Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the O.C. and I probably never will. I
own the characters that I have made up. The O.C belongs to FOX.
Every chapter is from another character's point of view.
Chapter one: Jamie
"Come on dad!" I yell to dad, "Quit foolin' 'round!"
Dad is trying to jump a 6 foot gap over a flight of stairs.
"Watch this!" Dad says as he takes a run up towards the gap.
I stand about 5 feet away from the gap with my hands on my hips and say, "Go on then!"
He jumps the gap but the momentum carries him into a forward roll and back onto his feet.
I clap.
"Come on kid, wanna go for some ice cream?" Dad asks as he walks towards me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Sure!"
We walk towards the ice cream shack called 'The Snow Dome'.
"What ice cream you havin'?" Dad says just as we reach 'The Snow Dome'.
"Can I have Belgian chocolate with mint choc chip?" Dad gives me one of his 'as if' looks, "Please!"
He caves at the sight of my brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine!" He sighs.
"I love you dad!" I hug him.
He walks up to the shack and asks Nico for my order and his of rhubarb and custard ice cream!
"Urgh! Dad you're gross!" I whine.
"I know! I can't help it! You have to get used to it with mom's cooking!" Dad laughs.
I give him a punch on his shoulder.
"God Jamie you're strong!" Dad rubs his shoulder.
"Sorry did I hurt you?" I lean in to rub my dad's shoulder.
"Here's your order." Nico says when he approaches our table, "One Belgian choc with mint choc chip and one rhubarb and custard."
Nico hands the ice cream to us and walks back inside the shack.
"Thanks!" Dad shouts after him.
"No problem!" We hear from inside the shack.
As we start to eat our ice Mom walks up to us. She puts her finger to her lips telling me not to tell dad she was coming.
Mom puts her hands over dads eyes and says in a very deep manly voice, "Guess who?"
"I'd know those hands anywhere! Marissa!" Dad grabs Mom's hand and pulls her into to kiss her.
"Please don't do that!" I moan.
They break their kiss and mom sits down at the table in between dad and me.
"You wanna ice cream?" Dad asks mom.
"Ok! I'll have the same as Jamie then." She says envying my ice cream.
"Alright! Comin right up!" Dad jumps up out of his chair and walks towards 'The Snow Dome'.
"Hey mom I was thinkin'..."
Mom butts in, "Oh my god Jamie you were thinkin' don't think too hard you might hurt yourself!" She laughs.
"No mom seriously, I was thinkin' about my birthday and I was thinkin' that I could have a party!" I say.
"I don't know, I'll have to talk it over with your dad." Mom says.
Dad walks back towards the table holding mom's ice cream.
"My ears are burnin'!" Dad jokes.
"We were talkin' 'bout Jamie's birthday. She wants to have a party." Mom tells dad.
"Does she now?" Dad answers.
By this time I am hoping that dad will say yes. 'Please say yes!' I think. "Well... I suppose!" Dad says hesitantly.
"Thanks dad!" I lean over the table and give mom and dad a big hug.
I know what's comin' next. The story. Man! I heard that story a million times from mom, dad, grams, gramps, uncle Seth and aunt Summer. Here we go the story leading up to my birth...
Every chapter is from another character's point of view.
Chapter one: Jamie
"Come on dad!" I yell to dad, "Quit foolin' 'round!"
Dad is trying to jump a 6 foot gap over a flight of stairs.
"Watch this!" Dad says as he takes a run up towards the gap.
I stand about 5 feet away from the gap with my hands on my hips and say, "Go on then!"
He jumps the gap but the momentum carries him into a forward roll and back onto his feet.
I clap.
"Come on kid, wanna go for some ice cream?" Dad asks as he walks towards me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Sure!"
We walk towards the ice cream shack called 'The Snow Dome'.
"What ice cream you havin'?" Dad says just as we reach 'The Snow Dome'.
"Can I have Belgian chocolate with mint choc chip?" Dad gives me one of his 'as if' looks, "Please!"
He caves at the sight of my brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine!" He sighs.
"I love you dad!" I hug him.
He walks up to the shack and asks Nico for my order and his of rhubarb and custard ice cream!
"Urgh! Dad you're gross!" I whine.
"I know! I can't help it! You have to get used to it with mom's cooking!" Dad laughs.
I give him a punch on his shoulder.
"God Jamie you're strong!" Dad rubs his shoulder.
"Sorry did I hurt you?" I lean in to rub my dad's shoulder.
"Here's your order." Nico says when he approaches our table, "One Belgian choc with mint choc chip and one rhubarb and custard."
Nico hands the ice cream to us and walks back inside the shack.
"Thanks!" Dad shouts after him.
"No problem!" We hear from inside the shack.
As we start to eat our ice Mom walks up to us. She puts her finger to her lips telling me not to tell dad she was coming.
Mom puts her hands over dads eyes and says in a very deep manly voice, "Guess who?"
"I'd know those hands anywhere! Marissa!" Dad grabs Mom's hand and pulls her into to kiss her.
"Please don't do that!" I moan.
They break their kiss and mom sits down at the table in between dad and me.
"You wanna ice cream?" Dad asks mom.
"Ok! I'll have the same as Jamie then." She says envying my ice cream.
"Alright! Comin right up!" Dad jumps up out of his chair and walks towards 'The Snow Dome'.
"Hey mom I was thinkin'..."
Mom butts in, "Oh my god Jamie you were thinkin' don't think too hard you might hurt yourself!" She laughs.
"No mom seriously, I was thinkin' about my birthday and I was thinkin' that I could have a party!" I say.
"I don't know, I'll have to talk it over with your dad." Mom says.
Dad walks back towards the table holding mom's ice cream.
"My ears are burnin'!" Dad jokes.
"We were talkin' 'bout Jamie's birthday. She wants to have a party." Mom tells dad.
"Does she now?" Dad answers.
By this time I am hoping that dad will say yes. 'Please say yes!' I think. "Well... I suppose!" Dad says hesitantly.
"Thanks dad!" I lean over the table and give mom and dad a big hug.
I know what's comin' next. The story. Man! I heard that story a million times from mom, dad, grams, gramps, uncle Seth and aunt Summer. Here we go the story leading up to my birth...