It was the next day, and the foursome were bored in the poolhouse. Ryan was walking up and down the room frantically, and Marissa was lying in a trance on the bed. Seth and Summer were in their own world, until Summer noticed Marissa. Seth quickly fell in line.
"So, erm, if something's up or anything we don't even have to do anything tonight?" Neither Marissa nor Ryan noticed. "Guys?" Summer walked over to Marissa, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Coop? Something wrong? Cos you can tell me..."
"No, I'm...
"I just think she didn't get much sleep last night. You know, last day of semester and everything? Right Marissa?" He just casually winked at her, which Summer did notice.
"Oh, yeah. That's all, I just couldn't get too sleep. Too much excitement. I'm OK, really."
"Oh. OH! Well, erm, I don't really... look, why don't we just hang out here tonight?" Seth poked Summer and she quickly responded, "I mean my house. Yeah, that's good." The others lookd pretty strangely at her, who just smiled, then Ryan and Marissa both nodded their heads. "OK, so I'll ring you, Coop. Have fun. I mean, never mind." Summer just left the pool house after a weird situation, leaving the other 3.
"So..." Seth wasn't dead sure he should be there.
"Yeah..." Then again, neither was Ryan.
"I should... you know?" And of course, Marissa wasn't either.
"I see. Well you should." Seth tried to act normal, but the tension in the air was unescapeable.
"Yeah, so tonight." Ryan broke it, and Marissa simply nodded and exited the pool house. As did Seth afterwards, who went back up to his room. He knew something was up. He wasn't as gullable as Summer. He could see through Ryan's protective shell, just not far enough.
It was getting late into the night, and the main part of town was pretty much empty. The shops were closing and the beach was a rare sight with no people. Trey was walking through the town, hiding behind anything he could. He still had his convict uniform on, so he wasn't exactly blending in with the people around him. He hid behind a white truck and watched a couple walk by. After they left, he got out and looked at them, backing up as he did. He started running backwards, then turned around, and hit someone.
"Hey watch where you're going, man!" It was Donnie. He must've just finished packing up at the Crab Shack. "Hey, you're..."
"I need to go, erm, seeya!" Trey started running in the opposite direction, while Donnie tried to shout him. Trey was going as fast as he could, until he heard Donnie again.
"You from Chino?" Trey started to slow down. He started thinking, someone from Newport wouldn't care if they were from Chino if they saw that kinda uniform. Trey turned around, and stared at Donnie. "You know Ryan Atwood?"
"How'd you know Ryan?" Trey was curious how a guy in Newport even knew Chino, let alone someone from it.
"He used to work over there, the Crab Shack? I work there. How'd you know him" Trey had a look of anger in his face.
"He's my little brother. I'm Trey," he replied. Donnie was gobsmacked. He hadn't spoken to Ryan in so long, and here he was speaking to his brother. "And you are?"
"Donnie. I'm from Corona."
"Oh, cool man. Not too far away from Chino. So I take it Newport isn't really your style then?"
"It's a living, eh? Well, I see you aren't doing too good for yourself. If you need anything, you know where to find me, OK?" The two strangers had become pretty good friends in that night, and it was only their hometowns and lifestyles that had brought the together.
"You try telling Ryan that!" Trey was still pissed at his brother. He would've thought he'd be there for him, but I guess the wealth got to him. Trey didn't blame him, he was doing good for himself. But that didn't mean forgetting your family and friends.
"So you guys not on good terms then?"
"I'm the reason he got busted." Donnie felt a little compassion for Trey, but then understood Ryan's point of view.
"Oh, man. I'm sorry. Well, you ain't set me up, so like I said. If you need anything..."
"Erm, you got any better clothes. This garbage doesn't look too good in this crowd." Donnie nodded and walked into the restaurant. He came back out with a shirt, some pants and a baseball cap, and then handed them to Trey.
"You can get changed inside if you want?"
"Thanks man, I dunno how to re-pay you!"
"You can tag along to a party? It's gonna be crazy, man. Wild girls, lots of alcohol, no worries, man!"
"Sure man, anything to get me out of this place." Trey and Donnie walked back into the Crab Shack, and Trey changed while Donnie was looking out of the window. The odd late night party-goer walked by, but didn't notice the bright orange uniform Trey had once wore. One Trey was full clothed, they walked out of the store and Donnie locked up. Trey grabbed his clothes, tore them apart and binned them. Then they headed down the street to Donnie's car, and they left.
"Dad? Hello? Yeah, I'll be right there. No, I was just hanging out with friends, you know? OK, I'll get home ASAP." Luke got off the phone to his dad and wondered around the empty town. He started down the beach, and something caught his eye. He walked over to the restaurant where Donnie and Trey were, and noticed the convict uniform in the bin. He fished it out, and recognized the name.
"Trey... Atwood? Oh damn." He picked out his phone and rang his dad. "Look, I'm gonna be a little late, something's come up. I'm sorry, dad. OK, I'll ring you, bye." Luke put his phone back, and, with the uniform, ran to the Cohen's.
