Title: Unbalancing the Equation
By: SethCohenFan
Summary: Ryan is getting sick, but he doesn't admit it, and a family tragedy sends the entire Cohen family into a downward spiral. What will it take to get things back to normal? SS RM
Rating: PG-13 for now, because of language
Disclaimer: Let's see, does having a dream about writing a script for the OC count as owning it? Guess not, so I am still a penniless teenager, who only owns a million pictures of Adam Brody. So, thank you FOX for creating the OC... and if you like this and work for FOX, put a good word in for me!
A/n: Yeah, this is going to be in Seth POV most of the time unless it says so before hand, in which case it would most likely be in the POV of Ryan.
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Chapter 1: Sick? Not in My Vocabulary
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Boring, bored, boring. Three words to describe lunch today. I can't believe that I am actually looking around instead of talking to somebody. Summer and Marissa are of talking about something, but who listens to them anyways, right? Then there is Ryan. Ryan Atwood, my brother and best friend ever. As usual, he's asleep.
This has been normal, I mean recently he's been sleeping all the time, at lunch, at home, and I swear that he gets a full night's sleep; it isn't like he is up all hours of the night. It's kind of nerve racking, I think he may be getting sick, but getting him to actually admit it, heck, when it snows here, that'll happen.
I glanced at my watch; it would soon be time to get going back to class. I might as well wake him up. I reached across the table and gently shook Ryan's shoulder trying to wake him up. "Atwood, wake up."
A large yawn escaped Ryan's mouth as he slowly woke up. "Why'd ya wake me up?" he asked, still sounding extremely tired.
"Because its almost time to go, and I know you don't want to miss class." I said with a slight laugh.
"Oh," he responded in the middle of a yawn, "Thanks."
"No problem," I responded with a genuine smile. Even though I'm getting really worried about Ryan, I couldn't let him know that, could I? No, there was nothing I really should be worried about. He just wasn't getting enough sleep; that was it. He went to the pool house and just stayed awake all night. Nothing to be worried about.
I watched silently as Ryan stood up, obviously still exhausted, grabbed his stuff and left. I stayed, but not for too long seeing as I had ten minutes to find Summer to talk to her. I needed to talk to someone, even if it was Summer. Someone needed to know about Ryan.
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"Summer," I said, walking up to her. "There's something wrong, something really wrong."
Summer looked worried. Man, that was the wrong thing to say. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked. I could hear the worry in her voice.
"It's about Ry, I think he's getting sick."
I could see a spasm of relief flash across her face, but her face then changed to have a look of concern. "Sick? Are you sure?"
I nodded, not knowing exactly how to explain things. "He's sleeping. Way too much."
"It's the common symptoms of living with Seth Cohen," she laughed.
I wasn't very amused. "I'm serious Summer. He fell asleep during lunch. AGAIN!"
"Well what can we really do about it? We can't baby-sit him to make sure he is going to sleep at night."
I sighed. She was right, but there was still something wrong. "Thanks Summer," I said quickly as the bell rang. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran off.
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The day went normally, well as normal as any day possibly could and soon I found myself playing Playstation, alone. Something that I have gotten quite used to. "This has to be the millionth time I've beaten this game," I sighed out loud. Ryan was no where to be found, but I figured that he was somewhere doing absolutely nothing.
That was when mom walked in. "Hey Seth honey," she said, sitting down next to me on the couch.
"Hey," I said, pretending to be extremely into the game.
"Where's Ryan?" she asked. Such small talk.
"Sick," I said subconsciously, only realizing what I had said after I said it.
"Ryan's sick? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked worriedly.
That was stupid of me. Extremely stupid. I put the controller down. "At least I think he is."
"What?" she asked. I think I confused her. "So is he sick?"
"You won't get him to say that," I sighed.
"Explain," she said in one of those intimidating motherly tones.
"Well, he's been falling asleep at the most horrible times possible, and its been happening for a while and I don't want him to be really sick, because, well that would be bad, and bad is really bad. And he won't admit that he's sick, because you know Ryan and-"but I had been stopped.
"Seth, you're rambling." she said with a bit of a smile.
"Sorry, but I don't think he's not sleeping, I think he's really sick. It is just one of those feelings ya know."
Truthfully, I didn't know whether or not she really knew because all she did was hug me and pull one of those, "I'll go talk to him," things and hurried off.
I picked the controller back up. If only there was someone else around. Summer was out shopping with Marissa, something that I wouldn't do if my life depended on it. Shopping with two girls? Hell no. I could already tell that this was going to be a long long night.
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A/n: Well, that is kinda short, but it is where I want to draw the line. I think that the next chapter should be in Ryan's POV. I hope that you liked it, and if you did, please R&R because I like feedback, even if I do need a fire extinguisher to read them. Thanks again for reading!
