A/N: Sorry guys…I have been sick, and away from my house a couple of days…just got in and wrote up what I was imagining in my head…there will be a longer next update this is just part of what I wrote but I am still working on the other half…I just love you guys enough to put as much as I have done up…Thanks for the awesome reviews I felt so, so, so, so, proud of myself…hee hee, that I actually have fans…I love this website I never would have read some really awesome stories, and meet some really cool people. One thing though, who-am-i-91 asked my favorite kind of Converse…my favorite are navy blue high tops….with bands written on the bottom…personally added by my best friend who got bored one night when I slept over…I was asleep and awoke to see my favorite shoes…made even better as if it were possible…so yeah Converse Navy Blue High Tops!! ha ha thanks for that question it made me happy. :-) conceded means obsessed with oneself…sorry I probably spelled it wrong or something and Mateo was the boy who showed Marissa around campus when she first got there

Love, Converses Rolled Down (I own nothing but a pair of Converses)

Ryan stacked the over head bags, for Summer, above his seat. Seth had already taken his seat by the window and sat looking at the New York skyline, thinking of his dying mother. Slow tears fell onto Summer's seat; he wiped them up quickly not wanting her to see him crying.

"Hey Seth, how ya' doing?" Summer sat while she stroked his arm.

Seth wiped his nose with his sleeve, "I'm alright, it's just you know…I want to see her now."

"Aww, come here," Summer placed a hand on his head, as he lay it on her shoulder.

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Marissa raced through the airport, running up to the gate, just as they announced a last call for her row.

"Here," she slapped the ticket on the counter and put her hands on her knees, to catch her breath.

"Go on in…" the attendant shook her head at Marissa, disapproving her attire of jeans and a tight 'Blondie' vintage shirt.

Marissa walked back, holding her breath, praying that Ryan, Seth, and Summer got an earlier flight.

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Ryan sat in the window seat jamming to the song he found on the airport radio. He drummed his fingers to the beat, impatient for take off to happen. Despite his lack of outward concern for Kirsten, inside he was thinking only of her, and how he really thought of her as his mother.

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Marissa stepped to the side of the plane allowing her a view of the aisle before going to her seat.

'Shit, I was right there they are, oh and it's awesome that my seat is the one next to Ryan.'

She walked leisurely to her seat and coughed to let her appearance be known, Summer saw her first.

"Marissa, what the hell are you doing here?" Summer walked up to her pulling her back towards her seat, by a sleeping Seth.
"My dad called and told me Kirsten had a heart attack, so here I am."

"Does…" Summer didn't even have to finish.

"No." Marissa looked at the floor, same flowery print as the plane she cut herself on.

Summer sighed, "this is going to be one fun trip," she laughed sarcastically and sat down next to Seth, she motioned for her to go to him, and she did.

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Marissa sat down, causing Ryan to turn his head. He pulled the head phones off and looked at her for a while.

"What…"

"I'm sorry for what I said Ryan. I'm just not ready," she paused, "I don't know, honestly, if I will be."

Ryan nodded, he understood a lot had happened at Laggards; he didn't know exactly what had happened, but he was determined to find out.

Marissa rubbed at her eyes, she wasn't about to cry in front of him…again.

Ryan felt the plane move, and shut his eyes tightly, closing the window at the same time.

Marissa laughed at his fear of heights, he was such a wus. She grabbed his hand, and squeezed it tightly. Ryan opened one eye, and saw a smile deeply engraved into her face, he made her laugh, and if he couldn't actually be with her he could at least make her laugh.

There you are....please review...i got to go Parents are annoying...everyone agree?