Again, thanks to all that have reviewed. I'm going to try to do these all in 12 days, so hopefully I can get them up quick!
Disclaimer: Still nothing but the plots…sigh
Los Angeles, I'm Yours"Her Majesty"
March 2003:
Ryan sat at the kitchen table after dinner finishing up on some homework. He had his trig done along with his English, but now was working on an assignment he deemed "stupid". Seth gloated happily near the other boy "I'm really glad I don't have that assignment. I know I wouldn't want to hear that." The Atwood glare was his response.
"What wouldn't you want to hear Seth?" Sandy walked into the kitchen.
"About Ryan's assignment. You know what, Ryan, I hate to hinder your educational experience, so I'll leave you two to be."
"Oh," Sandy said sitting down at the table next to Ryan. "What's your assignment? Maybe I can help."
Ryan looked at Sandy and sighed in defeat.
"Well, for my interpersonal relationships class, we're supposed to ask a parent about how they met their significant other, and, I guess, that's you, I guess."
Sandy looked quizzically at the boy.
"Now I know why Seth left."
"You gonna help me?" Ryan asked, trying to get the awkward-ness over as quick as possible.
"Sure…I guess that we met like 20 years ago…actually it was 20 years ago this month…"
Flashback: March 1983:
Sandy did not like supporting the athletic teams in Berkley, or any team for that matter, besides the Mets. In fact, he made every effort he could to avoid all but the select few baseball games a year. Some how, this football game had slipped through. He was there watching Berkley get pounded by USC and watching some buddies get wasted.
"Sandy!" one of them yelled standing right next to him. "Why don't you have a drink? Com'on buddy!"
Sandy looked at his inebriated friend and decided to pass.
"Nick, you're going to need a ride home so I'm gonna pass on the drink."
"Good idea! Say, do you know whe…."
His friend has passed out on his shoulder.
'This is why I don't like sporting events.'
"SANDY!" another friend yelled. "Check out that broad at 11 o'clock, she's hot!"
Sandy turned to look and could see what his pal meant. This girl was beautiful. Long blonde hair, small body, deep blue eyes, everything…and she was walking towards him.
There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to.And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you.
"Hey there," the girl said.
"Hey," was all he could manage back.
"Sorry about Nick, I can take him if you want."
"No, he's fine." Couldn't be farther from the truth.
"Are you sure?" She was twisting her hair around her fingers.
"Yeah."
"Okay…." She said and walked away.
Sandy mentally kicked himself. He let the gorgeous girl get away. He didn't know her name. He needed to know her name.
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore,
Los Angeles, I'm yours.The next few days Sandy thought of nothing but the girl. He was even considering going back to the football game.
'Maybe she goes to USC though? No, she knew Nick. But what if she's not there? Then I'll be without the girl at a football game…something I really don't want…Maybe I'll just ask Nick about her. She obviously knows him.'
That's what he decided. He would just ask Nick…and made it a high priority to do it the next time he saw him.
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A few days later Sandy and Nick had their next class together. The met up with each other walking into the room like they do every Tuesday. Sandy had to talk to him.
"Hey Nick," he started. "Do you remember that USC game that you made me go to?"
"Ummm…not too much of it…I passed out after the first quarter."
"Yeah, I know. But there was this girl that knew you and asked if you were okay. Do you know her?"
"Man, I didn't see her, I was passed out." Duh.
"Well, she was blonde, taller, blue eyes, kinda a small body…"
"Dude," Nick started. "You just described every girl in Orange County."
"So you don't know her name?"
"Well, the only one I can think of off the top of my head that would ask if I was okay passed out would be Kirsten Nichol. That fits her description."
"Kristen Nichol. Nichol…where have I heard that name before," Sandy pondered out loud.
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fellow found
From Saturdays to Mondays"Her father. Caleb Nichol. He's pretty much the king of Orange County. Or owns most of it anyways. There are several suits in our books about him."
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles I love.
It hit Sandy. The girl he was in like with was a spoiled rich girl from the OC, just like a female version of Nick. He needed a cigarette, or a bong, whichever was closer.
Oh what a rush of wry belan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Sandy managed to get through his law class without much upheaval. He stayed relatively calm given the news that he just received. Normally, he wouldn't have even thought of going for a girl like that, but for some reason she was different. He needed more of her. He needed to know her.
Oh great calamity,
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
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Ryan sat wrting down as many things as he could while Sandy spoke. That would be good enough for his paper.
"So that's how you met? You didn't even get her name from her or her number or anything?"
"Don't doubt the method, kid. Look where it got me," he said with a smile.
Ryan just looked at Sandy. "I think I have what I need. I'll come as more questions if I need anything."
Ryan walked towards the pool house to start on his paper while Sandy made his way to the living room to Kirsten. He sat down beside her.
"Hey." Kiss. Not just on the cheek. A real kiss.
"What's gotten into you?" Kirsten asked.
"I just told Ryan the story of how we met."
"The real story, or the one that I found you passed out and later found out stoned at that football game?"
"The football game. But he thinks it was Nick, and let's keep it that way."
So what do you think? That was number three! Keep reviewing!