Okay here I go with another Chino oneshot. Acctually...neither of them have been oneshots really...I just like that word. Anyhow, yes I may or may not continue this, who knows…I guess it depends on the feedback I get. Hint hint ;) ;) So I'm quite the fan of Ryan torture...or so I've heard it been called, so you'll probably see quite a bit of that in this story. Btw I dunno if Ryan's street name was ever given but for my sake I'm just gonna call it Burnett street for lack of a better name. Here goes…
Warnings- I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this
Disclaimer- I own absolutely none of Josh swhartzes (or w/e) ideas
Ummmm- I didn't know what to label this. Anyway, just so whoever reads my stories knows…oooor for whoever's interested, im going to be coming out with a very long Ryan fic this summer with a bit of everything. I hope you'll read it!
Summary- Well I liked the idea of someone from Newport meeting Ryan differently but that's all I'm goin' on.
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Sandy Cohen sighed and sunk down into his chair, he was definitely not having one of his better days. He'd had to meet two clients already, both of which were none to cooperative, not to mention the five and a half hours he'd had to drive. Sandy pinched the bridge of his nose and scanned over a recent file that had been dumped on his desk. Groaning heavily, he got to his feet again and rubbed his face. He still had one more client to visit before the days end, a client from Chino.
On the drive down, Sandy decided to call his wife to let her know that he wouldn't be making it home for dinner. After two rings someone picked up.
"Yes?" Sandy's son answered.
"Seth?"
"Yeah..."
"Where's your mother?" Sandy asked, confused.
"Ill give you one guess" Seth's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Still at work then" Sandy replied, knowing all to well that Seth should have his parents home for dinner more then three times a week.
"Oh father, you dazzle me with your intelligence."
"I know son, listen, I'm gonna be held up at the office for a while so..."
Seth cut him off, "I can order my own dinner and sit alone in the den watching the original King Kong while anxiously awaiting a call from one of my many friends."
Sandy rolled his eyes and said goodbye to Seth with only the slightest hint of remorse in his voice.
A sign indicating his arrival in Chino flew by, as Sandy drove closer to his client's house. Sandy slowed down; he had been to Chino before for work, but not this neighborhood, so he didn't want to get lost. Once he had reached 24 Burnett street, Sandy parked the car on the side of the road and prepared himself as he always did before he met a client. He'd already gone over this kid's file before he'd left, and it didn't look like he was going to have too much trouble. The 16 year old had a few misdemeanors, and brushes with the law, but nothing that would look to bad in front of a judge in this town.
Sandy stepped out of the range rover, and squinted in the sun, just remembering to lock the doors. He had his brand new surf board stuffed in the trunk after all. Briefcase gripped firmly in his hand, he began his march past the gate and up to the front step, pausing slightly before knocking three times.
When the door was lurched open by a kid that looked like he was the older brother of his client, Sandy smiled warmly, only to receive a nasty glare in return. Sandy paused once more when he heard yelling coming from another room.
"Porqué? Cómo? cómo poder usted?"
"Mama, it wasn't my fault! We had no dinero! What are we supposed to do without money heh?"
Whom Sandy supposed was Mrs. Diaz replied harshly. "You could go to JAIL querido! It wasn't worth it!"
At this point, the Latino boy who had answered the door, led Sandy to the living room and beckoned for him to sit down. With that, the kid left the room to retrieve his mother and sister, who were still having a shout fest in the kitchen. When the family returned, Sandy stood up to shake his client's hand.
"You must be Theresa." He said calmly. The kid kept her head down and shook his hand nervously, avoiding his eye. Mrs. Diaz offered a tight smile, signaling that it was time to get down to business.
"Well Theresa, I'm not gonna tell yah what you did was right, cause it wasn't. Stealing money from a convenient store was stupid, and it was weak, and those are two things you can't afford to be right now. I do however, understand why you did it. Now I think if we play this right I can get your case down to another misdemeanor, but I'm not even going to try if the second I turn my back, you're just gonna go and do something like this all over again."
Mrs. Diaz glared at her daughter until she swallowed and nodded, which encouraged Sandy to continue.
"Okay so now that we've got that settled, let's get to it." Sandy hesitated and glanced up at Theresa's face.
"Erm… is it okay to ask where you got that black eye Theresa."
"Yeah" she replied, "I fell off my bike, banged my face on the fence post pretty hard."
Sandy sighed and returned to his paperwork. He knew a lie when he heard one, but he decided not to press the matter any further.
"So where were we?" He asked, perhaps a bit too cheerfully.
When Sandy emerged from the little house some two hours later, he figured that this case would be the toughest of the three. He walked through the dingy gate, noting that there were no fence posts, and wondered why good people always got the worse of things.
Sandy was in the midst of throwing his suitcase in the backseat when the house next door to Theresa's exploded in yelling and noise.
"You little fucker, I told you not to speak to your mother that way!" ,came the booming voice of an older man. Sandy cringed when he heard an unmistakable thud, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering. There was a pause, and for a minute Sandy thought it might be over, then all of a sudden, there came a deafening yell.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
Adrenaline coursed through his veins as Sandy began to jog up to the house when that was followed by another thumping sound and a loud whimper of pain. Just as he was about to begin pounding the door with his fists, it burst open long enough for something to be tossed out, then it was slammed shut again. Sandy turned towards the figure crumpled in a ball in the walkway and took three large strides towards him. When he touched the kid's shoulder, sad blue eyes that were laced with pain, and almost hidden behind sandy blonde hair gazed up at him in confusion.
tbc
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Yeah so there was the first chapter. umm yes...haha how many people thought the client was Ryan? cumon, i know some of you must have... so review, it makes me very happy!
p.s - i intend to make this quite an original story so look out for the next chapter. :) ..hmm didi hear someone story alert perhaps?
cheers,
Pen
