Ok guys, super long chappy so enjoy. (Hehe I love writing and saying chappy, it makes me feel British. "Finished another chappy, eh? How about some tea and crumpets." Anyway)

Um, I should admit that I am slightly spoiled, or foiled, as to upcoming episodes featuring Trey, but you can read with ahead without fear of spoilers. Cause if you aren't spoiled you won't know what parts came from spoilers!

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As Ryan drove towards home, he changed his mind every few minutes. One minute he would decide that Trey could stay, only to change his mind several minutes later. Shit! Ryan swore as he punched the steering wheel of the Rover. He was home and he still didn't know what to do. Ryan headed toward the pool house, walking as slowly as he could. He didn't get that far.

"Hey bro," Trey called from the lounge chair he was sitting in. Ryan walked toward Trey and sat down on a chair next to him. "I thought I would work on my tan a bit," Trey said flexing his biceps. "Don't get too much sun on you're first day, otherwise it will wreck your whole tan and you'll have to start over," Ryan advised. "Wow, you really have learned a lot of important stuff here." Trey said. "Yea, wait till I teach you about the finer points of wine selection or the latest in plastic surgery." Ryan and Trey both laughed.

Trey leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. "We only got to go outside for two hours each day. I really missed it, you know, just being able to walk outside and feel the sun on your back. Most day's I would lay in bed dreaming about all the places I would go when I got out. Nowhere fancy or exotic, just places I could sit and look at the ocean, or the mountains." For a moment, Ryan looked at his brother. He didn't see the person with whom he had gotten arrested with so many months ago. Trey was changed. Ryan figured that maybe spending time in jail had changed him. The question was, how had it changed him?

"Well, I guess I better quit laying around the pool here like I am rich. It is cool if I use the phone before I go? I gotta find someplace to stay tonight." Trey didn't wait for an answer. He got up and walked back toward the pool house. Ryan lingered behind for a moment and then followed him in. Trey was on the phone. "No, that ok. I understand … I don't want to cause any trouble. I'll talk to you later man." Trey hung up the phone and turned to look at Ryan. "That was Arturo. Gattas has got the heat on and he doesn't think I should go down there if I don't want to deal with it." Trey pulled his shirt back on over his head and grabbed his jacket.

"Wait," Ryan said. "What do you have to do to make things right with Gattas? I thought that taking him that car settled things." Trey looked at his brother. "Yea, well I hear that's not all that went down." Ryan's head snapped up. He didn't think Trey knew about what had happened. "Arturo says he wants two thousand bucks or I'll get fuckin stomped. You know how it is, he thinks I made him look bad." Ryan shook his head, "I guess that's what you get when you deal with guys like that." Trey rolled his eyes, "Sure, so next time I need to get rid of a hot car I'll try to make sure the guy who runs the chop shop is an upstanding citizen." Trey took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, he didn't want to be an asshole to the one person who was trying to help him.

"I'm sorry that I sent you there. I never would have asked to you go it I had know what he was going to try and do. You've got to believe me." Ryan sighed. He had been through this with Trey before. Ryan had been pretty good at getting into trouble all by himself in Chino, but most of the time he got in trouble was when he was helping his brother out. "Right man, you send me to deliver a stolen car to some crazy guy at a chop shop who decides to take the interest out on me and I'm supposed to believe that you care about me?" Trey got up to leave. "I'm sorry. I had no choice. They would have killed me and you were the only one who would help." Trey gestured around the room with his hand. "You've got a good thing here. I would say good luck, but it seems like you've already got it."

Ryan watched as Trey walked down the driveway towards the street. "Trey, wait!" Ryan cried as he ran down the driveway towards his brother. Ryan grabbed Trey when he caught up with him and swung him around. "Where are you gonna go? You said you didn't have anywhere to stay." Ryan said breathing heavily. Trey just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. "Why don't you stay here for a few days at least until we can find somewhere for you to go." As much as Ryan wanted to let Trey walk down the street and out of his life, he knew he couldn't. He was going to give his brother one final chance.

Ryan could see the relief in Trey's face, but he knew that Trey would have walked away to a life on the streets if Ryan had left him. The Atwood men were known for their pride, even though it usually brought about their demise. "Thanks bro," Trey said as he gave Ryan a quick hug. "Just a few days till I figure out what the hell I am going to do. I can be good for a couple days." Ryan prayed that he could.

