Ryan shook his head as he carried Vickie in from the Rover. When she said
she was going to get drunk and fine a Newport guy, she was right. She was
completely passed out and Ryan could imagine the hangover she was going to
have in the morning.
"Ryan."
He jumped as he reached the pool house door, when he heard his name echoed. He spun around to be faced with not two, but three demon children. The twins, Lucy and Laura and of course Uncle Max's little girl, Lolita. It occurred to Ryan, in his buzzed state that their names all were slightly similar to Lucifer. He chuckled at his own conclusion.
Lucy shook her head. "Baaaaad Ryan."
"Getting Cousin Vickie drunk." Laura finished wearing the same evil expression as her sister.
Lolita clucked her tongue. "He probably did it to fulfill all the dirty ideas that are in his dirty dirty mind."
Ryan may have been slightly buzzed but he knew exactly what they were saying. "I did not, she did this by herself."
Lucy ignored his explanation. "I bet Auntie Sandra would be quite angry that Ryan would even think of doing things like that!"
They all turned to leave in a huff.
"Wait!" Ryan yelped. "First of all, its Cousin Sandra, she is not my aunt, well she isn't my cousin in the first place. . ." Ryan stopped; he was starting to ramble like Seth. "And secondly, what would I have to do to have you leave me alone and not prank, or 'rat' me out?"
One of the girls called a quick huddle, which struck Ryan and funny, but he quickly concealed it, he didn't want the girls to be even angrier. They quickly popped out of their huddle and grinned.
"Leave Seth alone and become a mute. We don't want to see you, hear you, or even know you are in the room. Stay in the pool house for the next week and don't come out, except for meals which is considered dinner and that's it." Laura announced.
Ryan slowly blinked. "You are turning me into a hermit?"
Lolita shrugged. "If that's what you wish to call it, Chino trash."
Ryan felt his blood begin to boil. He may not be the one to go around California and scream 'Go to Chino! It's the best place in the world!', but it was still his hometown, even in the Cohen's was his real home and he was most definitely not Chino trash.
Lucy smirked. "Or better yet, you could just leave Newport, you unwanted, fortune sucking leech."
Ryan licked his lips. He did not like being pushed around by people who were supposed to be his family. He didn't put up with it when it came from Luke and his numbskull friends but it looked like he would have to when it came to these stuck up girls. "I'm home. I'll stay in the pool house, but I'm not leaving. Why don't you just go back to the house and pretend I'm not alive."
The girls glared at him. "Fine. We hope you rot in hell Ryan."
Ryan smirked. "After you, my dearest cousins."
The smirks fell off their faces as they walked toward the house. Ryan sighed as he walked into the pool house and laid Vickie onto his bed, and took the cot, which had replaced the couch. Oh yes, this was going to be the visit from hell.
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"Ryan?"
Ryan groaned as he heard his name. He hadn't slept well the night before. He had too much on his mind, and he missed the bed he had graciously given to Vickie. "What!" He snapped covering his head with the sheet that flowed over his body.
"You didn't have to give me your bed." He heard Vickie mumble. He felt the bed sag slightly by his feet, signaling she had sat down.
He looked over the sheet and dropped it. "No problem. It's not like this cot is uncomfortable." He excused.
Vickie scoffed. "Yes it is. I had to sleep on it the last three visits I came here."
Ryan nodded. "Yes it is."
Vickie laughed. "Get up; its breakfast time and Granny made pancakes, French toast, waffles, hash browns, bacon and almost any other breakfast food on the planet. If you asked her, Granny would probably run out and cook you a steak. I can tell she likes you."
Ryan groaned. That sounded really good, but the twins would have his head if he went in there. "I think I'll pass on the steak."
Vickie's eyebrows went up. "You can't miss this! This is Granny's 'Ryan's Welcome' breakfast! There is also a Welcome Ryan lunch and Dinner planned! I bet she even has appetizers, but stay away from them. None of the grandchildren have been known to stomach them." Vickie pouted and made a sad puppy face. "She'll be so upset."
