SMOKE (rydon)

Moving

Ryan was an average, drop out, 18 year-old, smoking addicted teen. Ok well that's not average to begin with, but that doesn't matter.

George Ryan Ross. He went by ryan, he was named after his father who left his mom at a young age. At 3. Right when Ryan turned 3 his father left his mother, she then called Ryan, well Ryan.

Let's get started on the actual story, not just the details. Ryan's mom worked a lot, business trips and all. They moved a lot. And this was another moving situation. After 4 solid years of Detriot, Michigan, they were moving to LA.

Ryan's POV

I am fucking sick of moving! I though I'd actually be staying here for some time.... Well four years has been the longest I've stayed anywhere, but it's just not fair. We're on the car ride to LA now.... Who fucking drives that long?! Nearly a day! Bloody hell I hate this! Only 10 hours in and I'm going crazy! No guitar, no 'loud' music, no smoking in the car, not being able to eat whenever. It's hell. I guess I'll sleep more for now.

3 hours later.

11 more hours yay! I'm excited, I've never seen any pictures of the house but my mom says I get first pick on my room. She also said there's three bed rooms, so we'll have a guest room, she mentioned a possible pool in the back! A fucking pool!! I'm so happy, can't wait! I guess now I'll just listen to music. It's 10pm so I'm going to sleep soon and all. Fuck it. Sleeping now!

9AM

"Ryan wake up" a muffled voice said. "ryan!" it yelled. It was my mom. I woke up and looked around. The sun shined through the car window and into my eyes. We were there. The house was huge for two people! I grabbed some of my things from the car and ran inside. right when you walked in fromm the garage entrance, there was a small room that looked like you'd uuse it for a coat room. once you walked out of there, there was a small kitchen area,, already furnnished. i put my things down on the floor so i could do somme explorng. from there i went to the kithhen, all new appliences. it looked as if sommeone just left the house to go get some food oor something. i looked around tthen went to the family room, right infront of the kitchen, the seperation was a small bar like area conected to the kitchenn counter. the family room had a tv in it surronded by couches, with a screened in pourch behnd, leading to..... A POOL!!! yessssss! i ran to my stuff and grabbed my cigarettes, the samme time my mom came in. "rules for smoking;" she started. "you're only allowed to a) in your room, or b) outside of the house" she said and i sighed, grabing my lighter and running outside. "don't be mean to our neighbors!" she yelled and closed the door. i took a cigarette out and light it, i took a long drag.boy, it feels good to have fire back on my tongue. i smoked forr 5 minutes then went back inside to look around more. if you wennt the other way from the coattt room, there was a small hallway, lleading to the front door with a small office next to it. on the other side of thee door, there was a spiral sstaircase,, with bright ppeach carppet, leadiing upstairs. i went up the stairs and the peach carpeet continued. it was a pink-oorange brright color that just looked lovely. at thee top of the stairs, there was aa haallway with brigh yellow walls and one door on one side, two on thee other, and one at the end. this house was extremely bright and weelcoming, i decided to go in the door at the end first. i walked towwards it and heard foot steps from inside.. "mom you said i get to choose my room first!" i said and opened the doorr. no one was there. i was just imagining things, right?

//AN: sorry for the random double letters, i'm using a lousy keyboard//