Disclaimer- I don't own anything that belongs to FOX, and since The O.C. is one of the things FOX owns, it doesn't belong to me.
A/N- So I just wanna tell you where I got the idea to this story. I was watching T.V., and the Spiderman 2 commercial was on and when Mary Jane is all like, "I'm getting married and I can't stop thinking about you". By the way, I did see the first Spiderman movie, it was really good too, and I'm not really into comic book or cartoon charcters, but it was really good, and the DVD extras are awesome too! Anyways, I was writing one of my fanfics for the O.C. and I just wanted to write something like that for the O.C., so I hope you guys enjoy it. And also, the thing with Theresa happened, you know the baby, and the Seth thing happened too, sailing off to Tahiti, but none of the other characters are really important, so it doesn't matter that he ran to Tahiti or whatever. Main characters are Ryan and Marissa and one other, but it's not who you think. Also, this is4 years later, like in the future, so they're like 21. I hope you guys like it, enjoy. REVIEW! Thanks.
On with the story...
Marissa walked up the carpeted stairs, the little piece of paper in her hand shaking as a result of her whole body shaking. She stopped and composed herself, if she was going to do this, she wasn't going to break down, she was going to remain calm. She took a few deep breaths, and walked up one more flight of stairs. She searched for the apartment number that was written down on the shaking piece of paper. There was a window nearby, she went over to it, and put her head against the cool clean glass. She looked out and saw a few nice parked cars. She wondered which one was his. She took another deep breath and looked around inside the complex. It was complete with a dark green forest wallpaper, and matching green carpet, and the doors were a pretty green color. She looked at the piece of paper once again with the one simple number. 4. She didn't need a piece of paper to remember the number, but it gave her something to hold on to, besides her small handbag.
It was a nice apartment complex, she thought, a little farther from Newport than she had expected, but it still remained close to his family. She finally spotted apartment 4 and went over to it. She put one ear close to it to see if she could hear anything, but all she heard was the noise of a T.V. With one last deep breath, she knocked lightly a few times. The shuffling of feet was heard on the wood floor. Marissa held her breath, and the door finally opened.
"Hey, didn't expect for you to be back so sooooo...", the smile he had quickly faded when he saw her.
"Ma...Maa...Mar," he couldn't force the words out of his mouth. He took a deep breath and spoke again, "Marissa?" he asked. Marissa nodded.
It didn't look like Marissa, or at least the Marissa he used to know. This Marissa was frail looking, her natural tan had gone and she had more of a pale look to her, her make up was done beautifully as always, and her legs were even skinnier than before, she had lost her bangs and her hair color was lighter, it almost matched his. With all her new changes, she might've looked scared and fragile, but to him, she looked absolutely gorgeous. Marissa tried to smile, but instead felt a few tears fell from her face. They were tears of sadness, of hope, but most of all they were tears of love.
Ryan finally spoke again, "What are you doing here?" he asked, a smile coming onto his face, his eyes glazed with tears, but he would never let them fall, for any reason...except for the love of his life, both the loves of his life.
"I'm getting married and I can't stop thinking about you," Marissa bursted out truthfully.
Ryan's eyes widened and his smile instantly faded. "You...your...getting married?" he asked, forcing the words out of his mouth again. Marissa nodded her head as if though she was ashamed.
She didn't know why she felt ashamed, maybe it was because she didn't love the guy she was marrying. Marissa had only slept with him twice, but she told him if they got serious, they would be more intamite, and the next thing you know, he was down on one knee proposing to her in front of the whole restaurant. The man was wealthy and three years older than her and got Marissa everything she wanted, except the one thing that she wanted most; love, and she knew that there was only one person who could give her that; Ryan.
Ryan was at a loss for words, and did the only thing he could think of that didn't require words, he ushered her inside. She gratefully accepted and went in. She noticed some of the furniture and recognized it as the Cohen's, and as well some new furniture. She noticed three doors, obviously two were bedrooms and one of them was a bathroom. 'Why would he have two rooms?', Marissa thought. She saw the mantle and a few pictures on there as well, one with him and the Cohen's, and there was a lot of Ryan and... a girl with brown hair, but she couldn't recognize her, so she decided to get closer, but before she could, she felt Ryan's hand grip on her arm and gently sit her on the couch.
Marissa looked into Ryan's eyes, "I'm getting married and I can't stop thinking about you," she repeated, as if though those were the only words she could speak, and continued, "I never stop thinking about you.
Ryan was surprised. Marissa Cooper was getting married...and not to him; Ryan Atwood, but she couldn't stop thinking about him. "Why are you telling me this now?" he asked, scared for her answer.
"Because I...I st...still love you, and I need to know if you're still in love with me before I can go through with this," she answered truthfully. Ryan was silent for a moment and his eyes were diverted to the mantle, the picture with him and the brown haired girl in particular.
'Great!', Marissa thought, 'He already has a woman in his life!' Ryan's blue eyes drifted back to Marissa as she tried to make out the girl in the picture. "Of course I still love you, and I never stop thinking about you either," he said as a stray tear fell from his glazed eyes. Marissa leaned in and wiped it away, caressing his face as she did. She let her tears fall from her eyes like rain, soft and frquently, but she leaned in even closer and brushed her lips against his. He captured her lips and pulled her into a deep kiss. The kisses became more passionate and frequent and Ryan gently pushed her down on the couch and followed her.
Although Marissa was skinny as hell, one thing that hadn't changed were her lips; they were still big and juicy, with the soft texture, just they way he remembered them. Marissa had longed to feel Ryan's lips, their warmth, their shape, their love.
She started to tug on his infamous wifebeater, so that it would come off and it did, instantly. She was surprised, his body was as fit as it always had been, or at least as much as he could remember, they had never actually slept together, so neither could possibly imagine what the other's body looked like. Unless you count a one or two days hanging out at the pool.
Marissa let out a moan which was followed by a truthful, "I love you," and without even thinking, Ryan repeated those words back to her. They still continued to kiss even after these words were said because they were true and they didn't want to have to overanalyze anything; at least not right now. Ryan slowly slipped off her designer button down top and slowly kissed down to her chest and was about to unhook her bra when the phone rang.
"Do you have to get that?" she asked, hopeful that he wouldn't and ruin the moment.
"Yeah," he said disappointed, "It could be Emma."
Marissa's eyes widened, Emma? Who was Emma? His girlfriend? Fiance? Wife?
"My...my dau..." he took a deep breath and finished, "My daughter."
A/N-A cliffhanger! What did you think? I have a few other stories I'm working on, but I just didn't want to see this idea go to waste, so I wanted to write it. What did you guys think?, I hope you liked it. I will update really soon. Review! Thanks.