AN: Hi guys! So recently I've been feeling sooo nostalgic lately, and this show was one if my favorites as a kid, Ty being my favorite character even though we didn't get to see him as much (He's so cute…). So, I've decided to make an OC insert story! I hope you like my OC and my story. Reviews, Favs/Follows are always appreciated.

I'll try to update every Saturday, but it just depends on what I manage to get done during the week. I'll also try and make each chapter long enough. I know I hate short chapters (can't stand them really), but I do want to have enough in them to keep you all happy.

Also, this is non-betaed and so any and all mistakes are my own. I apologize in advance for anything I mess up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stoked, no matter how much I wish I did, but then I'd probably run it right into the ground so… ^_^"

Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold = Texts/Calls

Sometimes, life is great; other times, life knows just where to hit you the hardest. This is one of those times, where it's just as it should be for me: perfect.

As I walked down the pier, the best feeling of joy washed over me. The smell of the ocean brought to me by the whipping winds relaxed me instantly. Deciding to stay was one of the best choices I've ever made; the top being getting my first tattoo for my 16th birthday a few months ago (Thank you straight A's!).

"Honey, the limo's here! Come on! We have to go," my mother yelled out to me.

I turned around and yelled back, "Coming!" Then I calmly walked back to the street where our limo was waiting. My little sister, Chloé, skipped over to me once I was close enough and calmly stated "Have fun watching waves you'll never get to surf, witch?"

"Tons. But at least it's just 2 weeks for me. You'll never get to play your video game all summer." I ground out as I bent over to look her in the face with a big fake smile. I may have been grounded for getting another two tatts (one below my breasts, which my father definitely didn't approve of but hey, what's done is done), but at least I didn't get in trouble for pranking Lucille, our maid, so badly she needed a vacation away from her; one without spiders. Chloé glared at me and whipped around, her pigtails slapping me in the face, and stomped back to the limo, getting in and slamming the door behind her. I rubbed by cheek as I shouted back although I knew it was a lost cause, "Ow! You brat! Got enough hairspray in there?!"

"Marianne, don't tease your sister." My father stated calmly as he got in the car, my mother following right behind him. I rolled my eyes and got into the car, smiling at the driver as he closed the door behind me softly. "We're a day late, but from what I've been hearing, it's a relief." My father stated as the limo drove smoothly to the resort.

"What do you mean, père?" Chloé questioned, too curious to stay mad.

"Apparently, Lauren threw a party last night. A party that lost control and reaped havoc all over the hotel. Claire told me James is far from happy," my mother replied with a small wince"

Far from happy? He's probably furious. I wonder what he did to Lo…

Lo and I have been best friends since we were in diapers, we were practically inseparable from then to when we were 8, when my family had to move away. You see, my dad was the owner and founder of a restaurant slash hotel chain, "Le Ciel Noir". It was so popular in British Columbia that my dad had to expand to other parts of Canada. My dad had a received huge business deal to build a restaurant in Ontario then expand to the States, and so we moved. It was a sad goodbye filled with tears, I didn't want to leave my best and only friend. It's been eight years since I last seen Lo in person, but we've kept close by texting and calling each other. With how many times I've moved since we left BC, I was never able to have a close friend, but Lo was always there for me.

"So I definitely won't see much of her this summer then…," I sulked as I crossed my arms and turned to look out the window at the passing scenery. My mother smiled sadly at me and placed her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly.

"Oh honey, don't say that. You'll get to spend time with her. James isn't going to lock her up all summer. Right Luc?" my mother's eyes sharply turned to meet my father, who wasn't paying attention as he was reading the newspaper.

"Of course dear. You'll see her, papillon. Just make sure that you" he pointed at me without looking up from the paper, "stay well behaved yourself."

Swallowing nervously, I nodded and uncrossed my arms to look at my hands, "Yes pére."

It's safe to say that the ride to the hotel was a quiet one after that.

We arrived at the hotel around a half hour later, the hotel manager, a tall, tanned, skinny blonde man wearing a purple, gold collared shirt, was waiting for us at the door with a bellhop, a dark skinned blonde teenager who grinned and waved at me as we approached the door. I waved back smiling before the manager began speaking.

"Hello and welcome Mr. and Mrs. Herveaux and family, we've been expecting you. My name is Andrew Baumer, please call me Andrew, and I'm the hotel day manager. Whatever you need, anything you need, please contact me. Mr. Ridgemount has requested that you stay in the penthouse suite with the family," Andrew then turned to the teen, whom was slouching but quickly straightened up as the man pointed to him, "Broseph, get their luggage and make sure it all gets to the penthouse."

