Hey. This is my first story ever, so feed back is always great even if it sucks. So... tell me if I should continue or end it now.Thanx
It had been two months since Alex had left Marissa on the beach that night. Marissa thought she could handle losing Alex. It wasn't like they shared a future or anything, right? They were only together for a couple of months, well not even that. But even though they hadn't shared enough time together to see what was inside of each other, Alex bailed. Jealousy clouded her mind and Marissa was left emotionless. That night at the bonfire, when she left, Marissa was so stunned that she couldn't even try to create a reaction. As Alex and her "biker buddies" walked away, fading away in the beach moonlight, Ryan came to her side. He had always been the one to pick her up when something happened that would threaten her to fall. After the fire burnt out, as Marissa was saying her goodbyes to fellow classmates, it dawned on her. All the questions she meant to ask, but she was too slow to even acknowledge; why did I try to stop her? Why is she leaving? How could she do this to me after everything we've been through? Why wouldn't she just give us a chance? There were too many questions, and not enough answers. So Marissa threw her feelings aside, and tried to get Alex completely out of her mind. This would call upon a replacement. Sure there had been numerous guys that would date Marissa in a heart beat, but only one was truly interested, Ryan Atwood.
Marissa and Ryan have been re-dating for 7 months now, and they were reaching the point in their relationship where they had left off when Ryan left. Things were becoming serious and for a reason unknown to Ryan, Marissa wouldn't give herself to Ryan completely. She always created some excuse to avoid an intimate situation, but deep down she knew why she couldn't be with him completely. She still loved Alex. There was never a doubt in her mind that if she had the chance she'd go running into Alex's soft, loving arms. She'd replay the instant in her mind where Alex would climb through her window, or show up at her doorstep and they'd runaway together. But all of her fantasies would disappear when she'd wake up or the bell would ring for the next class to commence. Marissa knew deep in her heart, that she belonged to Alex and that Alex belonged to her. Then Marissa could never answer the question of "Why didn't I go after her if it was meant to be?" She'd make excuses like Alex was so totally liberated that there wouldn't be anyway in hell she'd want to stay in Newport Beach waiting for Marissa to come to terms with their relationship. Or she'd say that they were just too different. But none of that mattered, the truth was that Marissa couldn't deal with the way her mother would abandon her, and her friends would ridicule her until she gave up and left. But could she deal with that? Could she deal with the hate and rumours if she had Alex by her side? Marissa's thoughts would always end there. She never wanted to contemplate an answer that would make her think anymore that she should. She would never think about Alex Kelly again. Yeah, right.