DISCLAIMER: The people in this story don't belong to me they belong to Josh Schwartz and Mark Schwahn, and all of the other people who own the rights to "The O.C".

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Firstly I would like to point out that due to the fact I live in Scotland we have not yet seen the second series yet so apologies for any inaccuracies.

Haven't had a story for a while but had a spark of inspiration the other day so here goes……. please R&R.


"So dude parents away for the whole weekend I'd say this calls for a party wouldn't you?" Seth whispered from across the kitchen while keeping a close eye on his Dads movements from hall to car.

"Umm how about no." Ryan whispered back with an over exaggerated edge.

"Oh come on man what happened to 'welcome to the dark side'. Look Mum and Dad leave this afternoon and come back on Sunday so we have the party tonight leaving us all of tomorrow to clean up…or replace stuff which ever comes first."

"Yeah that is exactly why I don't want to have a party. Look Kirsten and Sandy are going to see the Nana so we know they won't be in a good mood when they get back, I don't think it's a good idea to annoy them anymore."

"Exactly why we have the party tonight they'll never know! Anyway I already told Summer and she, in true Roberts' style, told the whole school so we don't really have a choice."

Before Ryan had a chance to utter any arguments Seth had grabbed a beagle disappearing up the stairs leaving him to face the parental inquisition. Kirsten dragged the last few bags, bursting at the seems, down the stairs from their room, drawing a large exasperated sigh from Sandy.

"Honey we're going for two days how could you possibly need all these bags, and I know you're going to shop when we get there so we'll end up with more to bring home than we took."

"How many times Sandy, I need something to change into when we arrive because I am not going to meet your mother in a tracksuit. Then if we go out with your brother we need formal stuff, clothes for Saturday and Sunday, then to come home in plus things in hand luggage in case…"

"Ok ok I'm sorry I asked and would you please relax about my mother. She seems a lot mellower now what with the chemo and all so I'm sure she'll be pleased to have us there."

"Uh huh whatever but just so you know every stone stare or snide comment aimed my way makes the credit card bill climb."

"Oh sweetie I doubt if you could spend that much!" Sandy dodged the well aimed swipe at his midriff. Spying Ryan alone in the kitchen he hoped to lay down the law before his sons became too overexcited.

"Hey kid all set for school." Sandy jovially slapped Ryan on the back as he reached for the coffee jug.

Startled by the sudden entrance and collision with his back Ryan spluttered coffee while trying to regain his composure. "Umm yeah just like any other day I guess…you know the usual."

Noting the unusual stutter from Ryan's overcompensation Sandy sensed impending danger. "You know that Kirsten and I trust you boys but while we're away we expect you to act like adults. Keep the house tidy; make sure any homework is done…."

"…no drinking, no drugs, no fighting…"

"… I was kind of hoping that was a given. Anyway since it will only be the two of you in the house who could you fight with?" Sandy's eyebrows rose to extraordinary new heights.

Ryan new what was implied, Sandy silently warning that Summer and Marissa were not welcome for the night, if only he knew what Seth had planned.


"So I told everyone in Bio, Chem. and English oh and Sara said she would let Western Civ and the squad know. So I hope you've got enough cups oh and Cohen no emo music it's a party!"

Summer was marching around the kitchen in her best heels looking for party supplies already having overseen the rearrangement of the furniture in the living room and den. Playing it safe Ryan had already removed all the items which were valuable or breakable and locked both the doors leading to Kirsten and Sandy's room plus the pool house.

"Hey my party, my house, my music."

"Yeah but your music equals no party."

"Would you two give it a rest, people are starting to arrive. Come on Sum I hear that Gail just got the newest Jimmy Choo's"

Ryan sent up a silent prayer hoping that things didn't get out of hand tonight; he doubted that shutting off the power would disperse this particular crowd.

A few hours later the party was in full swing, several things had been broken and there were at least ten naked people currently in the pool but no major disasters.

Ryan had noticed that the numbers had steadily grown, more and more faces were appearing that he failed to recognise, a couple of guys had shown up that looked about twenty-five.

Starting to feel slightly edgy he made his way toward Seth, "Hey dude did you invite all of these people?"

"Nah I barely know any of these guys, I thought they'd be your soccer buddies or water polo dudes."

"Well I didn't invite anyone except Marissa, so who are all of these people?"

"Hey don't worry about it I'm sure that they're just extended branches of the Newport tree!"

"Uh huh" retorted Ryan sceptically, once again hearing the faint sounds of crashing he fixed a scowl on his face while heading out to investigate.

The group of guys in question had been steadily working their way through the crowd were now congregated in the kitchen. "Who is that dude? He's spoiling the whole party I was just about to make a sale when he popped up and they all scattered. We could be making a killing here if that dude would just loosen up a bit."

"Well then my friend I guess it's up to us to make sure he has a good time!" Reaching into his pocket the biggest guy pulled out a vile containing clear liquid, poured the contents into a cup stirring to make sure there was no trace he headed out to find the kill joy of the party!