Hey everyone, ehh.. this chapter did not turn out as well as I thought I would, oh well, I will try again next time right. I am glad, you all like Ryan in this story, I wish Ryan was a little bit more like this on the show, but hey, I'm not complaining.
"You going to that lame ass fall fest party tonight?" Luke asked Ryan as they ran laps around the soccer field early Saturday morning.
"Not if I can help it, but I doubt I can get out of it," Ryan sighed, "but you're going right?"
"My mom is making me," Luke replied, "My brothers are at my grandma's for the weekend, and my mom said she doesn't trust me to stay home alone, she says I will throw a party."
"Well, you would."
"Shut up Chino, you would get the most hammered."
"I would get hammered, and then laid, so it's all good."
Luke just playfully punched him and laughed, Ryan did always have a way with the ladies.
Ryan and Lorraine stepped into the Cohen household after soccer practice, only to hear Sandy and Kirsten arguing in the kitchen.
"Sandy, you're going to that party tonight."
"Honey, I have tons of work to do, I will never get it all finished before your fathers hearing, I can't go."
"You have been working, all day and all night for the last week, you can take a couple hours out to spend some time with your family."
"Family time?" Sandy scoffed, "Kirsten, you're kidding, you call your newpsies parties, family time? If I wanted family time, I would rent "Over The Top", and the five of us would sit down and watch it together, or we could go to Vegas, you know how much I love the Vegas, but these parties, no, not considered family time."
"Why isn't it family time, the five of us go together."
"We might arrive together, but ten minutes into the evening, Ryan, Seth and Lorraine, are off stealing alcohol and sneaking off into vacant bedrooms, and were pretending to like the people at the party, and more specifically, I am pretending to like your father. God that gives me the chills."
"You Know Sandy…" Kristen started before she was interrupted, by Ryan.
"I hope were not interrupting anything," Ryan joked as he opened the refrigerator and retrieved two bottles of Gatorade.
"No, actually you're not, just letting your father know, the five of us have to be ready by 7 for that party tonight." Kirsten shot a quick glance at Sandy and dared him to protest.
"Oh, about that mom," Seth said coming into the kitchen from upstairs, "I can't go, I have to work."
"What? Seth I told you a week ago about this party."
"I know, sorry, Bright Eyes is playing tonight and Alex is expecting it to be a busy night."
"Fine, Seth, you don't have to go," Kirsten answered reluctantly.
"Wait, if Seth's not going, then I don't have to go right?" Ryan asked.
"Of Course you do, why wouldn't you go?"
"Because I just remembered I have tons of homework, and I don't want to fall behind."
"You can do your homework tomorrow," Sandy joined in the argument.
"I don't want to procrastinate; I need to get it done."
"Ryan, that's enough, you're going, end of conversion," Sandy raised his voice, making it clear, that he was indeed attending the party.
"Sorry, Ryan, I guess only me and Seth get to stay home."
"Wait, why are you staying home?" Seth asked his sister.
"I'm grounded, I can't leave the house."
"You just left for soccer practice, and you're going tonight," Kirsten retorted becoming annoyed.
"But, I mean, you and dad are always so busy mingling at these things, you don't know how much trouble I can get into."
"We'll put you on a leash, okay?" Sandy exasperated, "Everybody is going but Seth, got it? Good. Be ready by 7." And with that, Sandy headed to his office and slammed the door.
Seven o'clock had come and gone and Ryan was now more than just a little buzzed from the alcohol, Ryan, Luke and company was able to mooch from the bartender. They had decided to ditch the party that was currently going on in the courtyard of the Newport Beach Country Club, and headed to the golf course.
"Dude, look at this," Colin slurred, as the three other boys came over to the golf cart, "we could just like cruise in this."
All four of the boys just laughed and cheered, acting like they had never seen a golf cart before.
All four piled in, and surprisingly the key was in the ignition, Luke hopped into the driver's seat and took off. They were having a blast, seeing how fast the little cart could go, and see how much air they could get jumping over some hills.
Kirsten and Sandy had been looking for Ryan for sometime now, well it was more just Sandy looking for Ryan, because Sandy has spent a fair amount of time at this party already, and he was ready to call it a night, but they couldn't until the found Ryan. They had threatened Lorraine, that if she went more than a ten miles radius of her parents, her punishment would be awfully longer than planned.
Luke was still driving around every inch of the golf course, when Luke heard a "crash" in the back seat, and then a "Fuck"
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Luke asked turning around to see a broken vodka flask all over the back seat and the floor of the golf cart. Luckily there wasn't much vodka left. "You guys just wasted fucking vodka, nice," Luke said sarcastically.
"See if you can come up with some of that shit for me," Luke told Colin before taking one of his hands of the wheel and digging his finger into puddles of vodka and the sucking on his finger.
"LUKE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Ryan screamed to Luke, and tried to take the wheel, but Luke was going the other way so all it did, was make them run into a little shack, that was meant for a rest stop and the scoring tables.
As soon as they hit the shack, an alarm went off and all the guys jumped out of the car and ran indifferent directions.
"Seth, how many fucking hits have you had?" Wilson asked Seth, as Seth sat on the corner of some Costa Mesa street.