Until later,
*~*SethCohenFan*~*
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By: SethCohenFan
Summary: Ryan is getting sick, but he doesn't admit it, and a family tragedy sends the entire Cohen family into a downward spiral. What will it take to get things back to normal? SS RM
Rating: PG-13 for now, because of language
Disclaimer: Let's see, does having a dream about writing a script for the OC count as owning it? Guess not, so I am still a penniless teenager, who only owns a million pictures of Adam Brody. So, thank you FOX for creating the OC... and if you like this and work for FOX, put a good word in for me!
A/n: Yeah, this is going to be in Seth POV most of the time unless it says so before hand, in which case it would most likely be in the POV of Ryan.
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Chapter 1: Sick? Not in My Vocabulary
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Boring, bored, boring. Three words to describe lunch today. I can't believe that I am actually looking around instead of talking to somebody. Summer and Marissa are of talking about something, but who listens to them anyways, right? Then there is Ryan. Ryan Atwood, my brother and best friend ever. As usual, he's asleep.
This has been normal, I mean recently he's been sleeping all the time, at lunch, at home, and I swear that he gets a full night's sleep; it isn't like he is up all hours of the night. It's kind of nerve racking, I think he may be getting sick, but getting him to actually admit it, heck, when it snows here, that'll happen.
I glanced at my watch; it would soon be time to get going back to class. I might as well wake him up. I reached across the table and gently shook Ryan's shoulder trying to wake him up. "Atwood, wake up."
A large yawn escaped Ryan's mouth as he slowly woke up. "Why'd ya wake me up?" he asked, still sounding extremely tired.
"Because its almost time to go, and I know you don't want to miss class." I said with a slight laugh.
"Oh," he responded in the middle of a yawn, "Thanks."
"No problem," I responded with a genuine smile. Even though I'm getting really worried about Ryan, I couldn't let him know that, could I? No, there was nothing I really should be worried about. He just wasn't getting enough sleep; that was it. He went to the pool house and just stayed awake all night. Nothing to be worried about.
I watched silently as Ryan stood up, obviously still exhausted, grabbed his stuff and left. I stayed, but not for too long seeing as I had ten minutes to find Summer to talk to her. I needed to talk to someone, even if it was Summer. Someone needed to know about Ryan.
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"Summer," I said, walking up to her. "There's something wrong, something really wrong."
Summer looked worried. Man, that was the wrong thing to say. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked. I could hear the worry in her voice.
"It's about Ry, I think he's getting sick."
I could see a spasm of relief flash across her face, but her face then changed to have a look of concern. "Sick? Are you sure?"
I nodded, not knowing exactly how to explain things. "He's sleeping. Way too much."
"It's the common symptoms of living with Seth Cohen," she laughed.
I wasn't very amused. "I'm serious Summer. He fell asleep during lunch. AGAIN!"
"Well what can we really do about it? We can't baby-sit him to make sure he is going to sleep at night."
I sighed. She was right, but there was still something wrong. "Thanks Summer," I said quickly as the bell rang. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran off.
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The day went normally, well as normal as any day possibly could and soon I found myself playing Playstation, alone. Something that I have gotten quite used to. "This has to be the millionth time I've beaten this game," I sighed out loud. Ryan was no where to be found, but I figured that he was somewhere doing absolutely nothing.
That was when mom walked in. "Hey Seth honey," she said, sitting down next to me on the couch.
"Hey," I said, pretending to be extremely into the game.
"Where's Ryan?" she asked. Such small talk.
"Sick," I said subconsciously, only realizing what I had said after I said it.
"Ryan's sick? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked worriedly.
That was stupid of me. Extremely stupid. I put the controller down. "At least I think he is."
"What?" she asked. I think I confused her. "So is he sick?"
"You won't get him to say that," I sighed.
"Explain," she said in one of those intimidating motherly tones.
"Well, he's been falling asleep at the most horrible times possible, and its been happening for a while and I don't want him to be really sick, because, well that would be bad, and bad is really bad. And he won't admit that he's sick, because you know Ryan and-"but I had been stopped.
"Seth, you're rambling." she said with a bit of a smile.
"Sorry, but I don't think he's not sleeping, I think he's really sick. It is just one of those feelings ya know."
Truthfully, I didn't know whether or not she really knew because all she did was hug me and pull one of those, "I'll go talk to him," things and hurried off.
I picked the controller back up. If only there was someone else around. Summer was out shopping with Marissa, something that I wouldn't do if my life depended on it. Shopping with two girls? Hell no. I could already tell that this was going to be a long long night.
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A/n: Well, that is kinda short, but it is where I want to draw the line. I think that the next chapter should be in Ryan's POV. I hope that you liked it, and if you did, please R&R because I like feedback, even if I do need a fire extinguisher to read them. Thanks again for reading!
Until later,
*~*SethCohenFan*~*
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