Alright, I think I am officially becoming a fanfiction.net junkie. I have only been writing for about two weeks and I am already on my third fic.
I do not own the OC or any characters on the show. I've been having writer's block lately and this show is helping to restore my creative juices.
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One evening as I was sitting on the couch, planning my schedule for the following day, I heard someone bang on my door. I shouted that I was coming, hoping the noise would stop. But it didn't -the person was relentless. I quickly ran to the door to stop it because I didn't want my nosy neighbors calling the cops. When I swung it open, there she was, Marissa, my ex-boyfriend's most recent ex, standing there, soaking wet and looking dejected.
"Are you in love with him?" She asked pathetically.
"Sorry?" Was she nuts? Rain withstanding, would a normal person drive from Newport to Chino at such an ungodly hour just to ask me questions? Ryan had mentioned that she had been battling some emotional problems but this was pushing the issue.
"Ryan," she said impatiently, "are you in love with him?" she screamed.
She was screeching so hard that I knew that despite the rain, my entire neighborhood could hear her so I knew I had to do something.
"Please come in," I said, grabbing her arm. She immediately shook me hand off, refusing to comply.
"Marissa, you are soaking wet. Just come in for a bit so that you can dry off. We can talk about it inside."
She stared at me for a while, contemplating her options before she walked it.
I went to the laundry room to pick up a clean towel and handed it to her. She dried herself off and handed back the wet towel. I didn't want her wetting my couch so I pointed at one of the chairs in the dinning room and beckoned her to sit. I sat on another seat, across the table from her.
"So what's your question again?"
"You and Ryan, are you in love?"
I scratched my head and wondered, "why would you think that?"
"Please," she said in a whining voice, "just answer me."
I got off the seat and walked around a little. "Do you want the truth?"
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When she asked me that question, I felt like crying. "Do you want the truth?" usually comes right before some heartbreaking home truths and I was not prepared to hear them. I got in my car after Summer told me that Seth had said that he felt Ryan and Theresa were getting back together. Seth had sworn her to secrecy but like a good friend, she'd informed me. I don't know what had happened, because it felt like I had an out of body experience when I jumped into my car and drove to Theresa's place. I'd only been to her neighborhood once, but it was like my body was on autopilot because somehow, I found my way there.
"Of course I want the truth!" I flung back at her - bracing myself for the worst.
"Well," she started, "the truth is... I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
She sat back down. "I honestly do not know. Yes, when I picked that catering job, I was hoping to see Ryan again. But I didn't really think that we stood a chance of rekindling what we'd shared. But then you and him.... you not trusting him... that really changed things. I don't know..." she said, shaking her head.
I started crying again. "But doesn't he understand I love him?"
"What he understands is that you don't trust him."
Hearing those words filled my heart with rage. "So, he prefers a girl who is not even sure about her feelings to one who loves him, just because I didn't trust him?"
"Yes," she said sympathetically. "Right now he does. At least he knows that I trust him." Then she licked her lips. Such pretty full lips - lips made for a Chanel ad. God, why don't I have such full lips? They look so soft and enticing - maybe that's why Ryan likes her - she's got gorgeous, juicy full lips. While I have lips so thin that I need to enlarge them with tons of lipliner. Instinctively, I touched my lips and noticed that they were dry. I instantly, reached for my bag, pulled out the lip gloss and applied a fresh coat.
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I couldn't believe my eyes. She was sitting in my living room, miserable, crying, aching for Ryan's affection and she was still feminine enough to apply lip gloss. I am usually a confident person but that made me feel very self conscious. Maybe that was why Ryan was having a hard time leaving her. There she was, so girly that even though no one she wanted to impress was around, even though she'd driven all the way from Newport to engage in a bru-ha-ha with me, she still had enough presence of mind to touch up her make-up. God, why can't I be more like her? I was always the tom-boy growing up and I even got into the make-up game late. Maybe if I were more feminine, and had impeccable style like she did, Ryan and I would still be together.
"Well, I do not know what to do," she said, looking fed up.
I sat on the couch and faced her. "I do not think there is anything you can do. You just have to wait."
"What about you?" she asked pointedly.
What did she want to hear? I knew that in her fragile state, hearing that I intended to pursue my relationship to the fullest wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I don't know. Long distance relationships are hard. I don't know if we even want that. But for now, we are just friends."
"If you are just friends, why won't he see me!" she flung at me.
I looked at her and felt pity. The poor girl didn't realize that her theatrics were making things worse and not better. In the spirit of sisterhood, I decided to give her some advice.
"Marissa, you do realize that all your crying and begging hasn't helped one bit."
