Didi's totally not fanfiction 3

Ryan was exhausted. The straight was over 10 miles wide. Somehow he'd made it across without drowning. His Dad seemed unphased, but Ryan was ready to collapse. Unfortunately as they started walking towards Port Angeles someone saw them. People might have ignored a soaking wet girl wearing ill fitting clothes...if she hadn't been accompanied by a black bear walking upright. A little frantic shouting, a few screams, and Ryan released they had to hide before the sheriff showed up and shot his Dad. Even if they just tranq'd him and released him in the wilderness somewhere it would still be a terrible outcome. So they'd fled into the forest and spent the next few days making their way towards the city. If Ryan had to sleep in the forest one more night...

But eventually they made it. Well, almost. Ryan sat down on the shore of Puget Sound and nearly cried. Would it have killed them to have built a bridge? He'd stopped to ask for directions a few times, while his Dad waited in the forest of course, and apparently the only bridge was way down near Tacoma. They could have walked there of course, but doing so while avoiding populated areas...it wouldn't have been easy. Instead his father, ever the deep thinker, had simply proposed they swim. The Sound was much narrower than the strait after all. Yeah, cause a 5 mile swim sounded fun.

So Ryan once again found himself plunging into cold water to swim alongside his Dad. At least it washed some of the grime off him, but it meant that he was soaking wet by the time they finally arrived at the Turner House. Luckily they lived near the shore. It had only been a 5 minute walk once they made it across. They were hurrying to avoid detection, but Ryan felt it was better to arrive during the day then sneak around at night.

SO here he was, the Turner house. Ryan looked at his Dad for confirmation, then knocked on the door. A minute later it opened and a woman around his age stood there. "Hi, I'm-" Ryan started speaking, but he saw she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at his Dad.

"Dad...there's a bear at the door." The woman said quietly.

"Yes, he's a friendly bear," Ryan insisted, "Actually...funny story. No, not funny. Strange. Weird. Unbelievable story. So..." Ryan was nervous, he'd never been good at talking to girls, even if he was one now. Besides, how could he actually explain this?

A man about his Father's age suddenly rushed to the door, "A bear? It really is a bear!"

Ryan ran his hand through his hair, "Yes. Sorry, you must be Simon Turner. I'm Ryan Santos, could we come in? I don't want anyone to see the bear and get nervous."

"R-Ryan..." Simon stuttered, "Uh...yes. Wouldn't want anyone nervous seeing a bear at my door...come in."

"Dad, you can't be serious." The young woman said.

"Just get in quickly." Simon ordered.

"I thought you said Ryan was a boy." Scarlett said as she stirred the pot.

"Well...er...yes. I did. I thought so. I'm confused." Simon admitted.

"Confused enough to let a freaking bear into our house!" Scarlett shouted, "A bear! Should we call animal control? The police? The news?"

"No no no. That poor Ryan looked pretty beat up. I don't know what she went through but she was covered in cuts and bruises, not to mention those clothes."

Scarlett waved her hand over her nose, "Not to mention the stink!"

"Don't be rude Scarlett. I'll take over dinner. Go find some clothes for her to wear when she's done showering. We'll toss those old rags."

"Fine." Scarlett set down the spoon and went upstairs. She picked out an outfit from her room and then knocked on the bathroom door. The girl had gone in there alone. She'd tried to bring the bear, spouting nonsense about it being her father, but Scarlett saw how dirty the bear's paws were and put her foot down. Almost like it understood, the bear had let itself be led to the backyard where her sister was currently hosing it down. Better her than me was all Scarlett thought about that.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Ryan? I brought you some clothes." She called through the door. There was no answer so she tried the handle. Finding it unlocked she turned the door and pushed it open, "Ryan?" She said again.

There was someone standing in front of the mirror. The person turned, and both of the screamed, "AHHH!"

Scarlett ran and slammed the door behind her, "DAD! There's a pervert in the house! He's got Ryan!"