Ryan groaned and got up. He walked over to a drawer and opened it only to find it empty. He frowned and opened the next, empty. He walked over to the little closet and opened it.
"Empty! Where are my clothes!" He yelled staring down Vickie.
Vickie raised her hands surrendering. "I didn't do anything to them! I swear! I borrowed one wife beater last night to wear after the party that's in the wash and that's it."
Ryan looked around suspiciously as he heard the dryer from the back room buzz.
"Did you put anything in the dryer?" Ryan asked skeptically.
Vickie shook her head as both of them raced to the back room and opened the dryer. Ryan frowned he pulled out all of his clothes out of the dryer.
Vickie's jaw dropped. "Shrunk." She whispered. Ryan pulled all of his clothes out of the dryer. His shirts, his wife beaters, his jeans, his boxers.
"Oh for God sake!" Ryan yelled. "My socks?!"
Vickie swallowed as they both raced to the kitchen to see that everyone was in gathered eating peaceful.
Ryan's face by now was red. "Ok! That's it!"
The smile on Kirsten's face dropped off. "Ryan, why didn't you put anything on? We have guests."
Seth nodded as he looked up from his pancakes. "Yea man. Like I'm sure Marissa likes your boxers, but I'm not sure Granny does."
Ryan shot him a look, his eyes moving around the kitchen for the twins. His eyes finally settled on them standing beside Sandy. "You!" He yelled. "You ruined ALL of my clothes! I've had enough!"
The twins pouted. "We thought we should cleanse them because they looked dirty."
Sandy frowned and looked down at his nieces. "Oh?"
"Ok, enough that's enough." Ryan said walking into the middle of the room. "I have an announcement. I've been arrested before, I've been in jail. I met Sandy because he was my lawyer and I've had enough of hiding it."
The twins looked completely shocked. They looked at each other in amazement, in hopes the other knew what to do.
Granny looked up from her skillet and turned off the element. "Sandy, honey, is that true?"
Sandy nodded. "He was one of my cases and we took him in. He's a good kid and was innocent."
Granny bit her lip and walked over to Ryan cautiously, who was preparing himself for the worst. He swallowed. Oh God, not pepper spray.
"Oh you poor dear!" She wailed slipping her arms around his middle and squeezing him tight. "Oh my baby!"
Ryan opened his eyes in shock and looked down at her. "It's ok. I'm fine now." He explained sighing in relief. "Really. Sandy and Kirsten take good care of me."
Seth snorted into his pancakes shaking his head. It figures. Ryan in his boxers and a little old lady squeezing him tight around the middle.
"What!" One of the twins shrieked. "You mean after everything we've done you aren't going to do anything?"
All the adults' attention moved to the twins and Uncle Max's girl.
Kirsten licked her lips. "You mean he wasn't lying about his clothes?"
Ryan immediately realized Granny had let go of him. "Oh, you naughty girls! You are being sent home right away. Picking on poor little Ryan who has never done anything to you."
Uncle Max glared at his daughter. "I thought I taught you better Lolita. Get up those stairs before I think twice and send you home also."
All three of them raced up the stairs as quickly as their little legs could carry them
"I'm sorry Ryan my boy." Uncle Max said shaking his head and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I thought my daughter knew better."
Seth rolled his eyes. "I thought I knew my cousins. I was obviously wrong."
Ryan shrugged and bit his lip nervously.
Grandpa Sam turned around. "I know this may not be the best time but, pancakes anyone?"
Ryan smiled as his family shook their head and reached to grab more food. After all of that, they still liked him. The only thing he hoped was that they liked him after the week was over. He groaned one last time as he maneuvered around relatives to grab some cereal. He had six more days until the week was over.
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A/N: *grins and nods* Ryan's nightmare is FAR from over! Muah ha ha ha ha ha! I'm too evil to him. Here's a clue to the next chapter-Ryan's clothes are ruined, so he must do the scariest thing in the world to a guy . . . without Marissa. Muah ha ha ha ha! Poor Ryan, I'm sure before the end of this visit, Ryan would want to commit suicide, but he won't. I promise. By the way, this Chapter, is probably my worst, and I'm really sorry about that ok?