The look on her face told me that she did. "But what more can I do?"
"Nothing."
"Of course you'd say 'nothing,'" she said with venom. "If I do nothing, it'll be easier for you to slide in there."
I let out a short laugh. "Sweetie, trust me. This is between you and Ryan. It has nothing to do with me. If you keep suffocating him, he is going to rebel by rejecting you. If you never give him a chance to actually miss you and want you back, how is he ever going to do that? You need to stop acting so needy and at least, when you see him, act like the girl he fell in love with so many months ago - not this weepy pleading one."
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What a bitch! She was trying to disguise her insults as advice.
"Once again, that would fit right into your little agenda, wouldn't it?" I said sarcastically. "Don't stand there pretending... acting like you don't want him!"
She put her hand on her chest, "I promise you, this has nothing to do with me. Right now, you are messing up any chances of you and Ryan getting back together. You're the reason you are not together right now. You broke up with him, hurt him to his core, when all he was trying to do was protect you."
I looked at her and her words stung. They didn't sting because she was being hateful - no, they stung because they were true. Every last word of them. As she took her hand away from her chest, she rubbed her breasts slightly. What was she? A C-cup? I could barely fill out my A. My God, no wonder Ryan loves her so much. She's got big, beautiful breasts - and we know how men love those, while a robin would be ashamed to have my mine. God, why can't I gain some weight so I can fill out some tops? I try my best to eat as much as I can to no avail. Summer is always talking about how she wishes she was as thin as me, but frankly speaking, it wasn't as wonderful as it was cracked up to be. The truth is, men love healthy women like Theresa. I'd even overheard Ryan say that he loved a woman with whom he could have something to hold on. That's why sometimes I feel less and less secure about my reunion with Ryan, because, if he had his own personal Shakira, what would he want me for?
"Would you like something to eat?" she asked. "I just finished dinner and we have some leftover Lasagna."
"No thanks," I replied. God, why does she have to be so nice? She's beautiful and sweet. Please God, put me out of my misery right now.
Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. Theresa walked over and looked through the peep-hole. She looked back at me confused. "Does he know you're here?"
"Who?"
"Ryan?"
"What?" I yelled. Theresa put her finger in front of her lips, gesturing me to shut up. I hadn't intended to scream but Ryan just showing up like that put me in panic mode. My goodness, what did he want? And more importantly, what will he say when he saw me?
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This is a two-parter Watch out for the second part.
I do not own the OC or any characters on the show. I've been having writer's block lately and this show is helping to restore my creative juices.
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One evening as I was sitting on the couch, planning my schedule for the following day, I heard someone bang on my door. I shouted that I was coming, hoping the noise would stop. But it didn't -the person was relentless. I quickly ran to the door to stop it because I didn't want my nosy neighbors calling the cops. When I swung it open, there she was, Marissa, my ex-boyfriend's most recent ex, standing there, soaking wet and looking dejected.
"Are you in love with him?" She asked pathetically.
"Sorry?" Was she nuts? Rain withstanding, would a normal person drive from Newport to Chino at such an ungodly hour just to ask me questions? Ryan had mentioned that she had been battling some emotional problems but this was pushing the issue.
"Ryan," she said impatiently, "are you in love with him?" she screamed.
She was screeching so hard that I knew that despite the rain, my entire neighborhood could hear her so I knew I had to do something.
"Please come in," I said, grabbing her arm. She immediately shook me hand off, refusing to comply.
"Marissa, you are soaking wet. Just come in for a bit so that you can dry off. We can talk about it inside."
She stared at me for a while, contemplating her options before she walked it.
I went to the laundry room to pick up a clean towel and handed it to her. She dried herself off and handed back the wet towel. I didn't want her wetting my couch so I pointed at one of the chairs in the dinning room and beckoned her to sit. I sat on another seat, across the table from her.
"So what's your question again?"
"You and Ryan, are you in love?"
I scratched my head and wondered, "why would you think that?"
"Please," she said in a whining voice, "just answer me."
I got off the seat and walked around a little. "Do you want the truth?"
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When she asked me that question, I felt like crying. "Do you want the truth?" usually comes right before some heartbreaking home truths and I was not prepared to hear them. I got in my car after Summer told me that Seth had said that he felt Ryan and Theresa were getting back together. Seth had sworn her to secrecy but like a good friend, she'd informed me. I don't know what had happened, because it felt like I had an out of body experience when I jumped into my car and drove to Theresa's place. I'd only been to her neighborhood once, but it was like my body was on autopilot because somehow, I found my way there.
"Of course I want the truth!" I flung back at her - bracing myself for the worst.
