"Crash of the Waves" (1/1)
Author: Buffster
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Summary: Right after the fight with Oliver on "The Rivals"
He sat with his head low, his hands pressed against his head, as if trying to erase the horrible memories of the past few weeks. He had no idea what had possessed him to take down Oliver, maybe because the guy was taunting him. Using Marissa as bait to finally make Ryan sink.
He couldn't get the image of her disgusted look when she found Oliver on the ground. The way her eyes gave her the accusing glare. He hated it. He hated her. He hated everyone. Did no one see that Oliver is a bad guy? Of course not. This is NewPort. In order to make someone see something, it would have to confirmed and then gossiped about.
He was alone.
"Ryan? Are you..okay?" A hesitant voice asked, and the presence of another person asked as they came up to him on the beach. He sighed, unsure of whether or not he wanted to talk.
"It's about Coop and Oliver, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern. It was then when he noticed the dejected look on her face. A sense of loneliness that he had never noticed before. She was unhappy.
His silence answered her question.
"Wow, you certaintly like to talk." She said, sounding annoyed that he wouldn't talk to her. He glared at her.
"Look, Ryan...I know that I'm not like the first person you run to. I don't even know if you run, but I'm sure if you did you'd run to Cohen or Coop, or maybe even Luke before me, but..I'm here now. So try me." She said, casually waving her hand around. She sighed, this was going to much harder than she expected. This guy was like a rock, she had to break him down. So she did something she doesn't do often. She spoke the truth.
"For what it's worth. I don't trust him. Never have." She whispered. He looked at her in surprise. He wasn't expecting that. Summer caring for someone other than herself? He knew he shouldn't judge her by some of the things she did, but she was known for just caring about herself.
"You don't?' He asked cautiously, but at the same time sounding like a lost little boy. She shooked her head and met his eyes. Sincercity shown in them, showing him she was serious.
"So what we do we do now?" She asked, uncertainty in her voice. He shrugged, finding himself easing into the conversation.
"What can we do? Marissa isn't listening to me on this one..Maybe you could try talking to her." He said, the hope coming back into his voice.
"Please. If she won't listen to you, there's the same possibility she won't listen to her best friend..or well, me." She said, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. Too late.
"Summer." He whispered softly.
"God, I'm sorry. This is so lame. I mean, of course Coop is my best friend." She said, quickly wiping at her eyes.
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care." She said, stubborness in her voice. She was showing her weakness, how was Ryan getting to her like this?
"You should. I'm sorry if I took her from you." He said quietly, studying her profile. She gulped and kept her gaze focused on the water.
"I'm alone, Ryan." She said truthfully. Why was she admitting this? She, Summer Roberts, was strong, not this weak girl.
Ryan didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her she wasn't, but what good was that? He knew nothing about her and the best thing to do right now was remain silent, let her get control of her thoughts. He wrapped his arm aorund her, and she leaned into him, truly feeling safe for the first time in awhile.
"When did things get so screwed up?" She whispered. He grasped her shoulder.
"They always have been. Right now this is the first time it's surfacing." He sighed. She smelled like cocunuts. It was refreshing.
"It sucks."
Silence overcame the two, letting them ponder their thoughts, their path. The sound of the phone startled them both, causing them to jump apart, as if they had done something wrong.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's me. You should come home." Seth's voice greeted him. Ryan ran a hand through his hair.
"Why?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"They heard about the fight. Trust me, come home now, deal with the great Sandy wrath, and then it's over." Seth advised.
"Be right there." With that, he turned the phone off and turned to Summer, who met his gaze.
"Time for me to head back to reality." He said dissappointed. She nodded and something overcame him and he pulled her into his arms. She breathed in his scent, savoring the fact that she felt safe.
"You need a ride home?" He offered. She shook her head.
"I think I want to stay away from reality at the moment." She said, smiling softly. He nodded and began to walk away.
Summer began to let her thoughts run along when his voice called out to her.
"And Summer?"
She turned around meeting his gaze.
"You're not alone anymore." He said genuinely.
A smile lit up her face and she waved. As soon as he left, she fell back onto the sand, thinking about the strange turn of events. Listening to the crash of the waves made the world seem like such a perfect place. A private place. For her. And For Ryan.
