My first fanfic :) I didn't get to spend much time on it unfortunately, I can't say much happens in this chapter but I need a beginning right? Hope it isn't too bad. Review would be nice :D

Ryan slumped against the chilly wall of the pool house. They appeared more as cage bars trapping him, enclosing him in the depths of the dark room. Even drunk, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was under the watch of something. Staring deeply at the glimmering water outside in the pool, he drooped in defeat. The unsteady ripples reminded him of himself... himself and his relationship with Marissa. All that surrounded him was sorrow and frustration at the same time. Why couldn't she understand that it was never intended by him? Why couldn't she stop blaming Ryan for Johnny's death? Slamming his fist onto the floor, Ryan weakly lifted his chin to swallow down the last of his beer bottle. Soon he realized it was done. Consequently, he threw it down with the others littered across the carpet. With that, he turned his snow white iPod on, now looking so pale, and he cranked up the volume. He let out a despaired laugh when he remembered a time Marissa had warned him about getting deaf prematurely. Well shoot me then. He slowly raised his head and was dazed at what he saw. It was like a shadow or something just through the window. The shape moved back quickly and disappeared before Ryan's influenced brain could analyze it. The smooth taste of the alcohol seemed to push his eyelids shut.

"Ryan… Ryan!" a voice rang in the air and Ryan heard a rapid beating almost painful to hear.

Drunk and depressed, Ryan forced himself off the floor and managed to take a glimpse through his heavy eyes. He felt dazed as he recognized the feminine figure of a body as Summer's. Groaning as he realized the sound was of his own heart swiftly flowing blood to his ears, he managed to become alert of his surroundings.

"What... what is it?" Ryan looked up at the worried girl, she looked so... angelic.

"Where's Coop?" she rattled impatiently.

"How should I know?... not like she'd mention anything to me other than---" he pronounced each word slowly taking a breath between each, as if he couldn't make sense of them otherwise. Running out of breath, he stopped. "I just don't know. I DON'T KNOW!" Ryan burst, followed by a laugh. "I don't know."

All he received in return was a quizzical look. Then her eyes fell to the bottles, hidden among the dark.

"You've been drinking!--"

"Justt a littttle bit." Slurring, Ryan smiled.

"Yeah that's not a good thing Ryan. Of course you probably can't even understand me right now. Ughh. Some help you'll be." Summer glared. At Ryan's slightly exaggerated hurt look though, she gave him a half smile. "Look I know you're going through stuff. Whatever. You--"

"Tell me about it. Have time to talk?" Patting the space beside him, Ryan couldn't seem to keep his glance away from her luscious lips. Oh, and those arms seemed so much more... arm-ier than they usually did.

"Funny. I don't do feelings remember?" Summer crossed her arms and looked down at him. "Besides, I have to find Coop. She's like kind of depressed now and I have to tell her something."

"Oh thought you didn't do feelings." He chuckled, drunk as hell. At her silence though, he winked. "Well tell me then. You can tell me you know."

"Uh... thaaat's okay..." Summer rolled her eyes, and then turned to walk out of the pool house. Then she paused and snapped back around. "Look, you really shouldn't be wasting yourself on a school night."

"Oh...kay..." Ryan's head seemed to hang loosely on his neck, as if it could just swing off any moment. "Well can I come with then?" his eyes drifted towards the smooth profile of her legs.

"Well that is if you can walk. You'll have to keep up with me!" Summer raised her eyebrows and gave him a wink which affected Ryan more than she intended. Feeling turned on, Ryan attempted to lift his heavy body off the hard floor, just to tumble back down.

"A hand?" he laid out his arm, waiting for Summer to take it.

She just shook her head and grabbed the outstretched limb. Tingles leaped up her arm when they made contact. An awkward silence soon followed as Summer's eyes wandered away uncomfortably. All the while Ryan was trying to hide a sly grin emerging on his face. Steadying himself up, he hung his arm around her shoulder and together they staggered out the door, into the cool evening.

"Now if you would just stop swaying I might be able to walk properly." Ryan shook his finger at the suffering girl. All she could do was laugh.

"So, where would Marissa be…" Summer asked.

"Beach?" Ryan tripped, causing their heads to collide.

Summer winced. Shecouldn't help but feel insecure as she noticed Ryan's long unbroken gaze. "Beach it is." She forced a laugh. As much as she wanted to ditch the guy right then and there, on the lawn of grass damp with dew, she had to go through with her plan. Besides, she felt she needed to do something nice for a change… well kind of. More than anything, she was fueled by her anger. Yeah, just you watch Natalie. I can go through with something if I put my mind to it, especially if I want to. You will be so sorry and I won't care. Ha, let's see who laughs after.

When they found themselves tumbling on the silky sands of the beach, Summer wore a crafty grin, soothing her voice into honey. "Come on, I think she's this way."