"Well," she started, "the truth is... I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
She sat back down. "I honestly do not know. Yes, when I picked that catering job, I was hoping to see Ryan again. But I didn't really think that we stood a chance of rekindling what we'd shared. But then you and him.... you not trusting him... that really changed things. I don't know..." she said, shaking her head.
I started crying again. "But doesn't he understand I love him?"
"What he understands is that you don't trust him."
Hearing those words filled my heart with rage. "So, he prefers a girl who is not even sure about her feelings to one who loves him, just because I didn't trust him?"
"Yes," she said sympathetically. "Right now he does. At least he knows that I trust him." Then she licked her lips. Such pretty full lips - lips made for a Chanel ad. God, why don't I have such full lips? They look so soft and enticing - maybe that's why Ryan likes her - she's got gorgeous, juicy full lips. While I have lips so thin that I need to enlarge them with tons of lipliner. Instinctively, I touched my lips and noticed that they were dry. I instantly, reached for my bag, pulled out the lip gloss and applied a fresh coat.
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I couldn't believe my eyes. She was sitting in my living room, miserable, crying, aching for Ryan's affection and she was still feminine enough to apply lip gloss. I am usually a confident person but that made me feel very self conscious. Maybe that was why Ryan was having a hard time leaving her. There she was, so girly that even though no one she wanted to impress was around, even though she'd driven all the way from Newport to engage in a bru-ha-ha with me, she still had enough presence of mind to touch up her make-up. God, why can't I be more like her? I was always the tom-boy growing up and I even got into the make-up game late. Maybe if I were more feminine, and had impeccable style like she did, Ryan and I would still be together.
"Well, I do not know what to do," she said, looking fed up.
I sat on the couch and faced her. "I do not think there is anything you can do. You just have to wait."
"What about you?" she asked pointedly.
What did she want to hear? I knew that in her fragile state, hearing that I intended to pursue my relationship to the fullest wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I don't know. Long distance relationships are hard. I don't know if we even want that. But for now, we are just friends."
"If you are just friends, why won't he see me!" she flung at me.
I looked at her and felt pity. The poor girl didn't realize that her theatrics were making things worse and not better. In the spirit of sisterhood, I decided to give her some advice.
"Marissa, you do realize that all your crying and begging hasn't helped one bit."
The look on her face told me that she did. "But what more can I do?"
"Nothing."
"Of course you'd say 'nothing,'" she said with venom. "If I do nothing, it'll be easier for you to slide in there."
I let out a short laugh. "Sweetie, trust me. This is between you and Ryan. It has nothing to do with me. If you keep suffocating him, he is going to rebel by rejecting you. If you never give him a chance to actually miss you and want you back, how is he ever going to do that? You need to stop acting so needy and at least, when you see him, act like the girl he fell in love with so many months ago - not this weepy pleading one."
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What a bitch! She was trying to disguise her insults as advice.
"Once again, that would fit right into your little agenda, wouldn't it?" I said sarcastically. "Don't stand there pretending... acting like you don't want him!"
She put her hand on her chest, "I promise you, this has nothing to do with me. Right now, you are messing up any chances of you and Ryan getting back together. You're the reason you are not together right now. You broke up with him, hurt him to his core, when all he was trying to do was protect you."
I looked at her and her words stung. They didn't sting because she was being hateful - no, they stung because they were true. Every last word of them. As she took her hand away from her chest, she rubbed her breasts slightly. What was she? A C-cup? I could barely fill out my A. My God, no wonder Ryan loves her so much. She's got big, beautiful breasts - and we know how men love those, while a robin would be ashamed to have my mine. God, why can't I gain some weight so I can fill out some tops? I try my best to eat as much as I can to no avail. Summer is always talking about how she wishes she was as thin as me, but frankly speaking, it wasn't as wonderful as it was cracked up to be. The truth is, men love healthy women like Theresa. I'd even overheard Ryan say that he loved a woman with whom he could have something to hold on. That's why sometimes I feel less and less secure about my reunion with Ryan, because, if he had his own personal Shakira, what would he want me for?
"Would you like something to eat?" she asked. "I just finished dinner and we have some leftover Lasagna."
"No thanks," I replied. God, why does she have to be so nice? She's beautiful and sweet. Please God, put me out of my misery right now.
Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. Theresa walked over and looked through the peep-hole. She looked back at me confused. "Does he know you're here?"
"Who?"
"Ryan?"
"What?" I yelled. Theresa put her finger in front of her lips, gesturing me to shut up. I hadn't intended to scream but Ryan just showing up like that put me in panic mode. My goodness, what did he want? And more importantly, what will he say when he saw me?
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This is a two-parter Watch out for the second part.