"Hi, umm, may I speak to Trey please?" Ryan says through the phone. It's been a few hours since Sandy came over and they haven't gotten a call yet and Ryan decided that tonight's not a good night for him and Marissa to have dinner with Trey and his girlfriend.

"Hello?" Ryan hears Trey's voice through the receiver.

"Hey, man."

"Oh, hey Ryan."

"Listen man, I can't go out tonight. It's not a good idea." Ryan explains.

"What? Dude come on, we haven't seen each other in forever." Trey points out.

"Theresa's dead." Ryan finally says, and almost instantly, all the hurt that he felt earlier came rushing back.

"What?"

"She's gone and her son's staying with us."

Trey doesn't say anything for a second, and Ryan lets out a sigh, "Okay, listen man. Can you just meet me for like an hour? Tops?"

"What? Why?" Ryan asks, confused.

"I need your help with something. Please, let's meet at the diner okay?" Trey asks, and Ryan can almost hear panic in his voice.

"Alright fine. But I can't take too long." Ryan says, frustration growing in his voice.

The two hang up the phone and Ryan explains to Marissa that he has to meet Seth at the diner for a bit. No use getting her worried right?

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Ryan fiddles with a plastic fork as he waits for Trey in one of the booths in the diner. He looks up at the door and sees his brother in an expensive looking jacket and jeans.

"Hey, little brother." Trey says as Ryan gives him a hug.

"It's good to see you man." Ryan says softly. The two men sit across from each other and Ryan notices Trey looking nervous. "You okay?" he asks.

Trey runs his hand through his hair and looks at Ryan, "Listen man I need your help."

Ryan, feeling uneasy about his brother's tone, lets in a deep breath. "What is it?" he asks, seriously.

"I need some cash." Trey blurts out, causing Ryan to sit back, surprised.

"What do you mean? I thought things were going great for you. With the restaurant and Lauren, I mean—

"Ryan, listen, I owe people some money that I don't have." Trey explains.

Ryan stares at his brother in disbelief and leans in, "I thought you've changed, man." He says rather calmly.

"I did…I mean, I have. But I made a mistake, come on man. I really need your help. If Lauren finds out—

"Find out what?"

Trey sits back, clearly frustrated, "When I came to Miami, I was a wreck okay, Ry? I needed a fix, I needed something to forget." He explains, Ryan runs his hand through his hair trying to keep calm, "So, I started dealing…but then the restaurant started so I stopped. I paid most of the stuff I didn't sell but it wasn't enough—

"How much do you need?" Ryan asks, not wanting to hear anymore.

"50 grand." Trey replies.

Ryan looks at his brother; trying to figure out how in the hell did he think Trey's actually changed, "50,000 dollars, Trey? How the hell did you manage to lose that much money? I thought the restaurant was going great."

"That's the thing, I was using the restaurant's money. My friend's already threatened to fire me if I don't get the money back, man. Come on."

"And let me guess, that's how you can afford this?" Ryan says angrily, pointing at Trey's jacket, "You've been stealing money and you're using it for yourself! No wonder you came back! Just so you can cause more trouble and drag me down with you!"

"Ry, come on, it's not like that."

"Oh yeah? Well then what is it? Huh?" At this point, tears of anger were threatening to fall on Ryan's face. Trey says nothing but looks down at the table, "Trey, I have a family now. If Marissa finds out…she didn't even want me to call you back in the first place. But the idiot that I am, thought my big brother's actually changed!"

"Ryan, please. Just help me out man. I can't go to anyone else." Trey utters quietly, almost begging.

Ryan looks at him again, and seeing the state Trey was in, he felt that if his older can't be responsible for himself, then who will? "I'll give you the money." Ryan begins quietly, taking out his checkbook, "But after this, I want you out of Newport. I never want to hear from you again." He says as he writes on the small piece of paper.

Trey nods sadly, and Ryan hands him the piece of paper, "Thanks man. I really appreciate this. And I promise you, this is it, I'm done." Trey says.

"I've heard that before." Ryan mutters, getting up from the booth, "I gotta get going, Marissa's waiting for me."

Trey nods in understanding. "Thanks again man."

Ryan, in turn, nods his head and puts his hands in his coat pockets, "Just take care of yourself." He says before heading off and disappearing outside leaving Trey sitting by himself, staring at the small piece of paper in his hands.

Alright, the drama's over for now. So let's get back to more fluff, shall we? Hope you guys like it. i like reviews.