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"Ryan."
He jumped as he reached the pool house door, when he heard his name echoed. He spun around to be faced with not two, but three demon children. The twins, Lucy and Laura and of course Uncle Max's little girl, Lolita. It occurred to Ryan, in his buzzed state that their names all were slightly similar to Lucifer. He chuckled at his own conclusion.
Lucy shook her head. "Baaaaad Ryan."
"Getting Cousin Vickie drunk." Laura finished wearing the same evil expression as her sister.
Lolita clucked her tongue. "He probably did it to fulfill all the dirty ideas that are in his dirty dirty mind."
Ryan may have been slightly buzzed but he knew exactly what they were saying. "I did not, she did this by herself."
Lucy ignored his explanation. "I bet Auntie Sandra would be quite angry that Ryan would even think of doing things like that!"
They all turned to leave in a huff.
"Wait!" Ryan yelped. "First of all, its Cousin Sandra, she is not my aunt, well she isn't my cousin in the first place. . ." Ryan stopped; he was starting to ramble like Seth. "And secondly, what would I have to do to have you leave me alone and not prank, or 'rat' me out?"
One of the girls called a quick huddle, which struck Ryan and funny, but he quickly concealed it, he didn't want the girls to be even angrier. They quickly popped out of their huddle and grinned.
"Leave Seth alone and become a mute. We don't want to see you, hear you, or even know you are in the room. Stay in the pool house for the next week and don't come out, except for meals which is considered dinner and that's it." Laura announced.
Ryan slowly blinked. "You are turning me into a hermit?"
Lolita shrugged. "If that's what you wish to call it, Chino trash."
Ryan felt his blood begin to boil. He may not be the one to go around California and scream 'Go to Chino! It's the best place in the world!', but it was still his hometown, even in the Cohen's was his real home and he was most definitely not Chino trash.
Lucy smirked. "Or better yet, you could just leave Newport, you unwanted, fortune sucking leech."
Ryan licked his lips. He did not like being pushed around by people who were supposed to be his family. He didn't put up with it when it came from Luke and his numbskull friends but it looked like he would have to when it came to these stuck up girls. "I'm home. I'll stay in the pool house, but I'm not leaving. Why don't you just go back to the house and pretend I'm not alive."
The girls glared at him. "Fine. We hope you rot in hell Ryan."
Ryan smirked. "After you, my dearest cousins."
The smirks fell off their faces as they walked toward the house. Ryan sighed as he walked into the pool house and laid Vickie onto his bed, and took the cot, which had replaced the couch. Oh yes, this was going to be the visit from hell.
~*~
"Ryan?"
Ryan groaned as he heard his name. He hadn't slept well the night before. He had too much on his mind, and he missed the bed he had graciously given to Vickie. "What!" He snapped covering his head with the sheet that flowed over his body.
"You didn't have to give me your bed." He heard Vickie mumble. He felt the bed sag slightly by his feet, signaling she had sat down.
He looked over the sheet and dropped it. "No problem. It's not like this cot is uncomfortable." He excused.
Vickie scoffed. "Yes it is. I had to sleep on it the last three visits I came here."
Ryan nodded. "Yes it is."
Vickie laughed. "Get up; its breakfast time and Granny made pancakes, French toast, waffles, hash browns, bacon and almost any other breakfast food on the planet. If you asked her, Granny would probably run out and cook you a steak. I can tell she likes you."
Ryan groaned. That sounded really good, but the twins would have his head if he went in there. "I think I'll pass on the steak."
Vickie's eyebrows went up. "You can't miss this! This is Granny's 'Ryan's Welcome' breakfast! There is also a Welcome Ryan lunch and Dinner planned! I bet she even has appetizers, but stay away from them. None of the grandchildren have been known to stomach them." Vickie pouted and made a sad puppy face. "She'll be so upset."
Ryan groaned and got up. He walked over to a drawer and opened it only to find it empty. He frowned and opened the next, empty. He walked over to the little closet and opened it.
