"I'm thirsty," Marissa wriggled her way out of Ryan's strong hold and stood up. "Anyone else?"
"I'm good,"
"Me too,"
"Me three," Marissa left them in the pool house, her mind racing and heart pounding. She entered the kitchen and found herself breathing heavily and resting on a counter. She was so glad Sandy and Kirsten were out. She tried to calm down, think things over. She'd had people telling her for years that it was a big deal, that it was something worth saving for someone special. There was no doubt that Ryan was special to her, very special. But only she and 4 other people in the world knew that. She couldn't believe how stupid it was. She was willing to give away the biggest thing she currently had to a guy who wasn't even willing to go public. She was idiotic. It was crazy. But she couldn't help it. There was something about him...she couldn't place it...it was just something. Something that lay under the surface that stuck her to him. Maybe it was his mystery, his different personas, the fact that the few times he did speak his voice was so mesmerising, his eyes...maybe it was just him, everything about him.
She closed her eyes and tried to make a decision. She heard the door sliding open before she could; she spun round to see Ryan leaning against the doorway. Damn it, why did he have to look so good?
"Hey,"
"Hey," She replied as usual.
"Since when does it take 15 minutes to get a drink?"
"Erm...since...I can't find the glasses," She knew, as well as he did, exactly where the glasses were.
"Well, I better help you out then," He smiled before walking over to her. He stood right next to her and leant over, his arm brushing her head as he reached to the top cupboard, opened it and pulled out a glass for her. He placed it in her hands. Every movement he made seemed to be full of sexual tension, as if every motion was a part of foreplay. It wouldn't usually have seemed like that, Marissa's mind exaggerated everything and he seemed to be moving in slow motion. Suddenly she starting seeing him with his shirt unbuttoned, blowing in the wind. "There you go," His voice brought her back to the present.
"Thanks,"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, course, why wouldn't I be?"
"You just seem a little...jumpy,"
"Really? Oh, that's strange,"
"Yeah..." Ryan pondered. "So, I was wondering...you...do you want to stay at mine tonight? Summer says she'll cover..." A thousand thoughts ran through her mind and before she really knew she was doing it she spoke.
"Sure,"
"Great," They stood silent. "Erm...you want to go now?"
"Yeah, I'll get my bag,"
***************
"Are you still thirsty?" Ryan asked as he led her inside. "I got you a glass but didn't give you time to have a drink,"
"Oh yeah, sure,"
"Great," He led her through the large entrance hall and into the kitchen. "Water, coke, juice, milk..."
"Water's great," He handed her a glass.
"I've just got to upstairs, one sec," He ran away and returned 5 minutes later carry a cardboard box, full of DVDs.
"What's that?" She asked confused. She hoped to god it wasn't porn.
"Erm...it's my Mom's chick flicks,"
"What?" She looked at him bemused.
"Seth said that Summer always forces him to watch this crap and...I think every girlfriend in the world has done it...apart from you." He stopped, searching for words. "So I figured...this weekend...we could...watch some," She burst out into a fit of giggles. She had been worrying over nothing. He wanted to watch movies with her. Not just movies, CHICK FLICKS! She noticed him looking confused. He looked ridiculously cute.
"I know it dents your masculine ego, but you're so cute," She smiled as she touched her lips to his.
"I'm buying you a thesaurus,"
"Come on," She grabbed a DVD out of the box and skipped into the living room. Ryan followed after her at a slower pace, starting to regret his gesture before the movie had even begun. When he got into the room Marissa had already sprawled herself across the sofa and the DVD was loading.
"What did you pick?"
"A Walk to Remember,"
"Isn't that really sad?"
"Yeah..." Marissa said, as if asking him to get to the point.
"I mean...I thought you'd want to watch a comedy or something...I mean I'm up for anything but..."
"Sometimes it feels good to cry and be sad...so you watch a sad film..." She could he wasn't going to understand, no matter what she said, so she simply sighed. "It's a girl thing." Ryan raised his eyebrows, but didn't question her anymore, simply pushing her up slightly and lying underneath her, with her head resting against his chest.
"So, what's this about?" Ryan asked as the opening credits came up on the gigantic screen.
"School resident bad boy falls in love with the geek, etc, etc. Then there's more, but you'll have to watch it to find out,"
"Bad boy falls for the geek...now why does that sound familiar?"
"Seth and Summer,"
"Of course..." Ryan teased. "Sure you didn't want to watch this to...I dunno...make me realise that you're too good to keep secret? Or maybe this is your way of telling me you have an incurable, fatal disease..."
"What? How did you know the plot?"
"Marissa, my Mom used to make me and my brother watch these films with her all the time," He laughed slightly. "We'd lie down on this sofa and my brother would sit on that chair," He pointed. "And she'd make popcorn and we'd sit and watch the films. We'd throw popcorn at each other and Mom would get so annoyed cause it would be stuck to everything," He smiled at the memory.
"When was that?"
"Until I was 8,"
"Was that when Trey left?" Marissa felt Ryan tense underneath her; he seemed to clam up whenever his brother was mentioned. This was the first time he had spoken about him voluntarily; in fact she was pretty sure this was the first time she had spoken about him at all.
"Yes," Was all Ryan could manage.
"He must have been quite a lot older,"
"10 years," Marissa could see she wasn't going to get any further with it. Not today anyway.
"What did Coach want?"
"I've missed a few practices."
"How come?"
"I'm not superman. I've got soccer, homework, parties...plus I've got to do stupid tutoring sessions with this mega annoying girl,"
"Really? Hard life you've got. Who's this girl?" She laughed.
"Oh, I doubt you'll know her,"
"Describe her then,"
"Shhh...the film," Marissa pressed pause and rolled over so she could see Ryan's face.
"Describe her," She ordered.
"I don't want to make you jealous or anything,"
"I won't be jealous, promise,"
"Ok...well...she's got eyes...hair...a mouth...some ears...you know, all the normal body parts. She's very funny and sweet and lovely and...beautiful. She's very beautiful. And she's got this boyfriend that she calls cute way too much. And he's charming, sporty, hilarious, brilliant and really good looking. He's a pretty good kisser too." She leaned in a kissed him.
"I'd say you were average," She joked.
"Who says I was talking about you? For all you know I could be getting it on with my Math tutor as well..."
"You don't have a Math tutor,"
"That's what you think..."
"Stop it; you're really not funny,"
"And you're really not achieving your goal of stopping me," She kissed him again, this time for passionately.
"That stops you."
