising around him and Ryan felt huge amounts of pressure squashing him. His hair fell over his eyes as he floundered around and cried out. The misty shape grew stronger and stronger, all the while accompanied by the rushing noise until there was one last cry and a sickening crunch.

The door of the blue box creaked open and a man with wild brown hair came out backwards, continuing to talk to someone following him out. "No, I refuse to accept that. The old Disney films are nothing compared to the new ones. Come on – Toy Story!"

"But Cinderella's a classic! And The Little Mermaid, I used to watch that time and time again when I was little. And the beach in it looks just like this one." A blonde girl bounced out behind him, her eyes bright and shining.

"Fine, then. We'll have a Disney fest tonight and decide then. Let the war begin! Until then, let's explore." Taking her hand, the man ran off with her across the sand.

All that was left was a blue box standing on the beach – and a protruding leg sticking out from below the base.

A/N As I said, it's just a joke – I have nothing against Ryan (well, not that much).. R & R!