A/N: Since this isn't very popular, I've decided to make it just a oneshot. I was reading it over, and it works just fine as a oneshot. So yeah. Unless a whole bunch of people are dying for more, I'm keeping it like this. Sorry...
The salty waves pooled in around his ankles, licking at his bare feet as Oliver Oken stood at the edge of the ocean. Already he could feel his muscles relaxing from his previous, tense argument as the ocean breeze flowed through his shoulder-length brunette hair.
Sick gray and puke-green clouds moved in overhead, chilling the atmosphere even more, and darkening the once clear blue, cloudless sky. A signal, no doubt, of an uprising storm. But Oliver, with his what Miley called 'boy brain', was too angry and too stupid to care.
The teenager had been shaking only moments before at his home, where heated conversations and slamming of doors and pounding of fists and…and….Oliver shook the memory from his mind. He had stormed out, a desperate and sure escape, and had exclaimed the lie that he was 'going to Lilly's.'
He loved visiting Lilly, but there was no way he could have dumped his family problems on her. No way he could have come crying to her. No way. Just no way. Lilly couldn't resolve his issues. Neither could the ocean, but at least the ocean couldn't judge him. Surfing was his best outlet lately.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, attempting to block out everything that had just happened. At this point, he only wished to forget about it. To leave it behind him, and pretend, for just awhile, that it hadn't happened to him.
Without any regrets, he sprang forward with his white and blue surfboard, into the cold, black, perilous sheets of water. Once in deeper water, he climbed up on top of the board and paddled forward.
It didn't take long. An enormous wave rose up from the sea, like a giant silhouette of some scary sea monster. Oliver knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was too huge. He took it on anyway. What did it matter, really??
It happened in a frightening flash of lightening. A blink of an eye. Suddenly Oliver had been yanked underwater, unable to swim back up for air. Down, down, down, the ocean took him in, adopting him as its own, as cold rain and hail began to pour from the crying clouds. Crying. Crying from all the chaos on Earth. Crying because the thunder had given them a headache. Crying because the lightening had become annoying. Crying because Oliver Oscar Oken had been kidnapped. Kidnapped, never to be found. Not alive, at least.
Maybe Oliver had been wrong. Maybe the ocean could judge him? Maybe the ocean was angry, too? Maybe, though, it should have swallowed the real criminals, his Mother, and his Father, and not Oliver?