"You don't mind crashing on the couch out here do you?" Ryan asked as he pulled an extra set of sheets out of the closet. "No way, a couch in a pool house is way better than the floor of some crack house." Ryan couldn't argue with that. Kirsten had told him that Trey was welcome to stay in the house, but Ryan felt better having Trey somewhere he could keep an eye on him. "Sorry you didn't really get to meet the Cohen's tonight. Sandy and Kirsten work some pretty long hours, but I know they wanted to meet you."

Ryan was glad that both Kirsten and Sandy hadn't been home tonight. Ryan was worried about mixing his new life with his old life. Last time he had done that hadn't exactly been a success. Ryan thought about his mother's drunken appearance at the fundraiser and her departure the next morning. "What are you going to do tomorrow?" Ryan asked as he crawled into bed. "I don't know. I'll probably just walk around, maybe spend some time at the beach." Ryan was more relieved than usual that tomorrow was Friday.

"Good morning Ryan, Trey," Kirsten said as they walked into the kitchen. "How did you sleep?" Kirsten asked Trey. "Great. It's a lot better than a prison bed." Trey said dryly. Everyone shared an uneasy laugh. "You guys have an amazing place. It must be great to get up every morning and see that," Trey gestured to large windows that overlooked the ocean. "It is. Especially when I get to surf those waves. You're not a surfer are you?" Sandy asked. Trey shook his head. "Oh well, maybe one day Seth and I can take you and Ryan surfing." Seth snorted, sending milk shooting across the table. "Seth!" Kirsten said sharply as she jumped up to grab a dishtowel.

"Sorry mom, it's just the thought of Ryan wearing a wetsuit." Ryan looked indignantly at Seth and said, "I'd probably look better in a wetsuit than you're scrawny ass does." Trey watched as Ryan and the Cohen's bantered on about Ryan surfing and their plans for the weekend. It seemed weird to Trey to see his brother so completely as ease with another family. For a moment Trey thought that maybe he could have it too. Maybe he could buy into the system in the same was Ryan had. Then they could all wake up in high thread count sheets, look out at the ocean, eat breakfast while teasing each other good naturedly, and drive to work or school in a fleet of black Beamers and Range Rovers.

It must have taken Ryan sometime to get used to this, Trey thought. Breakfast at their house growing up was an entirely different affair. Usually breakfast entailed Trey and Ryan finding whatever food they could in the house and leaving as quickly as they could before they woke someone up. Trey could actually only remember a few "family breakfasts" like this one. He did remember, however, one time when he and Ryan had tried to make breakfast for their mom on mother's day. They had planned on making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. They had been so excited to show their mom what they had done, but when they went to wake her up, she threw a beer bottle at them and told them to get out the room. By the time she had conquered her hangover enough to climb out of bed, it was noon and breakfast was ruined. There was also the time that Ryan had knocked over his glass of milk, spilling it on Bill, the jerk his mother was dating at the time. That morning had ended in the emergency room. Ryan had a sprained wrist and his mother had a broken collarbone.

"Would you like something else for breakfast?" Kirsten asked after noticing that Trey hadn't touched his bagel. "No, this is fine. I think I'll just take this and eat outside." At the surprised look on everyone's faces Trey added, "I've spent enough time indoors lately," and headed out the door. Seth looked at Ryan, "I didn't chase him away, did I? I tried not to talk, but it's hard with so much going on that I must provide humorous and insightful commentary for …." Seth was interrupted by Ryan. "No, you didn't chase him away. It's a lot to adjust to, being out of jail and being here." Sandy walked up behind Ryan and put his arm on Ryan's shoulder. "You're right kid. Just give Trey sometime to adjust and figure out what he wants to do with his life." Kirsten brought her eyes up to meet Sandy's and they shared a silent communication. Kirsten had seen the look on Trey's face before he fled the house. She knew that look; she had seen it on Ryan's face when he had first come to stay with them.

