Finding Home - A new Scott
CHAPTER 1
Dawn broke in the sky as Ryan drove past the sign that read she was entering the state of North Carolina, in the yet unknown for her East Coast of the U.S. She'd been driving for hours non stop, and if it weren't for the blinding sun rays that filtered through her car's glasses, she wouldn't have noticed she hadn't had any sleep the previous night, but to Ryan, it was like any other night of her so called "journey to the truth", as she liked to think about the past week, which she had spent riding straight from Los Angeles. Destiny, Tree Hill, a small population located at the south coast of the state. The night before that, Ryan had slept at a crappy motel in the middle of South Carolina, so she was sure she'd be arriving to Tree Hill in an hour or so, maybe less if she reached speed limit. After a week of hitting the road, Ryan still couldn't get used to the sight of the countryside, of green fields instead of skyscrapers, and clean air instead of smog in her lungs. Having being on her own for more that she expected to, she desperately wanted to socialize, like the butterfly inside of her.
Heaviness started to plague her eyelids, so she turned up the radio to distract herself a little. The station was playing an old song by Chris Keller, one of her favorite singers when she was young. She enjoyed his voice, but mostly, by the interviews she had watched of him, she loved his cocky but likable attitude. She hummed to herself the lyrics of song after song, a little bit of Queen, of that new "pop princess", some throwback songs of the real pop princess Britney, and some old school rap her girl friends would laugh, until time flew by, and suddenly she was speeding by the Tree Hill entrance sign. She entered the town, slowing down to stop and stare at her surroundings. When Ryan was a little girl, she used to go to sleep after her mother told her stories of her old life in Tree Hill, of the marvelous people that lived there, and of the family Ryan had never gotten to known, until now, she hoped.
It was too early to even properly function, or to find an open local at least, so Ryan drove around the town for a while, speeding all she wanted and getting to know the places her mother used to talked about, passing the famous Karen's Café diner, Tree Hill High, and of course, the river court. She parked her car, stepped out of it, and headed to sit on the table besides the court. Tree Hill's coastline was a sight to really enjoy, so she sat in silence, killing time. Her eyelids were closing, her consciousness slipping, until..
"Isn't it too early for a teen to be awake on summer vacations?" A deep, male Voice, asked, coming from behind and approaching. Ryan turned around and faced an average-height man, probably in his forties, wearing sportive clothes. He smiled at her, and Ryan dismissed the suspicion of him being a kidnapper. His smile is too nice to be, she thought.
"Yes, sir, it is," she answered, chuckling, "I actually arrived here this morning, and I'm kind of lost."
The man eyed her slightly and spoke.
"Well, what can I do for you, girlie?"
Ryan inhaled quickly, nervous for what she was about to ask.
"Do you know where I can find Nathan Scott?" Her voice came out squeaky, product of her nerves.
The man raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.
"Um, yes, but if I may ask, why for?" He said.
Ryan thought twice before speaking. "I'm the daughter of an old friend of his, and he's expecting me." The lie came out swiftly, as if her words were true.
"Oh," the man exclaimed, "in that case sure, let me show you where he lives."
He then proceeded to indicate how to reach the Scott household, and after he was done, Ryan thanked him and left. The ride to the Scotts' lasted for just some minutes. She reached the street the man told her to encounter a big, no, scratch that, enormous mansion at the end of it. Ryan parked her car outside the main doors, and checked her watch. It was almost 8 o'clock in the morning.
" It's now or never R.P" she thought, "Screw it".
Her finger pressed the ringing bell, and awaited for someone to come out. Not even a second after, the door creaked open, and Ryan choked in her own saliva. In front of her, there was a boy, who looked not a day older that 21, with the deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen staring and her own blue ones. His hair was also a similar shade to hers, golden brown nearing blond.
"Hi" he said, smiling at the strange girl standing at his door step. Ryan stood, frozen and speechless, clutching her bag of support. The boy waited for her to speak, but when she didn't, he intended to close the door on her face. That's when Ryan reacted.
"Wait! I'm sorry for startling you," she apologized, rather in rush, "are you Nathan Scott?" She asked to the boy, and he laughed.
"God no, I'm way to young to be him," he said, "Dad!" He shouted, "there's a girl looking for you!" The boy left the doorstep, and was replaced by an tall, older man of raven dark hair, and, again, startling blue eyes.
"Hello, who are you?" Nathan, Ryan assumed, asked politely.
Wow, mother didn't mention my family was that HOT.
"Excuse me?" Nathan asked again, estranged by the girl and her commentary.
Shit, she was thinking out loud.
"Sorry, sorry, are you really Nathan Scott?"
"Yes of course young lady, but who are you for the matter?" Ryan was so nervous she could barely manage to spit words out her mouth.
"I'm Ryan, Ryan Penelope Scott," she announced as she awkwardly extended her hand to shake, " I'm Dan Scott's daughter."
Nathan went wide eyed, and stared at the girl incredulously. She looked no older than eighteen, and her eyes were full of uncertainty and fear. Still, Nathan, as always, got mad.
"What?!" He exclaimed, a bit rudely, but Ryan brushed it off. She was expecting this.
"What you heard... Brother. Nice to meet you, I'm your sister."