Here is my next Story, about the struggles of love between two teens of Newport Beach.
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THE NEW ERA
Ryan had just witnessed the event that he could honestly say had changed his life. Marissa, in front of his eyes, was making out with this Mexican guy. He looked like he was at least 28! What the hell was she doing with him! He could distinctly remember Marissa telling Ryan that she didn't date anybody. So who is this guy?
Everything was on the up and up for the couple. They were going to get back together, and everything would be fine. But something always had to ruin it. Then Ryan remembered the talk he had with Summer earlier today………..
Ryan had knocked on her door. He needed to talk to Summer in representation of Seth, and maybe a little about what everybody had been going through when he had left. He knew she took it hard, but the question was, how hard she had taken it.
The door opened up, and Summer appeared before his eyes. They started small talk about her step mom, but nothing really materialized with the conversation. Ryan couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in her pigtails, and tight yellow shirt. But this was just harmless looking at a friend.
"Can I come in?" Ryan finally asked when he noticed a silence come over the room.
"Sure." She answered, but she needed to know something first, "Did Cohen send you?"
"No, he has no idea I'm here." And that was the honest truth. Ryan knew Seth wouldn't want Ryan to go to see Summer, because that would make him look weak. But what Seth doesn't know, won't hurt him. That was the rationale he used.
"So, just in the neighborhood?"
"I owe you an apology, it's my fault Seth took off last Summer." Ryan said getting down to the real business at hand.
But Summer would have none of that. Ryan wasn't the one to be blamed for Seth being an idiot, "Look Ryan, stop it is so not…" She started, but was interrupted again by Ryan..
"No if I hadn't left, then you guys would still be together." But even Ryan knew that statement was bullshit.
And so did she, "That is not true! He would have found some Coheny way to break us up. He can't help it, he's Cohen." They both could agree on that one.
"Come sit." Summer said, breaking the silence that once again came over the two. Ryan reluctantly sat on the pink cushion Summer through on the floor next to him. He sat down, as she assumed the position of the classic mediator.
Now time for the bullshit. Ryan started rambling on about Zach, and Seth, and how much he cares for her, which in some way Ryan could tell that he did, but he just couldn't understand how he could leave a beautiful and wonderful girl like Summer. He would never do that to her if he didn't have to, and the same was for Marissa. But this summer, he had to leave.
But Ryan finally said those words that he had been practicing the entire car ride over there, "go back to the way we were."
He wanted Summer to say "sure!" and everything would be fine. But he knew she wouldn't, "How?, you guys just left, for three months. You moved on, I moved on, Marissa moved on."
Those words, "Marissa moved on." Had she? That was not the impression he had gotten earlier that day. She told him she didn't have a boyfriend. What had Summer meant? Ryan began to sweat a little, getting a little frantic. He needed clarification.
"What?"
Summer realized she had misspoken. She needed to clean up this mess quickly, or Marissa would never talk to her again.
"I mean the way we were wasn't always so great. You guys had to deal with Marissa's mom, Luke, Oliver, Theresa, and Cohen and I should have never hooked up. Now just trust me on this, things are the way they are for a reason."
It looked like what Summer had said, had worked, for the moment at least. She knew that Ryan would be thinking about those words.
And Ryan was thinking about them. He wanted to believe Summer, but he just wasn't sure.
"You should go have a talk with Marissa."
That is what he needed to do, and when he got there, he would ask her. Ryan got up from his position, and walked to the door. He turned around, and stared into Summer's eyes.
"Thanks." He said, as he moved into her, hugging her tightly. They both held on a little bit longer than they should have, but at least they released. Ryan walked outside to the Range Rover, and drove to Marissa's.
Ryan walked outside and unlocked the range rover. HE got in the car, put it in reverse, backed out of the driveway, and began on his journey to Marissa's house. He had wanted to see her all day. Though he wasn't sure if he wanted to go on the ferris wheel at the fair tomorrow, similar to last year, he was sure that he wanted to be anywhere that she was.
Ryan was driving down Newport Avenue when a flower shop caught his eye. He decided to make a detour before heading over to the Nichol residence. Ryan drove to the flower shop, parked his car and walked in. Once inside, he saw what he was looking for. 12 beautiful long stemmed roses. He paid for them with his credit card the Cohen's had given for him, and got back in his car, continuing his drive down to see Marissa
He was five minutes out and decided to turn on the radio to his favorite classic rock station. He knew tonight was the all Journey night, so he was especially excited. But he found out from the Disc Jockey, that they lost their Journey CD collection, and would not be able to play any more Journey CD's. Ryan knew then that tonight would not be a good night. He could just feel it.
MEANWHILE AT NICHOL RESIDENCE
Marissa sat in her room. She knew Ryan would be coming within the next hour or two, but she didn't know exactly when. She was going to get ready in two hours no matter what. He would have to wait if he came any earlier.
Marissa sat on her bed thinking about the past summer and the past couple of days. She was so messed up this summer. She would get drunk every night, and then she found herself in the arms of DJ. She always thought that there relationship would always be just purely physical. But Marissa never expected to get emotionally attached as she had indeed become. She felt so dirty when Diego's judging eyes centered on her while she made out with Ryan at her house the other day. She didn't feel dirty because it was Ryan, but because she was leading both of them on, and had lied to Ryan.
Marissa really wanted Ryan, but whenever she thought of getting involved with him again, her thought would always focus on him leaving her. That is where DJ came in. He was there for her. When times were worst, he was there. When she was drunk, and needed somebody to pick her up from whatever party she was at, she could call DJ, and he would come running out to get her. God, she was so confused.
And confused she was when she walked outside to ask DJ a question that night. But he wasn't speaking to her. He instead told her she was just like the rest of them. Marissa broke down and DJ comforted her. That is when she did something she had been accustomed to do all Summer long when he comforted her, she kissed him. But this kiss would ruin everything she ever wanted.
This time, two headlights shined on her as she kissed him.
IN CAR
Ryan stared at the site ahead of him. Marissa was making out with someone else. Those lips were not his. Her hands were not on his shoulders. She was crying to someone else. She was already taken. Ryan's right hand which were holding the roses, let go, allowing them to fall to the floor of the range rover. How could she do this to him? She said she had not been seeing somebody at all during the Summer, and there she was kissing some other guy. Now unless Marissa had met this guy all of the sudden and became a slut, though he new that Marissa would never do that, she did indeed lie to him. He pulled out of her driveway and drove away.
He needed somebody to talk to, somebody to vent all his frustrations on, and somebody that would listen to him. But most of all he needed some answers to those many questions that he had.
Who was this guy?
That guy, he looked Mexican. He actually looked like the yard guy that Ryan had seen working on the house earlier in the day. He remembered distinctly a shirtless Mexican yard guy. And that was him.
There was one person that he knew could help him with all these problems that he was having, one person that for sure would have been told of Marissa's relationship. That of course would be Summer.
Ryan turned the car around and headed back to Summer's house. When he pulled into her driveway, he could see Summer peering through the window.
SUMMER"S ROOM
What is he doing here? OH MY GOD! Ryan must have found out!
That was what was running through Summer's head at the moment. She ran downstairs and as she opened the door, Ryan was raising his hand to knock.
And at the same time they said, "We need to talk."
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