As Ryan lay in the poolhouse, the darkness of the night began to light up. The morning had began to break, and the sun was rising. A taping on the window was enough to wake the light sleeper. Ryan got up and stumbled to the door. He opened it, half-eyed, and saw a rough, dirty figure. "Hey bro".
"Trey?" Ryan was shellshocked. He hadn't spoken to his brother since last Thanksgiving, and that incident, well, let's say it could've gone better.
"Man, you have to help. Can I come in?" Trey pleaded with Ryan to let him in, but his younger sibling was reluctant.
"What? I mean, how?" A puzzled Ryan, still blocking Trey's path, stared into his eyes.
"It wasn't my idea! There was an escape plan to break out, somehow I was suckered into it. I didn't know what to do," answered Trey.
"You could've said no! What if the police find you?"
"Please bro, I have nowhere else to go. Mom abandoned me like you, she's still drinking I see," explained Trey, while Ryan was still unsure. "She wouldn't help or anything."
"And what makes you think I will? The last time we met, I was almost killed!" Ryan still protested Trey's presence.
"Because I have no where else to go. You're my little brother. If I could change what happened I would, but I've learnt my lesson." Trey's voice was softer than normal, and showed more feeling. Nevertheless, Ryan couldn't let him in. He still had a fire in his eyes, and showed it in his voice.
"And you're proving that how? By running away?"
"God, bro, what do you want? I'm sorry. Look, I'm begging you. You're my only hope." Something must've got through to Ryan. The fact that his brother was basically on his knees made him feel in control of his older sibling. But he had to much to risk. His new family, his new friends, school. And of course, Marissa.
"I'm sorry. You... can't stay here. If you get caught..."
"Oh man, c'mon. I won't get caught, as I said earlier, police checks are low around here! You know that!"
"I mean by them." Ryan pointed inside the kitchen window, where Kirsten, Sandy and Seth were happily having breakfast. As a disappointed and let down Trey sneaked off the Cohen estate, Ryan tried to look as blank as he ever did, yet he had something to hide this morning.
"Hey man, nice to see you up," Seth said cheerily. After he didn't get a response, he decided to carry on eating. "Nice to see you too," he said sarcastically to himself. Ryan was still quiet. This was pretty odd, usually he wasn't this quiet! He did have some sort of a vocabulary, after all.
"What?" Ryan eventually responded to Seth's already answered comment.
"Never mind. Hey, you know what today is?"
"What?"
"The last day of semester! And it couldn't have come at a better time! School lately has been weird, but you know, I have a feeling this holiday is gonna be awesome!" Seth was excited about the last day, but Ryan looked like he was more amused at the fruit bowl he'd been focused on all the time Seth was speaking.
"Oh, erm. Great." Ryan gave one of his trademark 'fake smiles', which Seth had already figured out, decoded and responded to.
"So, what's up, man? You've been quiet all morning. Well, I mean you're always quiet but today you look like you're staying quiet for Newport or something?" As Ryan looked up, and looked away again, Seth now knew something was wrong.
"Nothing is up. It's just..."
"What, dude?"
"It's... secret. I don't want anyone to know."
"What's this? The infamous Ryan Atwood has secrets? I could've swore you were the kind to get it in the open, let, nay, make the world hear what you have to say. So what's it about, dude? Marissa?" Seth was getting a little too involved for Ryan's likings.
"I tell you everything about me and Marissa?"
"What's your point?"
"OK, you don't need to know. Let it go?" Ryan grabbed his bag and ran out the door, with Seth closely tailing him.
"Trey?" Ryan was shellshocked. He hadn't spoken to his brother since last Thanksgiving, and that incident, well, let's say it could've gone better.
"Man, you have to help. Can I come in?" Trey pleaded with Ryan to let him in, but his younger sibling was reluctant.
"What? I mean, how?" A puzzled Ryan, still blocking Trey's path, stared into his eyes.
"It wasn't my idea! There was an escape plan to break out, somehow I was suckered into it. I didn't know what to do," answered Trey.
"You could've said no! What if the police find you?"
"Please bro, I have nowhere else to go. Mom abandoned me like you, she's still drinking I see," explained Trey, while Ryan was still unsure. "She wouldn't help or anything."
"And what makes you think I will? The last time we met, I was almost killed!" Ryan still protested Trey's presence.
"Because I have no where else to go. You're my little brother. If I could change what happened I would, but I've learnt my lesson." Trey's voice was softer than normal, and showed more feeling. Nevertheless, Ryan couldn't let him in. He still had a fire in his eyes, and showed it in his voice.
"And you're proving that how? By running away?"
"God, bro, what do you want? I'm sorry. Look, I'm begging you. You're my only hope." Something must've got through to Ryan. The fact that his brother was basically on his knees made him feel in control of his older sibling. But he had to much to risk. His new family, his new friends, school. And of course, Marissa.
"I'm sorry. You... can't stay here. If you get caught..."
"Oh man, c'mon. I won't get caught, as I said earlier, police checks are low around here! You know that!"
"I mean by them." Ryan pointed inside the kitchen window, where Kirsten, Sandy and Seth were happily having breakfast. As a disappointed and let down Trey sneaked off the Cohen estate, Ryan tried to look as blank as he ever did, yet he had something to hide this morning.
"Hey man, nice to see you up," Seth said cheerily. After he didn't get a response, he decided to carry on eating. "Nice to see you too," he said sarcastically to himself. Ryan was still quiet. This was pretty odd, usually he wasn't this quiet! He did have some sort of a vocabulary, after all.
"What?" Ryan eventually responded to Seth's already answered comment.
"Never mind. Hey, you know what today is?"
"What?"
"The last day of semester! And it couldn't have come at a better time! School lately has been weird, but you know, I have a feeling this holiday is gonna be awesome!" Seth was excited about the last day, but Ryan looked like he was more amused at the fruit bowl he'd been focused on all the time Seth was speaking.
"Oh, erm. Great." Ryan gave one of his trademark 'fake smiles', which Seth had already figured out, decoded and responded to.
"So, what's up, man? You've been quiet all morning. Well, I mean you're always quiet but today you look like you're staying quiet for Newport or something?" As Ryan looked up, and looked away again, Seth now knew something was wrong.
"Nothing is up. It's just..."
"What, dude?"
"It's... secret. I don't want anyone to know."
"What's this? The infamous Ryan Atwood has secrets? I could've swore you were the kind to get it in the open, let, nay, make the world hear what you have to say. So what's it about, dude? Marissa?" Seth was getting a little too involved for Ryan's likings.
"I tell you everything about me and Marissa?"
"What's your point?"
"OK, you don't need to know. Let it go?" Ryan grabbed his bag and ran out the door, with Seth closely tailing him.