Fandom: The OC
Beta: The wondeful souleswanderer who knows nothing about the show, but was nice enough to look it over anyway.
Characters: Ryan, Sandy
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The OC. How sad for me!
Summary: It's no secret that life is better in Newport, but why does Ryan really stay?
A/N: I've had this idea for awhile now and finally put it down on paper. No one die of shock, okay?
Ryan walked into the lavish kitchen, opening the refrigerator and viewing the ample supply of food. He grabbed the orange juice from the shelf and an apple from the bowl on the counter. He was trying to get used to all the food and he still cringed when the Cohens tossed away far more than they consumed.
The abundant supply of food was nice, but it wasn’t why he stayed.
He glanced at the pool house through the glass doors. A pool house. A freaking pool house. It was incredible – expensive sheets, fancy furniture, and it wasn’t like he had to worry about the Cohens being evicted.
A roof over his head, soft sheets and a place to call his own – it was wonderful, but it wasn’t why he stayed.
He pulled out a chair and dropped onto the seat, pulling his textbooks out of his backpack. A private school and a real chance for college… He didn’t think he’d ever get used it. College wasn’t an option or even a dream. Back in Chino, college was as much an option as sprouting wings and flying to Mars. Still, here he was with his textbooks and new clothes, attending a school that gave him a real shot at getting into a good college somewhere.
It was amazing, like living a dream he never dared to hope for, but even that, as incredible as it was, wasn’t why he stayed.
“Hey, kid,” Sandy said as he walked into the kitchen with his briefcase under his arm.
Ryan looked up, a hesitant smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Seth told me you aced your Physics exam yesterday,” Sandy said conversationally, watching as Ryan lowered his head and shrugged. He walked past the table, pausing to rest his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”
Ryan sat perfectly still as the door closed, and Sandy joined Kirsten outside to savor the warm California afternoon.
Ryan smiled, his pencil tapping against the tabletop, as his gaze dropped to the open textbook.
He couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be.