Disclaimer: Don't own the O.C. or anything to do with it.
Ryan Atwood- kid from chino, son of an alcoholic was getting drunk. Not the kind of happy, lets party drunk, but more of the pissed off, angry bad-boy drunk. He was at some party about a block away from his house. He knew he should leave before the cops came, but he was too angry, so he paid for another beer, downed it in a matter of seconds, and then eventually made his way to the sidewalk and started walking.
Ryan was sixteen, he lived with his mom and her boyfriend Aj. He came and went as he pleased. Before he had stayed and made sure his mom was okay, and fought off aj. Now he hardly ever went to school- not that attendance was ever great for him, and home was just a place he could crash at a couple nights a week. Most of the time he slept over at some random girls place.
He shook his head as he remembered the last words Trey had said to him. Don't turn out like me little brother, you're too smart for that. Ryan laughed at that, he was just like Trey now. When he made it to his house he walked right in and collapsed on his bed.
Ryan woke up to the sound of something breaking in the living room. He ran out, and met the end of Aj's fist. Aj was pissed off for some reason unknown to Ryan, but before he knew it, he was being thrown out onto the street with the word "Don't come back." being yelled at him as he stumbled onto the street.
Ryan walked to a pay phone and started dialling numbers of all the friends he could think of. He thought of calling Theresa, but she made it very clear that she never wanted to see him again. Ryan gave up and walked to the nearest convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes. Nothing had sunken in yet, so he sat down on a bus stop bench and smoked a couple of cigarettes.
He spent the rest of the day in a drug induced haze, having run into a couple of 'friends' Ryan still didn't know what to do, and the mary jane in his pocket wasn't helping at all. When he was walking around after dark he spotted a car, and a guy trying to steal it. At first glance, Ryan thought it was Trey, but then he remembered that Trey was gone, and wasn't coming back.
"Atwood! Get your ass over here, and help me get this car."
Ryan didn't move, he didn't know how this guy knew him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know him.
"Trey man, do I have to haul your ass over here?"
He knew Trey, that was enough for Ryan, as he walked over to the car and hopped into the passenger seat, just as the sirens began to sound.
A/N: Please Review! My first OC fic, so please, no flames.