A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Shouts to Television Without Pity for coming up with things like BoD and HoT. It's used here.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although if Ryan's choker were on eBay, I'd definitely buy it.
Part 2: Ryan's Lost Choker
Ryan Atwood is too good for me, now.
Him and I - we've been through it all. He never took me off, no matter what. I've been in hot showers, cold showers, rain and even one or twice - a pool. Hell, I was even in a fire! I was there when he stole that car, and that was ultimately the death of me. Not right away though.
I came to Newport with Ryan, along with the few other articles he pulled from the house of trash.
The old mattresses were pissed, but I'm sure they're still laying out on that lawn. He kept his faith in me when we stayed at the Cohen's for a few days. I thought we were buddies. I thought he felt naked without me! Which I've also seen, but that's a story in itself.
So yeah, the first two weeks were wonderful. The luxury! I got to go into showers that actually,
you know, stayed hot. At the HoT, the showers would go from hot to cold and hot to cold because A.J wouldn't get his ass off the god damned recliner and pick up a phone. Whatever. I joined Ryan as he swam in the infinity pool.
Then came Marissa. Marissa, Marissa, Marissa. You skinny little bitch. Ryan was supposed to go to cotillion with Anna Stern. Being a smart kid, he bows out. I'm thinking maybe it will be an easy night, watch Ryan play Sandy in some ninja games. Turns out - skinny ass didn't go either! So now Ryan and skinny ass can go together!
So Marissa comes over and she's all like - "are you gonna wear that choker to Cotillion?" Come on now, Ryan, buddy. Say YES. Say it!
"Oh, uh, this. Yeah. Nah. It was a dumb gift from Trey anyway."
And with that, my life was shattered into a million pieces. He untied me, opened the closet, and shoved me into the dark confines of his backpack. The backpack of despair.
And all because of Marissa. I'm not that angry, really.
THAT FUCKING BITCH!
She didnt' tell him to ditch the wristcuff, did she? Nooo. "Oh, don't take off the wristcuff."
Why? What's so different, huh? Were you mad because I'm just as thin as you? You jealous bitch!
Yeah, I'm not really all that angry. It comes in spurts.
Life in the backpack of despair really isn't all that bad. It smells like old cigarettes, smoke and home. And that's where I wish we were right now, if it meant Ryan would wear me.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although if Ryan's choker were on eBay, I'd definitely buy it.
Part 2: Ryan's Lost Choker
Ryan Atwood is too good for me, now.
Him and I - we've been through it all. He never took me off, no matter what. I've been in hot showers, cold showers, rain and even one or twice - a pool. Hell, I was even in a fire! I was there when he stole that car, and that was ultimately the death of me. Not right away though.
I came to Newport with Ryan, along with the few other articles he pulled from the house of trash.
The old mattresses were pissed, but I'm sure they're still laying out on that lawn. He kept his faith in me when we stayed at the Cohen's for a few days. I thought we were buddies. I thought he felt naked without me! Which I've also seen, but that's a story in itself.
So yeah, the first two weeks were wonderful. The luxury! I got to go into showers that actually,
you know, stayed hot. At the HoT, the showers would go from hot to cold and hot to cold because A.J wouldn't get his ass off the god damned recliner and pick up a phone. Whatever. I joined Ryan as he swam in the infinity pool.
Then came Marissa. Marissa, Marissa, Marissa. You skinny little bitch. Ryan was supposed to go to cotillion with Anna Stern. Being a smart kid, he bows out. I'm thinking maybe it will be an easy night, watch Ryan play Sandy in some ninja games. Turns out - skinny ass didn't go either! So now Ryan and skinny ass can go together!
So Marissa comes over and she's all like - "are you gonna wear that choker to Cotillion?" Come on now, Ryan, buddy. Say YES. Say it!
"Oh, uh, this. Yeah. Nah. It was a dumb gift from Trey anyway."
And with that, my life was shattered into a million pieces. He untied me, opened the closet, and shoved me into the dark confines of his backpack. The backpack of despair.
And all because of Marissa. I'm not that angry, really.
THAT FUCKING BITCH!
She didnt' tell him to ditch the wristcuff, did she? Nooo. "Oh, don't take off the wristcuff."
Why? What's so different, huh? Were you mad because I'm just as thin as you? You jealous bitch!
Yeah, I'm not really all that angry. It comes in spurts.
Life in the backpack of despair really isn't all that bad. It smells like old cigarettes, smoke and home. And that's where I wish we were right now, if it meant Ryan would wear me.