***Marissa's POV***
The strong night wind brushed across Marissa Coopers' face as she stood leaning out the open window of her room. It blew a few hairs out of place, and so she reached up and pulled them back. From her second floor window she could see the Cohen's pool house, Ryan's pool house. The pool house she'd slept in that first night that she'd met him.
She sighed heavily and turned back to her bed. The dress she'd worn to Cotillion was there, just lying on the bed. Her tears over what had happened to her father at that event were dry. She was still confused and frightened but she had stopped thinking about it for the moment. For the moment all she thought about was what she'd thought about for what seemed like forever now, her new neighbor.
It was almost the end of summer and it seemed like she'd known him more than a month. What was everyone's problem with him; they'd like him if they just got to know him. She sat down on her bed and played with the white straps of the dress. She felt a chill from the window, and she rubbed her shoulders in an attempt to keep warm. It reminded her of Ryan and how he was there to offer her his coat when she was cold, and scared. HE was there, not Luke. What the hell was she doing with Luke, anyway? He was such a jerk. He was just like the rest of The O.C. Rich, spoiled and trouble. She hated being with these people all the time, but it's where she lived, it's where she grew up and it's all she knew.
Ryan knew more, he'd seen more and that's what attracted her to him. He was out of the ordinary, something worth her time in a place so filled with fakes. Ryan was someone who was real.
She picked up her robe, and put on her slippers. Stepping quietly down the stairs, she left the house without anymore noticing. Slowly and without a sound, she made her way to the pool house.
***Ryan's POV***
Settled comfortably into his bed, Ryan lay awake thinking about that night. He'd dance with Marissa Cooper, and he didn't have to worry about getting beat up by one particular jock, with an over inflated ego. The dancing didn't even suck; he thought just about keeping her in step and about nothing else, except maybe how beautiful she looked in the white floor length dress. It'd been the best night here so far, even considering that a fight had broken out.
A timid knock on the door of the pool house stirred him from his memories. He threw back the covers and got out, rubbing his eyes a bit. It was nearly pitch black, so if it had not been for the moon he would have not been able to see who was at the door. It was Marissa. The moon shone on her face and hair, making it a shimmery silver color. He said nothing, because he was unsure of what to say.
"Hi," she started.
"Hey," he replied squinching up his face into a sort of smile.
"I know it must seem strange that I'm here so late, or that I'm here at all- --it's just that I've kinda done the whole being alone thing, and now---can I come in?" She asked motioning with her eyes.
"Ah---sure," he looked surprised and opened the door farther. She entered and he closed the door behind her. Again it was very dark because now the moon was not visible, and so he could not judge where she was. His shoulder brushed roughly against hers sending her tumbling forward a bit. Taking a guess at where she was about to land, he caught her. "Are you all right?" He asked to the darkness.
***Marissa's POV***
"Yeah, I think I just twisted my ankle a little. I'll be fine." She felt his strong arms holding her.
"Put your arm around my neck." She did and he helped her over to the bed. She sat and he fumbled back to turn on the light.
***Ryan's POV***
"Click," went the light and he turned around to see her on the bed. He returned and sat down.
"I'm sorry, it was just really dark."
"It's fine, really."
"Does it hurt?" He looked at her leg. It looked fine.
***Marissa's POV***
"Not much anymore, just for a second." She replied looking up at him. His eyes were facing downward at the sheets on the bed. There was a very long pause. "I don't know where to start---do you have some time?"
He glanced at the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand. "Shoot," he replied.
She smiled and crossed her legs carefully.
A/N: I had planned on this being only one chapter but it looks like I babbled on too long, and now it has to be more than one. So look for more at some point. :)
The strong night wind brushed across Marissa Coopers' face as she stood leaning out the open window of her room. It blew a few hairs out of place, and so she reached up and pulled them back. From her second floor window she could see the Cohen's pool house, Ryan's pool house. The pool house she'd slept in that first night that she'd met him.
She sighed heavily and turned back to her bed. The dress she'd worn to Cotillion was there, just lying on the bed. Her tears over what had happened to her father at that event were dry. She was still confused and frightened but she had stopped thinking about it for the moment. For the moment all she thought about was what she'd thought about for what seemed like forever now, her new neighbor.
It was almost the end of summer and it seemed like she'd known him more than a month. What was everyone's problem with him; they'd like him if they just got to know him. She sat down on her bed and played with the white straps of the dress. She felt a chill from the window, and she rubbed her shoulders in an attempt to keep warm. It reminded her of Ryan and how he was there to offer her his coat when she was cold, and scared. HE was there, not Luke. What the hell was she doing with Luke, anyway? He was such a jerk. He was just like the rest of The O.C. Rich, spoiled and trouble. She hated being with these people all the time, but it's where she lived, it's where she grew up and it's all she knew.
Ryan knew more, he'd seen more and that's what attracted her to him. He was out of the ordinary, something worth her time in a place so filled with fakes. Ryan was someone who was real.
She picked up her robe, and put on her slippers. Stepping quietly down the stairs, she left the house without anymore noticing. Slowly and without a sound, she made her way to the pool house.
***Ryan's POV***
Settled comfortably into his bed, Ryan lay awake thinking about that night. He'd dance with Marissa Cooper, and he didn't have to worry about getting beat up by one particular jock, with an over inflated ego. The dancing didn't even suck; he thought just about keeping her in step and about nothing else, except maybe how beautiful she looked in the white floor length dress. It'd been the best night here so far, even considering that a fight had broken out.
A timid knock on the door of the pool house stirred him from his memories. He threw back the covers and got out, rubbing his eyes a bit. It was nearly pitch black, so if it had not been for the moon he would have not been able to see who was at the door. It was Marissa. The moon shone on her face and hair, making it a shimmery silver color. He said nothing, because he was unsure of what to say.
"Hi," she started.
"Hey," he replied squinching up his face into a sort of smile.
"I know it must seem strange that I'm here so late, or that I'm here at all- --it's just that I've kinda done the whole being alone thing, and now---can I come in?" She asked motioning with her eyes.
"Ah---sure," he looked surprised and opened the door farther. She entered and he closed the door behind her. Again it was very dark because now the moon was not visible, and so he could not judge where she was. His shoulder brushed roughly against hers sending her tumbling forward a bit. Taking a guess at where she was about to land, he caught her. "Are you all right?" He asked to the darkness.
***Marissa's POV***
"Yeah, I think I just twisted my ankle a little. I'll be fine." She felt his strong arms holding her.
"Put your arm around my neck." She did and he helped her over to the bed. She sat and he fumbled back to turn on the light.
***Ryan's POV***
"Click," went the light and he turned around to see her on the bed. He returned and sat down.
"I'm sorry, it was just really dark."
"It's fine, really."
"Does it hurt?" He looked at her leg. It looked fine.
***Marissa's POV***
"Not much anymore, just for a second." She replied looking up at him. His eyes were facing downward at the sheets on the bed. There was a very long pause. "I don't know where to start---do you have some time?"
He glanced at the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand. "Shoot," he replied.
She smiled and crossed her legs carefully.
A/N: I had planned on this being only one chapter but it looks like I babbled on too long, and now it has to be more than one. So look for more at some point. :)
