Don't own OC.
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Marissa tweezed the necks of five beer bottles between her fingers. The apartment was empty once again, Alex on one of her mysterious trips. It had been like this for the last week. Alex was never there. At night they would be in the same bed, but in the morning she would find the once taken space empty. It had been bad last week when Alex had barely spoken to her, but she had cuddled with her. Now she could barley kiss Alex on the cheek, or hug her with out being pushed away. She sighed, tossing the glass into the trash can.
Her goal was nowhere in sight. There were no clues telling her where the key to Alex's smile was. Marissa sighed, falling back on the bed. She had searched this past week, tickling, gifts, cuddles, nothing worked. They only brought a firmer frown onto Alex's lips, not a smile. And now she was idealess. Her list of things that used to make Alex happy was filled with lines. Her list had been exhausted, and she still had failed. She shook her head. She may have failed, but she wasn't going to give up. She was going to make Alex smile.
Grabbing the phone, Marissa dialed in a number, bringing it to her ear. She was getting help. She was getting a sidekick. The familiar ring filled her ear. Marissa tapped the tone out with her fingers, waiting for Summer to pick up the phone.
"Hello," Marissa smirked, hearing a friendly voice. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It had been so long since she last spoke with Summer. She didn't know how long, but it had been a long time. "Um, hello, is anyone there? Seth?" Marissa took in a deep breath. She was going to ask for help. She was going to succeed. And if she needed help, she needed help, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Sum' it's Riss', I need your help." Marissa finally responded. She gulped, staring at the door. If Alex caught her talking to Summer about her, she didn't know what would happen other than Alex getting mad. And that was the last thing she wanted to see. "Ever since the shooting, she hasn't been the same. She doesn't talk to me, cuddle, anything. She just leaves me alone, and she never smiles." Marissa breathed, checking the door once more. "I need to make her happy, make her smile."
"Well, what makes her smile?" Marissa took a heavy breath in. That question had plagued her mind for the past week, and now it was back. It was back and ready to fight. She shoved it aside. She couldn't think about her failure. She had to think about how this time she was going to be the hero. How she was going to save Alex? Marissa sighed. Marissa the hero, that sounded nice, but now she had to complete that phrase. That was the tricky part.
"I've tried that. I've tried everything that used to make her smile. Nothing worked. I'm fresh out of ideas. Do you have any?" Marissa sighed. If Summer didn't have an idea, what was she going to do? How would she save Alex? Marissa gulped. What if there was no way to save her? Then what? What would happen? Don't think like that. She shook of the negative thoughts. She had to look on the bright side.
"Well, what was your first date like? You should redo it, like in TV shows. It always works. Look Coop, I got to go, talk to you later." With that Marissa clicked the phone off. What a brilliant idea, have another first date. She smirked. She had an idea, a plan and a way. Swiping the notepad on the night table, Marissa began to jot down her plan. She had decided on dinner, carnival and then something else, she couldn't figure out what. Their first, first date had been at the beach. That would be a perfect location to end the date. But there were no beaches around, just bowling alleys and other unromantic activities. There had to be a place.
Marissa skid off the bed, stealing a map and a magazine off the front table. She began flipping through the magazine. It was filled with date ideas and hot spots around Canada. She scanned each destination. She never knew planning a date could be hard. Normally they just happened. But in Canada it was different. There wasn't a club or a beach she could run to. There was nothing. The only thing that sounded possibly fun was the carnival. Finding something interesting, she read on. There was a beach a couple hours away from the carnival. It was perfect. The date was going to be perfect.
Quickly, Marissa made a reservation at a five-star restaurant, knowing Alex would be home any second. She always came back at six. It was the only thing Marissa could be sure of. It was the only thing she knew about Alex's new schedule. The clock read 5:53, seven minutes till Alex would barge through that door. Seven minutes until she would tell Alex about the date. Seven minutes until she would be pushed away. Marissa looked up, the creak of the door invading her ears. Alex was home. She smirked, hid her plans, and walked up to her girlfriend.
"Hey baby," she brought Alex into a hug but got no response in return. She sighed. "Tomorrow we're going on a date." She pulled back. Alex only nodded and dragged her feet to the bathroom. Marissa sighed. She had hoped Alex would have been at least a tiny bit excited. That she would have at least smiled. That she would have at least thanked her or something. But she instead ignored her. She just walked away like she wasn't there, like she was invisible. Marissa trudged back to the bed, collapsing onto it. They were going on a date.