Ryan picked up his backpack, grabbed his half-eaten bagel and said, "I think I'll go sit with him." He turned to Seth, "So can I get a ride with you and Summer today?" Seth nodded. "Thanks," Ryan said as he turned to walk outside. "Hey," Ryan said as he sat down next to Trey, who was in his favorite poolside chair. They sat in silence for a while, chewing their bagels. Finally Trey broke the silence saying, "They seem like a nice family."

"They are," Ryan said. "They are worried about you." Trey smiled quietly to himself. It had been a long time since somebody had worried about him. "It's just a little strange … you know, to wake up one morning in a mansion surrounded by a normal, functional family," Trey hesitated, " that my brother is a part of. It's a long way from how it used to be, you know, like the time we tried to make breakfast for mom or the time you spilled your milk and Bill kicked everybody's ass."

"It's not perfect here." Ryan added quietly, "But it's a lot better than Chino. Here you have a chance." Ryan stood up and said, "I better go. Summer hates to wait for us. It causes rage blackouts or something." Trey looked at Ryan with raised eyebrows, but he didn't ask. As if on queue, they heard a car pull up out front. "Come on, you might as well meet Summer, it's early so I don't think any rage blackouts will be involved this morning." As they walked towards the front of the house, Trey asked, "So Summer is Seth's girlfriend?"

"Yea, they've kinda done this on again, off again thing all year. Now they are on again, obviously …" Ryan said as they turned the corner and saw Seth and Summer kissing in the front seat. "So where's your girl?" Trey asked. Ryan grimaced. "Don't ask." Ryan cleared his throat to get the couple's attention. "Hey Summer, this is my brother Trey." Trey nodded, "It's nice to meet you." Summer smiled her most dazzling smile and said, "Yea, you too. Maybe we can all hang out some time." Ryan hopped in the back of the car and said, "See you after school man. There's always PS2 if you get bored with the beach. I'd recommend Grand Theft Auto San Andreas." Trey stood in the driveway and watched them drive away in Summer's new convertible. He laughed to himself as he thought about what hanging out with a bunch of rich and spoiled kids would be like.

Ryan walked up to their lunch table and was relieved to see that Marissa was already there. "So you're brother seems nice. He seems pretty hot actually," Summer said. Seth pretended to pout. "It's ok baby, you're hot to, just in a different way." Summer said reassuringly. "What kind of way is that?" Seth asked. Summer paused to consider and said, "Well, Trey's hot in an 'I just spent a year pumping iron and I have tattoo's and need to shave' kinda way and you are more … um sweet and less dangerous." Seth looked at Summer, "So what you are saying is that I am a little more Jason Biggs than Eminem?"

"So you decided to let Trey stay?" Marissa asked turning her attention away from Seth and Summer. "Yea, well it's hard to kick your brother out. It's just for a few days, until he can figure out somewhere to go." Ryan said. "He might surprise you, you know. I mean when you first came here … you had kind of a rough time, but you had people who wanted to help, and look at you now." Marissa slipped her hand into Ryan's. Ryan looked at Marissa. "So you think I should trust him?" He asked. "I don't know. I just know that if everyone thinks that he is going to fuck up, he probably will." Ryan's mind would go back to that comment all afternoon and he pondered the situation.

"That's it!" Kirsten said throwing the pile of papers down on her desk. "I am leaving now." Kirsten declared. "But Kiki, we still have …" Julie was cut off by Kirsten. "Julie, I have had enough. We can finish the layout next week." Kirsten had a headache that nothing could cure and she suspected a glass of wine by the pool might be the right medicine. She drove home quickly, so intent on her problems with Julie that she had forgotten about Trey. It wasn't until Kirsten pulled up in front of the house that she remembered Trey was around somewhere. She wondered if she should go out the pool house and see if he needed anything.

Kirsten decided to leave Trey alone in case he was sleeping or something. Even though he was Ryan's brother, Kirsten felt uneasy around Trey. He had the same deep and intense eyes that Ryan had, but unlike Ryan, Kirsten wasn't sure if there was anything soft behind them. Kirsten changed into a polo top and shorts, poured herself a glass of wine and went to sit outside.

