Story Title: Runaway Tonight
Pairing: Marissa/Alex
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: This takes place during, and after the hand-holding scene in the Bait Shop.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marissa/Mischa Barton or Alex/Olivia Wilde. Fox does.
Author Notes: I wrote this during February 2005. Just recently found it. Let me know what you think. And no flames for this pairing please. Some of you might have already read this on the board, or the yahoo group.

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As soon as I saw her standing there, I knew that I had to do something. So, casually, I walked over to her as she was swaying slightly to the music, and took her hand in mine. And I knew it was right; because she gripped my hand tighter, and gave me the sweetest of smiles assuring me that this was what was meant to be.

At that moment, I knew everything would be okay. I knew that I was finally happy. Because for the first time in my life; someone had brought the best out of me. Showed me things about myself that I never knew existed.

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I was scared as I went over to her apartment. I didn't really know why. I mean, I've been there so many times before, but this was the first time I actually felt nervous. Not just with her, but for the first time in a long while.

The whole way there we were in complete silence. It was comfortable though, so I didn't worry too much. But the silence just made my mind scream even more.

As soon as we got out of her jeep, she finally spoke.

"Sorry, I just assumed you'd rather come here. I can take you home if you like."

"It's okay," I replied. Because it really was okay; and I wanted to be with her tonight more than I ever have before.

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Here I was, sitting on her couch once again; wondering what the hell I was doing here, what I was thinking. I really don't think I'm good enough for her. I should just turn around and leave.

Right as I was about to get up off the couch; someone knocked on the door. I looked at her clock, and realized it was way past "curfew."

"Someone's knocking on your door at 3:30 am."
"Answer it." I hear Alex yelling, from inside the bathroom.

From the time it took me to get up and open the door; two names popped into my head, as who it could be. And as I cracked the door open to see who it was, one of the only names I would last think of was standing right in front of me.

"Mom," I growled.

"Marissa, what the hell are you doing?" Funny, I thought. I had just asked myself that minutes before.

"I should be asking you the same thing. Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?"

"I came home tonight, and Caleb told me you had been hanging around with some rocker girl named Alex a lot of the time I was gone. I was worried."

"That's bullshit, mom. You weren't worried. So why don't you go back home, to your filthy little mansion, and your filthy rich husband. And try and stay out of my life for once. Although, you have many times before, but this time it's my choice."

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As I shut the door behind my mom, I saw Alex standing by the doorway to her bedroom. God, she looked amazing. But the look on her face showed something else.

"Your mom does care about you, you know. I can tell. You should go home."

"I am home," I whispered. And for the second time that night, I saw her lips curl up into that sweet smile that I have already grown to love.

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As I drifted off to sleep that night; I realized something. I was holding someone, and being held back. Not that that hasn't happened before, but it was different. It felt so much better than all the other times. I felt safe, and I've never really felt that way before. Sure, I've felt protected, but never safe.

Right as my eyes were about to close, one more thought passed through my mind. I ran away tonight. I ran away from everything I knew. Everything I thought I was, and into someone that I knew I wanted to be.

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