ext_10394 ([identity profile] aphroditesflesh.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2005-02-01 10:37 am
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Last Summer by Kate Monster (PG-13)

Fandom: THE OC
Pairing: Ryan/Theresa, Theresa/Eddie
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] kate_monster
Author Website: N/A but other fanfic is located here
Why this must be read: I tend to end up clinging onto certain ships and when Theresa entered the picture on “The O.C” I was particular intrigued by her presence and history with Ryan. I believed that their history could’ve been explored more. In the fandom a large majority of people disliked Theresa for causing an eruption on the show because Ryan still had obvious feeling for her. I always felt that Theresa was and is the kind of character that could be explored the most if only because there are only a few things we know about her. In fanfic the opportunity to dig deeper into the character is a viable option.

In this story the author takes the background the show offers and makes it her own. Exploring the relationship that Ryan and Theresa had before he left Chino. The relationship results in an emotional roller coaster ride for Theresa who is always discarded when Ryan no longer feels a need for her. But every scene they are in together is quickly pulled together by the history they share together. Theresa must force herself to get over Ryan while still feeling tremendous amounts of love for him. Ryan is exceptionally messed up as his life takes tragic, twisted turns and although he could quite possibly be capable of loving Theresa the way she loves him he doesn’t know how to handle a girl who doesn’t constantly need his help.



The music stopped. All she could hear was her own soft breath and Ryan's breath, fading off into sleep, unable to finish the song or the thought.

She inched up off the bed to look over. The music box was still sitting on his chest, slowly rising up and down. He really was gonna break it. Gently, she reached over and removed it, and watched as his hands slipped loosely to the sides.

She stared at the music box in her hands, at the two plastic lovers that spun around to the music. The music box had it all wrong. The song wasn't about lovers together. It was about lovers apart. Lovers who don't know each other. Lovers who might never meet. Who designed this thing? Did they even know what they were designing?

She hummed the last notes of the song to herself in a soft tone, slowly letting the notes drift out of her throat.


Last Summer