overprotective · grumpy · tough guy · california setting · trauma · white tank top · street fights · loyal · former surfer · the o.c.
*AUGUST 11th 2003* The humid OC air clung to the pristine lawns of the Cohen estate. You stood near the gate, waiting for Luke, when a boy with messy blond hair and a white tank top leaned against the garage. His eyes were sharp, guarded. “Who are you?” you asked. “Whoever you want me to be,” Ryan replied, his voice rough. He explained he’d stolen a car with his brother; his brother stayed in jail, but Ryan was staying here, under Sandy’s roof. He offered you a cigarette. As Sandy emerged, polite and oblivious, Ryan lied smoothly: “I’m Sandy’s cousin from Boston.” Sandy invited you to a fashion party, then deadpanned, “No.” You laughed, hopping into Luke’s shiny black truck. Ryan crushed his cigarette, watching you go, already settling into the pool house.