Getting away from the office and relaxing in the sun with a glass of wine did indeed get rid of her headache. In fact, Kirsten was so relaxed she was almost asleep on the lounge chair when she head someone come up behind her. "Hi," Trey said, causing Kirsten to jump and spill her wine. Trey took a few steps back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Kirsten looked at the red stain on her shirt in dismay. "That's alright, I'm usually not so jumpy. Actually, I was almost asleep." Kirsten said feeling slightly embarrassed. "Tough day at work?" Trey asked. Kirsten motioned for Trey to sit and said, "You have no idea." Kirsten reproached herself. Of course Trey has had worse days than today and he probably wouldn't know what it is like to be the CFO of a multi-million dollar corporation.

"Ryan said you guys build houses." Trey said. He could tell that Kirsten was uncomfortable around him and he didn't blame her. Based on what Ryan had told him, Trey guessed that Kirsten had lead a pretty sheltered life. He moved closer to her and Kirsten moved away. Trey almost laughed. Here was a rich, beautiful woman who ran her own company, and yet she was afraid of him. "We develop residential as well as commercial properties. We built the new mall last year." Trey nodded, "That's cool. Ryan said that you could probably get me a job in construction."

"Is that what you want to do?" Kirsten asked. Trey laughed. "What I want to do? I don't get much of a choice." Kirsten looked at Trey. "You always have a choice." Trey looked at Kirsten, his gaze so intense that she eventually dropped her head to avoid him. "You might always have a choice," Trey said waving his hand at the surroundings, "but I don't. I am almost 20, I dropped out of high school when I was 16, I've never had a real job, and I've spent the last two years in jail. What I want to do is to find a job, make some money so that I can take care of myself without having to … do anything illegal." Kirsten took a sip of her wine. She wished Sandy were here; this was so his area of expertise, not hers.

"You're right Trey, you don't have the same choices, but you still have choices. We will do what we can to help you." Kirsten said. Trey shook his head indicating that he still disagreed with Kirsten. "I wanted to thank you for taking Ryan in. He looks like he is doing real well here." Trey noticed that Kirsten smiled when he mentioned Ryan. "It was a bit rough at first, but Ryan has settled in nicely." Trey played with the zipper on his jacket and looked out across the pool. "I always tried to take care of Ryan. It was pretty bad sometimes. I tried to protect him, but it usually wasn't enough. I felt bad when I went to jail and left him alone, but it turned out ok." Kirsten realized again how little she knew about Ryan's past.

"See you guys later." Ryan said as he jumped out of Summer's car. "Have fun with Marissa tonight." Seth said and Ryan flipped him off. Seth's mission in life lately had been to get Ryan and Marissa back together. Ryan had thought that getting back together with Marissa had been a bad idea, but since his brother had show up he felt different. Ryan had told Marissa more about his old life than he had told the Cohens. He felt like he could be himself around her which was why he had agreed when she had asked if he wanted to hang out tonight. Of course, Trey was invited so it wasn't like a real date or anything.

Ryan walked towards the pool house. When he turned the corner he saw Trey and Kirsten sitting by the pool. They hadn't seen him and Ryan stopped to watch them. Ryan could feel his muscles tighten. For some reason, seeing Trey sitting so close to Kirsten bothered him. "Ryan!" Trey jumped up when he saw his brother standing at the edge of the house. "Hi honey," Kirsten said as she stood up. Ryan noticed the red stain on her shirt and the wine glass in her hand. "Long day with Julie." Kirsten said as she headed towards the house, leaving the two brothers alone with each other.

"School's out already huh?" Trey asked. "Yea, it's like 4:30. We had to wait for Summer after school or I would have been home sooner." Ryan started to walk towards the pool house and Trey followed behind. "So what's the plan for tonight? What do you guys do for fun, besides society shit." Ryan dropped his bag on the floor, glad to be rid of the weight of the large textbooks inside. "Not much, Marissa asked if we wanted to hang out with her."

"Marissa huh, is she the chick you had with you at Thanksgiving, the one that looks like a model?" Trey asked. Ryan nodded. "Does she have any friends? As much fun as it would be to hang out with you and your girlfriend, it would be even more fun if there was a girl for me." Trey turned and smiled at Ryan, but Ryan didn't smile back. "She's not my girlfriend anymore, we're just friends." Ryan said, his tone wary. "So are we going to a party or what? We could teach these rich kids a few things about partying." Ryan glared at Trey. "Right, no fun I forgot." Trey sat down on his bed and eyed Ryan devilishly. "I could probably have some fun with Kirsten."