"So, erm, if something's up or anything we don't even have to do anything tonight?" Neither Marissa nor Ryan noticed. "Guys?" Summer walked over to Marissa, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Coop? Something wrong? Cos you can tell me..."
"No, I'm...
"I just think she didn't get much sleep last night. You know, last day of semester and everything? Right Marissa?" He just casually winked at her, which Summer did notice.
"Oh, yeah. That's all, I just couldn't get too sleep. Too much excitement. I'm OK, really."
"Oh. OH! Well, erm, I don't really... look, why don't we just hang out here tonight?" Seth poked Summer and she quickly responded, "I mean my house. Yeah, that's good." The others lookd pretty strangely at her, who just smiled, then Ryan and Marissa both nodded their heads. "OK, so I'll ring you, Coop. Have fun. I mean, never mind." Summer just left the pool house after a weird situation, leaving the other 3.
"So..." Seth wasn't dead sure he should be there.
"Yeah..." Then again, neither was Ryan.
"I should... you know?" And of course, Marissa wasn't either.
"I see. Well you should." Seth tried to act normal, but the tension in the air was unescapeable.
"Yeah, so tonight." Ryan broke it, and Marissa simply nodded and exited the pool house. As did Seth afterwards, who went back up to his room. He knew something was up. He wasn't as gullable as Summer. He could see through Ryan's protective shell, just not far enough.
It was getting late into the night, and the main part of town was pretty much empty. The shops were closing and the beach was a rare sight with no people. Trey was walking through the town, hiding behind anything he could. He still had his convict uniform on, so he wasn't exactly blending in with the people around him. He hid behind a white truck and watched a couple walk by. After they left, he got out and looked at them, backing up as he did. He started running backwards, then turned around, and hit someone.
"Hey watch where you're going, man!" It was Donnie. He must've just finished packing up at the Crab Shack. "Hey, you're..."
"I need to go, erm, seeya!" Trey started running in the opposite direction, while Donnie tried to shout him. Trey was going as fast as he could, until he heard Donnie again.
"You from Chino?" Trey started to slow down. He started thinking, someone from Newport wouldn't care if they were from Chino if they saw that kinda uniform. Trey turned around, and stared at Donnie. "You know Ryan Atwood?"
"How'd you know Ryan?" Trey was curious how a guy in Newport even knew Chino, let alone someone from it.
"He used to work over there, the Crab Shack? I work there. How'd you know him" Trey had a look of anger in his face.
"He's my little brother. I'm Trey," he replied. Donnie was gobsmacked. He hadn't spoken to Ryan in so long, and here he was speaking to his brother. "And you are?"
"Donnie. I'm from Corona."
"Oh, cool man. Not too far away from Chino. So I take it Newport isn't really your style then?"
"It's a living, eh? Well, I see you aren't doing too good for yourself. If you need anything, you know where to find me, OK?" The two strangers had become pretty good friends in that night, and it was only their hometowns and lifestyles that had brought the together.
"You try telling Ryan that!" Trey was still pissed at his brother. He would've thought he'd be there for him, but I guess the wealth got to him. Trey didn't blame him, he was doing good for himself. But that didn't mean forgetting your family and friends.
"So you guys not on good terms then?"
"I'm the reason he got busted." Donnie felt a little compassion for Trey, but then understood Ryan's point of view.
"Oh, man. I'm sorry. Well, you ain't set me up, so like I said. If you need anything..."
"Erm, you got any better clothes. This garbage doesn't look too good in this crowd." Donnie nodded and walked into the restaurant. He came back out with a shirt, some pants and a baseball cap, and then handed them to Trey.
"You can get changed inside if you want?"
"Thanks man, I dunno how to re-pay you!"
"You can tag along to a party? It's gonna be crazy, man. Wild girls, lots of alcohol, no worries, man!"
"Sure man, anything to get me out of this place." Trey and Donnie walked back into the Crab Shack, and Trey changed while Donnie was looking out of the window. The odd late night party-goer walked by, but didn't notice the bright orange uniform Trey had once wore. One Trey was full clothed, they walked out of the store and Donnie locked up. Trey grabbed his clothes, tore them apart and binned them. Then they headed down the street to Donnie's car, and they left.
"Dad? Hello? Yeah, I'll be right there. No, I was just hanging out with friends, you know? OK, I'll get home ASAP." Luke got off the phone to his dad and wondered around the empty town. He started down the beach, and something caught his eye. He walked over to the restaurant where Donnie and Trey were, and noticed the convict uniform in the bin. He fished it out, and recognized the name.
"Trey... Atwood? Oh damn." He picked out his phone and rang his dad. "Look, I'm gonna be a little late, something's come up. I'm sorry, dad. OK, I'll ring you, bye." Luke put his phone back, and, with the uniform, ran to the Cohen's.