"Empty! Where are my clothes!" He yelled staring down Vickie.
Vickie raised her hands surrendering. "I didn't do anything to them! I swear! I borrowed one wife beater last night to wear after the party that's in the wash and that's it."
Ryan looked around suspiciously as he heard the dryer from the back room buzz.
"Did you put anything in the dryer?" Ryan asked skeptically.
Vickie shook her head as both of them raced to the back room and opened the dryer. Ryan frowned he pulled out all of his clothes out of the dryer.
Vickie's jaw dropped. "Shrunk." She whispered. Ryan pulled all of his clothes out of the dryer. His shirts, his wife beaters, his jeans, his boxers.
"Oh for God sake!" Ryan yelled. "My socks?!"
Vickie swallowed as they both raced to the kitchen to see that everyone was in gathered eating peaceful.
Ryan's face by now was red. "Ok! That's it!"
The smile on Kirsten's face dropped off. "Ryan, why didn't you put anything on? We have guests."
Seth nodded as he looked up from his pancakes. "Yea man. Like I'm sure Marissa likes your boxers, but I'm not sure Granny does."
Ryan shot him a look, his eyes moving around the kitchen for the twins. His eyes finally settled on them standing beside Sandy. "You!" He yelled. "You ruined ALL of my clothes! I've had enough!"
The twins pouted. "We thought we should cleanse them because they looked dirty."
Sandy frowned and looked down at his nieces. "Oh?"
"Ok, enough that's enough." Ryan said walking into the middle of the room. "I have an announcement. I've been arrested before, I've been in jail. I met Sandy because he was my lawyer and I've had enough of hiding it."
The twins looked completely shocked. They looked at each other in amazement, in hopes the other knew what to do.
Granny looked up from her skillet and turned off the element. "Sandy, honey, is that true?"
Sandy nodded. "He was one of my cases and we took him in. He's a good kid and was innocent."
Granny bit her lip and walked over to Ryan cautiously, who was preparing himself for the worst. He swallowed. Oh God, not pepper spray.
"Oh you poor dear!" She wailed slipping her arms around his middle and squeezing him tight. "Oh my baby!"
Ryan opened his eyes in shock and looked down at her. "It's ok. I'm fine now." He explained sighing in relief. "Really. Sandy and Kirsten take good care of me."
Seth snorted into his pancakes shaking his head. It figures. Ryan in his boxers and a little old lady squeezing him tight around the middle.
"What!" One of the twins shrieked. "You mean after everything we've done you aren't going to do anything?"
All the adults' attention moved to the twins and Uncle Max's girl.
Kirsten licked her lips. "You mean he wasn't lying about his clothes?"
Ryan immediately realized Granny had let go of him. "Oh, you naughty girls! You are being sent home right away. Picking on poor little Ryan who has never done anything to you."
Uncle Max glared at his daughter. "I thought I taught you better Lolita. Get up those stairs before I think twice and send you home also."
All three of them raced up the stairs as quickly as their little legs could carry them
"I'm sorry Ryan my boy." Uncle Max said shaking his head and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I thought my daughter knew better."
Seth rolled his eyes. "I thought I knew my cousins. I was obviously wrong."
Ryan shrugged and bit his lip nervously.
Grandpa Sam turned around. "I know this may not be the best time but, pancakes anyone?"
Ryan smiled as his family shook their head and reached to grab more food. After all of that, they still liked him. The only thing he hoped was that they liked him after the week was over. He groaned one last time as he maneuvered around relatives to grab some cereal. He had six more days until the week was over.
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A/N: *grins and nods* Ryan's nightmare is FAR from over! Muah ha ha ha ha ha! I'm too evil to him. Here's a clue to the next chapter-Ryan's clothes are ruined, so he must do the scariest thing in the world to a guy . . . without Marissa. Muah ha ha ha ha! Poor Ryan, I'm sure before the end of this visit, Ryan would want to commit suicide, but he won't. I promise. By the way, this Chapter, is probably my worst, and I'm really sorry about that ok?
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Toodles