Author: Buffster
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Summary: Right after the fight with Oliver on "The Rivals"
He sat with his head low, his hands pressed against his head, as if trying to erase the horrible memories of the past few weeks. He had no idea what had possessed him to take down Oliver, maybe because the guy was taunting him. Using Marissa as bait to finally make Ryan sink.
He couldn't get the image of her disgusted look when she found Oliver on the ground. The way her eyes gave her the accusing glare. He hated it. He hated her. He hated everyone. Did no one see that Oliver is a bad guy? Of course not. This is NewPort. In order to make someone see something, it would have to confirmed and then gossiped about.
He was alone.
"Ryan? Are you..okay?" A hesitant voice asked, and the presence of another person asked as they came up to him on the beach. He sighed, unsure of whether or not he wanted to talk.
"It's about Coop and Oliver, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern. It was then when he noticed the dejected look on her face. A sense of loneliness that he had never noticed before. She was unhappy.
His silence answered her question.
"Wow, you certaintly like to talk." She said, sounding annoyed that he wouldn't talk to her. He glared at her.
"Look, Ryan...I know that I'm not like the first person you run to. I don't even know if you run, but I'm sure if you did you'd run to Cohen or Coop, or maybe even Luke before me, but..I'm here now. So try me." She said, casually waving her hand around. She sighed, this was going to much harder than she expected. This guy was like a rock, she had to break him down. So she did something she doesn't do often. She spoke the truth.
"For what it's worth. I don't trust him. Never have." She whispered. He looked at her in surprise. He wasn't expecting that. Summer caring for someone other than herself? He knew he shouldn't judge her by some of the things she did, but she was known for just caring about herself.
"You don't?' He asked cautiously, but at the same time sounding like a lost little boy. She shooked her head and met his eyes. Sincercity shown in them, showing him she was serious.
"So what we do we do now?" She asked, uncertainty in her voice. He shrugged, finding himself easing into the conversation.
"What can we do? Marissa isn't listening to me on this one..Maybe you could try talking to her." He said, the hope coming back into his voice.
"Please. If she won't listen to you, there's the same possibility she won't listen to her best friend..or well, me." She said, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. Too late.
"Summer." He whispered softly.
"God, I'm sorry. This is so lame. I mean, of course Coop is my best friend." She said, quickly wiping at her eyes.
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care." She said, stubborness in her voice. She was showing her weakness, how was Ryan getting to her like this?
"You should. I'm sorry if I took her from you." He said quietly, studying her profile. She gulped and kept her gaze focused on the water.
"I'm alone, Ryan." She said truthfully. Why was she admitting this? She, Summer Roberts, was strong, not this weak girl.
Ryan didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her she wasn't, but what good was that? He knew nothing about her and the best thing to do right now was remain silent, let her get control of her thoughts. He wrapped his arm aorund her, and she leaned into him, truly feeling safe for the first time in awhile.
"When did things get so screwed up?" She whispered. He grasped her shoulder.
"They always have been. Right now this is the first time it's surfacing." He sighed. She smelled like cocunuts. It was refreshing.
"It sucks."
Silence overcame the two, letting them ponder their thoughts, their path. The sound of the phone startled them both, causing them to jump apart, as if they had done something wrong.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's me. You should come home." Seth's voice greeted him. Ryan ran a hand through his hair.
"Why?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"They heard about the fight. Trust me, come home now, deal with the great Sandy wrath, and then it's over." Seth advised.
"Be right there." With that, he turned the phone off and turned to Summer, who met his gaze.
"Time for me to head back to reality." He said dissappointed. She nodded and something overcame him and he pulled her into his arms. She breathed in his scent, savoring the fact that she felt safe.
"You need a ride home?" He offered. She shook her head.
"I think I want to stay away from reality at the moment." She said, smiling softly. He nodded and began to walk away.
Summer began to let her thoughts run along when his voice called out to her.
"And Summer?"
She turned around meeting his gaze.
"You're not alone anymore." He said genuinely.
A smile lit up her face and she waved. As soon as he left, she fell back onto the sand, thinking about the strange turn of events. Listening to the crash of the waves made the world seem like such a perfect place. A private place. For her. And For Ryan.