Viral

Disclaimer: I don't own the oc or any of it's characters, though I will continue to barrow them from time to time for my stories because they're awesome

Author's note: This is the first chapter of my new fan fiction Viral, it's a little different from my usual topics, but I like it and I think it should be fun to write. As always comments are appreciated they help me to write and I always love it when people follow or favorite me... it kind of makes my day. I've already written the next chapter so it should be up pretty soon :)

Ryan sighed as he looked down at the piano before him it was Friday afternoon and school was officially over for the week. He allowed himself to stroke the keys before him, letting himself to feel the white ivory keys under his fingers. He loved the feeling of the piano almost, he loved it as much as he loved the feeling of a guitar in his arms. He remembered the days he spent at the Chino community center teaching himself and then finally meeting Andre, a volunteer, who taught him on the weekends. Those had been some of the best moments of his life. Those moments with Andre were like a break from reality where he could get away from his mother's abusive boyfriends and her drinking, he thought it couldn't get any better until Andre had introduced him to the guitar. He loved the feeling of the wood between his fingers and the strings as he plucked them. The music…it was when he made music that he realized that he could actually make something rather than break it.

Ryan missed the community center; he missed Andre. Slowly he began to play Beethoven, Symphony No. 5, he imagined Seth's face if he ever found out about his little hobby. There was something nice about nobody in Newport knowing that the badass Chino boy could play piano…he'd hate to ruin his image. Though part of him wished they knew, wished they could understand that where he came from he was the nerd… that he wasn't this tough guy everyone seemed to think he was.

Melted into the music and let all of his irritation and anger float away. He let the music surround him and closed his eyes thinking of how nice it would be to just sit here and play for a little while longer. He had to meet Seth though, so reluctantly he allowed the music to die away and stood making his way out of the auditorium and out into the warmth of a California day.

"Hey, Ry, where have you been I've been looking all over for you," Ryan heard Seth call out to him. He found himself letting out a little groan and propered himself for some of Seth's rambling; the kid never seemed to stop talking.

"Just around, sorry," Seth shook his head, but he was smiling so Ryan guessed it was okay.

"Whatever man we have to get going, the comic store just got a new hellboy comic and I've been dying to read it for, like, months. It's supposed to be totally awesome, that's what they say online anyway. Come on," Ryan allowed Seth to lead him away while secretly yearning for the quiet auditorium with the piano.

It took three hours to loose Seth. Though Ryan loved Seth and would always have his back sometimes he was just too much. After three hours listening to him about comic books and Summer, his two favorite topics, Ryan thought he might go insane. He found himself constantly thinking of the guitar waiting for him in his room, the one Sandy had gotten for him.

It was crazy thinking just what that guitar really meant to him. He had told Sandy only once that he liked to play the guitar and the man had actually listened. More than that, Sandy had remembered and bought him one, the idea someone actually cared that much was crazy. Having Sandy was almost like having a real dad.

Sitting in the pool house he found himself strumming and when he finally settled on the song "is it over," (by Kris Allen- definitely spending to much time with Summer) he began to sing. He was once again in his own little world with the music washing over him.

He didn't even notice when Seth came in mouth open, phone out and recording the entire thing. If Ryan had caught Seth he would have made him delete his little performance while secretly dying from embarrassment. But he didn't see Seth; he was too stuck in the lyrics, in the chords, in the music that he wrapped around himself, allowing the stress of the day to dissipate.

Ryan must have been playing for over an hour when he finally came out of the haze of music finally feeling relaxed again.

Meanwhile…

Seth was shocked; he had had no idea that Ryan, quiet badass Chino kid could sing like that, could play the guitar. He hadn't even known Ryan had a guitar. The strangest part of it all was that Ryan was actually really really good, like professional good. He had videotaped six songs, each more unbelievable than the next.

He thought about confronting Ryan, going up to him and asking him why he hadn't told him about his skills with a guitar and that he could actually sing, but something stopped him.

He wasn't sure why, but something made him think of YouTube, he thought about how everyone was making music covers these days, like Justin Bieber, he couldn't help but wonder if people would think Ryan was as good as Seth thought he was; a curious Seth was never good. He just couldn't stop himself, he found himself in front of the computer. He separated the videos; tweaking them a little before adding them to an account he made for Ryan… half an hour later he had uploaded Ryan's songs to YouTube. Suddenly be found himself a little worried about what Ryan might do if he found out. Should he delete the videos? His hand moved back to the computer—

"Seth dinner," came his father's shout from downstairs.

Seth sighed, looked once more at the computer screen and left his room; completely unaware of the repercussions his actions were going to have.