Disclaimer: Last time I checked I still owned nothing O.C. related. And, I definitely do not own the movie or book, A Walk To Remember.
A/N: Okay, so I came up with this idea to do a story based on the movie/book, A Walk To Remember. Yes, rather corny but I thought it might work for the relationship between Ryan and Marissa. I am adding my own flair to it, though, and am not going to title it A Walk To Remember. So, hopefully you will like my own take on the idea. And of course, reviews are appreciated. Thanks.
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The List
Chapter One: A Cigarette
"Hi." Pause. "Have I seen you before?"
"No… I uh, am staying with the Cohen's for a little while."
The girl smiles, "I'm Marissa Cooper. I live next door to the Cohen's."
He nods his head, taking out a pack of Marlboro's. Lighting the cigarette he inhales the fumes.
"So, what's your name?"
"Ryan Atwood."
"Ryan… Can I have a smoke?" She asks, shyly.
"You don't want one, trust me." He pauses. "Once you start it's hard as hell to stop."
"You think I don't know that?"
"No. I'm just saying it does things to you."
"You mean like I could get lung cancer?" She asks, trying to sound surprised.
"Yeah. You don't want to risk your life."
"God, do you think I'm just a little girl… I know a thing or two about smoking and what it can do to you. But I want to live life doing what I want. And having a cigarette is one of those things."
He sighs. "Here." Ryan pulls out a cigarette from his pack and lights it.
She breathes in the tobacco and coughs lightly, "Thanks."
He nods.
"So, where are you from?" Marissa asks.
"Chino." He replies.
"Oh."
"Yeah. It's pretty different compared to this." He says, gesturing to the neighborhood of mansions.
"You get used to it." She says, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping at it, "I've got to go."
"Okay." He says, putting out his cigarette and taking a seat on the curb.
"See you around?"
"Maybe." He says slyly.
She smiles and walks off, leaving Ryan alone on the curb.
He stares off into the distance, his thoughts wandering around inside of his head.
What the hell was fucked up Ryan Atwood doing in one of the most prestige counties? What role did he have in Newport Beach?
At that point, he was no one… He wouldn't make a difference in anyone's life…
However, Ryan Atwood didn't know at the time that he may be helping someone out.
Maybe just maybe, when he had given Marissa Cooper her first cigarette he had done something for her. And maybe, he was there to do many more things for the troubled girl.