Ryan's head snapped up at the mention of Kirsten. "She's pretty hot, but I'm sure you've noticed that." Ryan turned his back on his brother. He didn't want to hit him, but if he kept talking…. "I've never been into the whole older woman thing, MILF's and shit, but I think she could change my mind." Ryan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Shut up Trey." Ryan said through clenched teeth. "She's afraid of me. Can you believe it? A rich, important lady like that. She should be afraid, she just doesn't know why." Ryan had heard enough. He grabbed Trey and threw him up against the wall. "Don't you ever fucking talk about Kirsten like that." Trey pushed Ryan off of him. "If you hurt her or any of the Cohen's you are going to wish you were back in jail."

"Fuck man, I was just kidding." Trey said taken back by Ryan's actions. Ryan didn't say anything so Trey kept talking. "I was just messing with you. You're like a fucking robot now, I just wanted to see if you are still alive in there." He said. "It's not funny." Ryan said, still fighting the urge to punch his brother. He knew that if he didn't leave he probably would hit him, so Ryan grabbed his coat and said, "I'm going for a walk." Trey could tell that he had really pissed Ryan off. He hadn't meant what he said, not really. Kirsten was hot, but he was just trying to mess with his brother. Trey wasn't stupid enough to bite the hand that was going to help him. Shit, Trey thought as he leaned back on the couch and waited for Ryan to cool off and come back.

Trey fell asleep and woke up when it was just getting dark. He looked around the room and saw that Ryan still wasn't back. Trey had had enough of waiting around, so he pulled out the supplies that he had amassed during the day. Trey had spent the entire day walking around Newport. Before he went to jail, he would have hated the thought of walking everywhere, but today he was content just to enjoy his freedom, and pick up a few needed supplies. Trey had cigarettes, a fifth of Jack Daniels, a quarter of dirt weed, and some rolling papers. All he needed for a good night. He didn't need the hard stuff, as long as he could drink and smoke.

Trey took a few quick plugs off of the whiskey and started to roll a joint. His rolling skills were a little rusty, so it took him a couple tries to get it right. He was hot and since he didn't know how to work the air conditioner, he took his shirt off. Trey had just lit the joint when the pool house door opened. Trey rushed to hide the joint, but since it was already lit, there wasn't much he could with it.

"Ryan", Marissa called as she entered the pool house. Instead of Ryan, she saw a shirtless Trey trying to hide something behind his back, but the smoke was giving him away. "Um … it's still smoking." Marissa said to Trey. "You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were the Cohens or something." Trey said, his heart still racing. "Ryan isn't here is he?" Marissa asked. "How do you know?" Trey wondered. "Well, I'm pretty sure he would be pissed at you for smoking weed in his room." Trey shook his head, "You're telling me the kid doesn't even smoke anymore?" Marissa shook her head no.

"I don't know when he will be back, but you can wait. Help yourself," Trey said pointing to the table of staples. Marissa looked longingly at the whiskey, but she knew that Ryan would be angry if he came back and she had been drinking. "I think I screwed things up with Ryan," Trey said while holding a hit in. Marissa crossed the room and sat across from Trey. "How?" She asked. Trey held out the joint and Marissa subconsciously took it and inhaled. She coughed, "Oh my God, that's harsh." Trey laughed, "Yea, well you guys can probably afford better shit." Trey took a drink of whiskey. "I was messing with Ryan, but I said some stuff about Kirsten and he lost it. Sorry, you're plans for tonight are probably screwed up."

"That's ok. Ryan can be pretty sensitive about stuff and he likes to protect the people around him. Can I stay here for a bit? I don't really have anything else to do." Trey shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, but this isn't really your scene, is it?" Trey asked and Marissa could tell that he was testing her. She looked at Trey with his super ripped chest and his tattoo's and decided that Summer had been right. Trey was hot. Marissa reached over and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. She took a long drink, then looked at Trey.

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Well it took me almost all day to write this, I wish I could write faster, I wanted to be further along when the Trey episodes started. Oh well. Please leave some reviews and let me know if you are interested in the rest of the story (and what should happen or not happen between Trey and Marissa!)