This is my first fan fic for The O.C. I have had this idea floating in my head for about a year now, and thought I would write it since I will be having a lot of free time in the next few weeks before school starts… R&R, be completely honest, your opinion matters thanks…
"Oh come on!" Seth exclaimed, throwing his PS2 controller to the floor. "This game is so totally rigged! I'm a master at this game, how can you beat me?"
"I'm just obviously a natural, I don't need years of practice." Ryan said smugly.
"Ha, you've just got beginners luck," Seth decided, not really listening to Ryan.
"Whatever you say to make yourself feel better Seth," Ryan said, knowing it was a hopeless argument. "Let's go in and see if dinner is ready."
The two quickly threw their fort of pillows back onto Ryan's bed, and proceeded to exit the pool house. "Just coming out to get you," Sandy said, as the three met on the deck and walked into the house. "Dinner's ready."
"Mom didn't try to cook did she?" Seth questioned.
"Maybe I should clarify. Dinner has arrived."
"Ah, then let's eat," Ryan said. "All that kicking Seth's ass on PS2 has made me hungry."
"Whatever Ryan, beginner's luck, that's all," Seth muttered, convinced of his theory.
"Let's not talk about gaming for one night, and have a normal family dinner," Kirsten pleaded the boys.
"When have we ever had a normal family dinner? Or even a normal family?" Seth questioned, showing his wit which sometimes got on everyone's nerves.
"Let's just eat," Kirsten said, not wanting to start and argument. The whole family knew, arguing with Seth was almost completely hopeless, he was stubborn, and even if he knew you were right, he probably wouldn't admit it.
The family began passing around plates and boxes of Chinese food. Sandy was convinced his family was the reason the local Chinese restaurant stayed in business. The four gathered around the dining room table and began muching away at their take-out feast.
"How's Marrisa?" Kirsten asked Ryan.
"She's okay I guess," Ryan stumbled, as he swallowed a mouthful of lomein. "I mean, she's coming to terms with the whole Trey thing, but she's still having nightmares about it. I think we all are. She knows that that night it was either going to be Trey or I leaving the room in a stretcher, and that if she hadn't shot him, I would be the one dead. It's still hard though, for all of us." Everyone was silent for a moment, they all wanted to forget the night Marrisa shot Trey, but it was truly a night that would never be forgotten.
The silence was soon broken by the ringing of the doorbell. "Why does it always ring while we are eating?" Kirsten asked rhetorically. She got up from her seat at the table and advanced towards the front door. She opened it, and was surprised to see a new face, one which she had never seen before. The girl stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and had scruffy hair, yet it was a gorgeous dirty blonde. Her eyes were a stunning green, but were overshadowed by her disheveled clothes. "Uh, may I help you?"
"Ya, is Ryan Atwood here?" The girl inquired.
"Yes, may I ask who is here to see him?"
"Just tell him I'm a blast from the past!"
This is kind of a weird chapter, but I didn't just want to jump into the story suddenly, I wanted an introduction lol. It will get more interesting, I promise. R&R.