"Not enough," Seth laughed.
"We're gonna have to hook you up with your own dealer, dude, soon you're gonna be begging us for weed everyday."
"Can I have more weed?" Seth asked
"No, no more weed," Evan answered, "you guys went to head up to that party, at Bay Shores, I guess it is raging."
"I'm down, lets go," Grant said jumping into his car.
As soon as Ryan got back to the Cohen house, he was out of breath, and sweating like a pig. It was 10:04; the Cohen's usually came back from these parties at about 11:00, so Ryan had to come up with a good lie by then.
"Honey, have you seen Ryan?" Sandy asked his wife as he approached the table where she was sitting by herself sipping a red wine.
"No, I have been looking for him; you haven't seen him around either?" Kirsten asked her husband.
"No, and I have been looking everywhere."
"He probably found a hiding spot to drink."
"Well its 10:30, are you about ready to go?"
"You're just going to leave him here?"
"Why not? He is so anxious to get away from us."
"Sandy lets look around for a little bit more, I don't want to leave him here, if he is drunk, the police will pick him up and then we will have that to deal with."
"Fine, you get the upstairs, Lorraine can have downstairs and I will have the grounds."
As soon as Sandy walked into the house, he headed up the stairs and into Ryan's room, where he found Ryan sleeping in his bed.
"Kirsten, he's here, he's sleeping," Sandy shouted down the stairs to his wife.
"Not anymore, I'm not," Ryan said half asleep.
"Oh, good, so you can explain to me why you left the party and didn't say anything to your parents."
"I didn't feel good,"
"How'd you get home?" Kirsten asked once she entered the room and walked over to put a hand on his forehead to see if he was warm, "you don't feel too warm," she looked skeptically at him.
"I got a ride home from Luke," He just shrugged, "I had a stomach ache earlier, and I just wanted to come home."
"Wait, the same Luke, who was nearly arrested for stealing a golf cart, driving that golf cart drunk and running it into a golf shack? Sandy asked quite amused, "was that the Luke?"
Shit Ryan thought, "no, not that Luke, the Luke who just moved here, Luke uh… uh… Mango, I think that's what his last name is." I'm dead Ryan thought to himself.
"Oh, I met his mother tonight," Kirsten piped in, "I thought she said he was fifteen though," Kirsten questioned.
"He must have gotten his license early," Ryan quickly responded.
"Right," Sandy said looking at his son and then at his wife, "You will have to invite him over one of these days, because I am sure Luke… Ward won't be out for awhile, after the look I saw on his mother's face."
"Yea… maybe," Ryan smiled.
"We will talk about it tomorrow, night kiddo." Sandy said as Kirsten leaned in for a kiss on his forehead.
Sandy quietly shut the door, "Think he's lying?" Sandy asked chuckling.
"Defiantly," Kirsten answered not half as amused as Sandy seemed to be.
"Well, he didn't get caught with Luke, so we just let it go; he got away with this one."
"You know, Lorraine is right," Kirsten looked at her husband annoyed, "you do favor the boys."
"I do not, he didn't get caught Kirsten, let it go."
"I smelled alcohol on his breath."
"Fine, you want to ground him, go for it, I'm not going to be part of it," Sandy said leaving Kirsten furious with her hands on her hips.
It was past three a.m. when Ryan's cell phone started ringing and did not stop until Ryan finally realized that the moron on the other end must not have realized it was the middle of the night and would not be leaving him alone anytime soon. As soon as Ryan answered the phone and heard the voice on the other end, he jumped out of bed and started pulling a pair of jeans on over his boxers and a hoodie on over his wife beater.
"Yo, is this Ryan, Seth's brother?" Wilson asked Ryan.
"Yea," Ryan answered immediately, trying to cover up how worried he was, "what's up? Is Seth alright?"
"Uh, I think he is okay, he is passed out now, this kid defiantly does not have a tolerance for weed, or alcohol."
Ryan sighed, Seth smoking weed? Even Seth drinking was pretty far fetched, "Where are you guys?"
"We're at this house party up at bay shores."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," and with that Ryan hung up and punched in a new number on his cell phone.
"Marissa?" Ryan asked once Marissa answered her phone half asleep.
"Ryan?" she questioned.
"Yea, its me, hey, I need you to do me a favor, I need to borrow your car," He started, "Seth is at some party down at the shores, and I need to go pick him up, he has our car, and I obviously can't take the Rover or else my parents will find out."
Not totally comprehending all the rambling that just came out of her boyfriend, Marissa agreed and said "I will leave the keys on my front porch," before she hung up and went back to bed.
Ten minutes later Ryan pulled onto a small street that was dimly lit and was unbearably loud. Clearly, Bay Shores partied well into the early morning. Ryan did not recognize anybody from school when he stepped into the sizably smaller house than the Cohen's.
After looking around most of the house, he finally spotted his curly haired brother lying on the kitchen floor. Yea, Seth defiantly did not handle illegal substances to well.
Wilson, Grant and Evan, reluctantly agreed to follow Ryan to Marissa's house where he dropped off her car, and then carried Seth into the Hummer, but as he was driving home, he still had no idea what he would do with Seth once they got back home.