A/N: My first O.C. ff::jumps around::
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Ding dong. (A/N: Yes what a lovely intro!)
Ryan Attwood lay sleeping on the couch.
Ding dong.
The sound of the doorbell awoke him with a start.
Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.
As the ringing sped up, he heaved himself up an answered the door. A blond teenager stood on the porch, talking into her cellphone. Three blue leather suitcases shone brightly in the sunlight, the Hermés logo shining brightly.
"I mean totally, Vic. You should totally dump him. He's obviously not worth it and-what the hell..." she trailed off as she turned around and noticed Ryan, "Listen, Vic, I'm gonna need to call you back. Okay, love ya!" She stowed away her tiny platinum Nokia into her blue leather handbag.
Her long, carefully blowdried, pale blond hair shimmered in the California sun. Her light tan made her deep navy eyes stand out and her high cheekbones made her look aristocratic. She was wearing a black satin Chloé camisole, dark denim Ágnes B micromini, and turquoise Jimmy Choo heels.
"Yea, hi who are you?" her snobby voice asked, blue eyes slightly narrowed.
"Erm…Ryan Attwood," Ryan replied, avoiding her challenging stare.
"Yea whatever," she pushed past him, "Get my suitcases."
Bemused, Ryan dragged her suitcases in.
"Careful! That's leather!"
"Sara?"
"Seth?" she whipped her head around to face him.
"What are you doing here?" he leaned against the doorway.
"Um, it's summer break? We finished our trip to Milan early!" Sara replied.
"Oh," Seth rolled his eyes.
"Sara?" Kirsten appeared behind Seth.
"Mom!" she ran forward to hug her mother.
"How was Milan?"
"OMG it was FABOO!!! There were so many shops! Prada, Gucci, Versace, Hermés! That's where I got my suitcases!" Sara gushed. "I brought gifts!"
"Gifts from the heart or gifts out of courtesy?" Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Nice gifts," Sara responded coolly, tossing her pale gold hair back. Ryan could see large sapphire studs sparkling in her earlobes.
"Whatever," Seth rolled his eyes again.
"By the way, why haven't you taken my suitcases up yet, Reegan?" Sara narrowed her big eyes, "Mom," she turned to face her mother, "You have got to hire a better doorman! He's just standing there letting my wonderful Hermés suitcases collect dust!"
"Erm, its Ryan, not Reegan," Ryan spoke.
"Whatever!"
"Sara, he's not hired help. He's your new brother. We helped through a rough time and then we adopted him," Kirsten wrapped an arm around Ryan.
"You took in a pauper?" Sara's jaw dropped, "Did you give him my room?"
"No, Sara. He's living in the poolhouse and he's NOT a pauper," scolded Kirsten.
"Whatever!" Sara replied, walking over to her suitcases and lifting (not dragging) the smallest suitcase up to her room.
As she came back downstairs, she saw everyone gone and her remaining suitcases still there.
"Isn't anyone going to help?" she screamed.
A/N: I know she's a bit of a brat, but she'll get better.
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