A/N: So, I decided that, for many reasons, it would be in everyone's best interest for me to get a website for my stories. I now have a LiveJournal that you all can go to to check out what's happing in the writing world of Avada Cruimperio. NOTE: Since has banned reviewer responses, I'm going to put them up on the LiveJournal (you can find the link on my profile, under homepage) It'll also have when I'm planning on updating, if I have writers block, polls, and the like. Check it out, bookmark it, make a song of devotion to it- I don't care. But please look at it!
A/N: I'm sorry for the inconsistency of my updating, but if you knew where this story was going, it would take you a while to write a chapter, too. There's also the fact that with my drama-filled life, writing a comedy like Making Friendship Bracelets For The Death Eaters is a lot easier to do, also partially because there's no plot. But I will not ever update 2 chapters in a row of MFBFTDE without updating LWP. ALSO: For those of you who are worried, this story DOES have a happy ending. I promise.
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I am changing my penname. I have come to realize that dramaqueen825 is such a boring and bland name, SO within the next few days it will change to Avada Cruimperio. For all of you who are not the unique-and-slighly-mentally-dearranged combination of OC-Watcher and Harry Potter-Reader, you will have no idea what it means. That's okay. You don't need to. But you do need to know that after this week, dramaqueen825 not be my name. Avada Cruimperio. Not dramaqueen825. Avada Cruimperio. Dramaqueen825. Got it? IF YOU ARE REVIEWING, NOTE IN YOUR REVIEW THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM CHANGING MY NAME. It's very important to me that all you get it.
Disclaimer: Man, I wished I owned the OC. THIRD SEASON THIS WEEK! SEPTEMBER EIGHTH! YOU ALL BETTER BE IN FRONT OF YOUR TV AT 8 O'CLOCK/7 CENTRAL ON THURSDAY!
Life for Ryan Atwood was not perfect.
For one thing, his wife had kicked him out of the house.
When he came back to explain things to her, she kicked him out again and got a restraining order against him, using his best friends connections.
He hadn't seen his daughter in over two weeks.
And things were not looking to get any better in the near future.
Or the far future for that matter.
"I'm really sorry to keep doing this, man," Seth told him over the phone.
"Do what?"
"Calling you with bad news."
"What could be worse then getting kicked out of my own home and not being allowed to go back?"
"Um, having your wife file for divorce?"
"Okay, that would be worse."
"Not would be. Is."
Silence.
"Ryan? Are you there?"
"You can't be serious."
"I'm really sorry."
"But didn't you try to tell Summer the truth? I thought that- I mean-"
"I tried. I've been trying for the last five days. And every time I bring the subject up, she threatens to send me packing to go live over at the Newport Motel with you."
"I'm sorry."
"Dude, that is not what you're supposed to be saying right now. Marissa threw you out, you can't visit your kid, and may never see the two of them again, and you're apologizing to me? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Hang on. That's my other line."
Seth waited, drumming his fingers on the kitchen countertop.
Five minutes later, Ryan was back.
"Seth?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"That was Marissa's lawyer, telling about… you know."
"Yeah. Wait. Who's her lawyer?" Seth prayed that it wasn't his father.
"It's not Sandy, if that's what you're thinking. Some guy- Harry? Hattison? No, Harrison. That's it. And so I told him that I didn't want a divorce and that I had to talk to Marissa."
"And he said…"
"That the restraining order was there for a reason. Apparently I'm dangerous to my family."
"So… what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you write her a letter?"
"A letter?"
"Yeah, and tell her what really happened and stuff. I could give it to her for you."
"She'd rip it up and flush it down the toilet."
"Maybe. But maybe not. It's worth a try."
"If you say so."
Ryan winced as he heard a loud crash on Seth's end of the phone.
"Crap. Katie just knocked over a glass swan. I gotta go."
"Bye."
Click
Ryan sighed, and buried his head in his hands. Why had things gone so wrong?
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Marissa sat on the couch. Summer had said that Seth was in touch with Ryan, who had convinced him that Ryan hadn't cheated. Maybe… maybe Ryan wasn't lying. Could it be?
She didn't notice that her daughter had sat down next to her until she felt a small hand tugging at her sleeve. She looked over to see Madison holding a piece of paper.
"I made this today." Maddy pointed to her drawing. "This is our house, and this is me and you and Daddy."
Marissa could feel her eyes begin to water.
"When's Daddy coming home?" Madison whispered.
Marissa just hugged her daughter.
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Summer slammed a pot down on the stove.
"Summer, come on, stop it. You've been ignoring me for the last three days." Seth pleaded, sitting down at the kitchen table.
Summer glared at him as she yanked open the pantry and pulled out a box of spaghetti.
"Okay, I know that you're mad at me-"
"You're so smart, Cohen-"
"But you don't have to get worked all up about it! Come on let's just drop the subject-"
"Drop the subject? Drop the subject? Cohen, Marissa's while life has been ruined by your best friend, who you are remaining loyal to, and all you can say is drop the subject?"
"See, Summer, that's the thing, remember that's not all I had to say on it-"
"Oh, trust me. I remember." She threw the lid down on the pasta pot.
"Come on, let's not get our marriage ruined by this, too-"
"If this is what you're going to be like for the rest of your life-"
"You've known me long enough to know-"
"Yeah, well-"
"You can't-"
"Mom! Dad!"
"What?" They turned around and glared at their daughter in unison.
"Can you like, please, tune it down a bit! I am trying to watch TV here!" Katie stamped her foot.
"Go to bed," Summer ordered.
"It's six o'clock."
"Go."
"I haven't had dinner yet."
"Now."
"Say please."
"Katherine Vanessa Cohen, if you do not get up those stairs in fifteen seconds, I will-"
"Good night!" Katie scampered upstairs.
"You should have let her have dinner." Seth remarked.
"If you had any brains, Cohen, you would have noticed that it's not ready yet."
"I know."
The phone rang.
Summer picked up. "Hello?"
She sent the telephone a death glare.
"Who is it?" Seth asked.
"Him."
"Ryan! Hang up! She'll kill you!"
"If you ever call my house again, I swear that I will hunt you down and throw you inside the zebra cage in the zoo where they'll eat you alive."
Seth was very frightened of his wife- though because of her threats or her possible insanity, he couldn't say.
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