This is a work of fiction and not intended to harm anyone or anything just for the erotic enjoyment of others. I do not own the rights to The OC.
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Ryan Atwood came out of his Architecture Lecture in Berkeley along with the rest of his class. He was in his second year and was thoroughly enjoying it. It was a Friday and he would be staying with his adoptive family the Cohen's for the weekend. Their son, his brother/best-friend Seth was still in Rhode Island with his girlfriend Summer Roberts. Ryan walked across the lawns to his Jeep Wrangler. Thought of Newport crossing his mind. Marissa, his deceased love, Taylor his obsessive, neurotic lover. The old house which Gordon Bullit, Kirsten Cohen's old investor was rebuilding as a gift for them. Ryan started the engine and drove through the college roads till he stopped outside the Law Building. Sandy Cohen was waiting he ran a hand through his graying hair.
"Hey, kid."
"Sandford."
"You've become too funny." Sandy said getting in.
"So heading to the Nana's this weekend?"
"Yep. Sophie and me. Kirsten has to stay and order the construction of her gallery."
"Yeah." Ryan said disbelievingly.
"Yes we all know The Nana isn't fond of the Kirsten and vice-versa."
"How is Sophie? Meaning Baby Sophie."
"Baby Sophie is fine she learnt a new word from Seth. X-Men."
"What?"
"Kid can teach his sister all the way from Rhode Island."
"And the Nana how is she?"
"Well her Cancer is gone. She's met someone new and that's why Sandy Cohen is going down."
"Interrogation huh?"
"As always."
"When's your flight."
"In a couple of hours." Ryan pulled into the driveway.
"I love this house."
"Kid I've been meaning to talk to you. Seth isn't exactly planning a life in Newport. I know you love it there. And I doubt the Cohen's are going to move again. How do you feel about owning the Newport House?"
"Sandy." Ryan said as they walked up the steps.
"I know. I know. But you're our son, take it as...your inheritance."
"Sandy, its your house."
"Think about it kid."