Wow kiss-ass much, I giggled mutely behind my hand at my thoughts before smiling gently and placing a band behind my back.

"No problem, boss." The bellhop, who I now know as Broseph, smiled and went to the trunk to put our suitcases on the trolley, winking at me as he passed by, causing me to smile and blush lightly.

"Please follow me into the lobby and I'll show you all around," Andrew then led us inside and I froze instantly; to my shock and horror, the hotel was themed. I wanted to leave for the penthouse as soon as possible. The hotel looked so cheesy I couldn't stand it. I mean come on, a diamond encrusted surf board? Really? Whose idea was that?!

Andrew redirected my attention back to where the rest of my family were standing, I fast walked over, my heels clicking on the tile, as I caught the last bit of his sentence.

" – and this is Johnny, front desk guy. If you can't find me, or have any questions while you're down here, please go to him and he'll call me."

"Very nice. Andrew, thank you for the very warm welcome. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you to James. He'll be pleased to know just how well his staff are doing." My father stated, exceptionally pleased, with his hands behind his back as he started walking towards the elevator. "Come on kids. Time for a reunion."

We gathered into the elevator, my sister rushing to push the button, which I reached over and tapped before she did. As the doors closed, she glared at me and I looked up at the ceiling innocently, before harshly stepping on my toes, causing me to let out a short but loud yelp.

"You little troll!" I shouted before trying to grab at her. She hid behind out mother who was watching us with sharp blue eyes before she spoke to us in an equally sharp voice, "Girls that's enough."

We both looked at her frightened for any further punishment, then I turned back to my spot on the other side of my father and in unison in chastised voices mumbled, "Désolé maman."

She turned back to her phone after nodding once, making sure we'd stay out where we were.

As the elevator dinged at each floor, my heart began pumping faster and faster. It's been so long since I was here. Since I've seen Lo… and Ty. When I was younger, I had an innocent crush on him. He was so fascinated with taking pictures of everything, and everyone he seen; even George after he was born, although that interest quickly dwindled when he realized that babies didn't do much that was 'photo worthy' in his opinion.

From what Lo told me, his fascination turned into an 'obsession' (her word not mine), and he's still going strong with his photography. Even though he was only a year older than me, I knew I had no hope, I was still a little kid in his eyes. I missed them both so much when I was away. I know my reunion with Lo was going to be amazing, but what about Ty? Does he remember me as someone other than his annoying little sister's best friend?

Probably not. I mean, we were only kids then, I can't really expect much from him other than a hello and maybe even a brief hug, I thought.

I fiddled with my skirt and bit my lip as my nervousness grew, switching from standing straight to leaning on my left or right leg. Two floors left.

"Marianne, calm down. No need to get yourself worked up over this," my father said, placing his hand on my arm. I guess he noticed how nervous I was.

"Okay." I replied after taking a deep breath. Just then the elevator bell dinged and the doors slowly opened into the penthouse entry hall. My heart jumped into my chest as I seen an older woman that was dressed in the maid's uniform, standing there waiting for us. I squealed internally as I seen it was Rosie; I outwardly grinned as I rushed to hug her. She smiled back at me gently before giving me a quick hug back. "Rosie! I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too Marianne, but what I don't miss are the messes you and Lo managed to make on a daily basis." Her quick wit and dry humor had us all laughing, before my parents gave her each quick hugs, while my sister just waved shyly from behind my mother. Chloé was too young to remember her when we left, being 2 years old at the time.

"Follow me into the living room. Everyone's waiting for you…" Lo too? "well almost everyone. Lauren's not here. But you should be able to see her later on today, IF she's where she should be."

"And where's that?" I asked.

"Working in the DR. The Dining Room. It's her punishment for the summer."

Chloé giggled before she was quietly reprimanded by our mother. "You better be lucky you aren't working for the summer, young lady. You're quite old enough to have a small job of your own."

"But I'm only ten!"

"And?" My mother questioned with a raised brow and her hands on her hips, staring my sister down.

Chloé let out a small sigh and put her head down, "Nothing maman."

"This way please," Rosie interjected, and let us down the hall to the big double doors leading to the living room.

And thus ends chapter 1! I hope you guys liked it.

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