***Marissa's POV***

"You know, you don't have to go?" He added. Was he inviting her to stay? Was it possible that he really had the same feelings as her? She didn't know what to say. "The pool is right out here, we could sit by the water or something, and it's pretty late there isn't much---" He pointed at the pool.

"Sure." She interrupted his explanation. He looked back at her, a little surprised that she'd said yes.

"Let's go." He smirked. She turned back and left through the doors, and headed down to the pool. She sat at the edge and took off her slippers. Setting them on the edge, she let her toes and the tops of her feet dangle into the water. It felt cold like ice, and it made her shiver a little. He sat down beside her.

***Ryan's POV***

"You okay?" He asked noticing her shiver.

"Yeah, it's just the water is cold. Really pretty though, kind of like our own little ocean." She smiled. "You know, when I was really little my parents took me on vacation with them, and we went somewhere near the ocean. I remember playing in the sand and in the water. I could hear my parents fighting with each other far off down the beach, but I remember the sound of the waves covering it up. That's a good memory."

"I never saw too much of the ocean. We never had any money to go to some fancy resort; I think I might have seen it once, or twice. It's a pretty vague memory though, like most of my childhood.

"Really, you don't remember it?" She looked intrigued. He looked off into the distance at the stars. The moon shone bright, it was full so it was much brighter than usual. The moonbeams reflected off the water of the pool and it made the water look so clear. The wind blew a little and Marissa tucked a hair behind her ear.

"I remember it was pretty crappy. My mom was always drunk, dad was well, you know about my dad. She always had a boyfriend hanging around, and they hated me. I don't blame her, she's messed up. People get messed up, she always tried her best. I guess I kinda wanted to forget a lot of it." He looked over to her. She looked gorgeous and he was wasting his time talking about his piece of crap childhood?

***Marissa's POV***

"Well, that's all in the past right?" She asked. He stared at her for a bit.

"Yeah, I guess. I suppose I'm a Cohen now. Ryan---Ryan Cohen."

"I liked Atwood better." She looked up at him from the pool.

"Yeah, you did?" He asked.

"Yep, you should keep it." She replied smiling.

"Oh really, and what if I want to change it? Are you gonna stop me?" He laughed a little and challenged her a little. She smiled too.

"You don't think I can take you?"

"I wouldn't want to hurt you. One thing my mother did teach me was never to hit a girl." He smirked.

"Oh, yeah---well you won't even have a chance to hurt me." She got up put her hands on her hips, and pushed him forward into the pool. He crashed hard into the water, and when he emerged he was all wet. He spit out a little water and looked angry.

"You are gonna get it." He laughed and pulled himself out of the pool with his arms. She noticed his very cut arms. 'Wow!' she thought to herself. She stepped back and he began to chase her. She ran back to the pool house and around back closer to the pool. He was faster though and caught her from behind.

"Hey, let go!" She laughed. He held on tight though and even though she was fighting it, he managed to toss her in the pool. She sank to the bottom and brought herself back to the surface. She rubbed her eyes and regained her vision just in time to see him jump back in the pool. He surfaced and began to splash her. "Hey, stop it---stop it!" He continued splashing her, so she just decided to splash back. After quite a splash fight, he conceded.

"Okay, I'll stop. You want me to keep Atwood?"

"Yes I do, Ryan." She giggled.

"Since you want me to, I will." He replied.

"Good. Seriously I'm really cold." She started to shiver again.

"Here, I'll help you out." He pulled himself out with his arms again, and offered her his hand once he got up on the edge. She grabbed it, and he pulled her up. "I'll get towels for us, stay here." He ran inside and turned on the light, fumbling around for some towels. He returned with one for both of them. He wrapped hers around her shoulders and did the same with his.

***Ryan's POV***

"Thanks." She sniffed and replied.

"So the past, huh?" He asked. "I know my past. What's yours?"

"I guess all this stuff; I just wanna get out of here. Get the hell away from my parents, and all these fake friends."

"What about Luke?"

"I guess he's the past too." She looked up at him.

"So what's the future?" He asked looking into her eyes.

"I don't know, I think I have a future. I'm just not sure if it will have me?" She replied.

"I think it will." He smiled.

"Are you sure?" She asked also smiling.

He leaned in a little and looked straight into her eyes. He kissed her forehead, he kissed her nose, and he tenderly kissed her lips.

"Does that seem unsure to you?" He asked gently.

A/N: Okay, I'm not sure if I'll end it there or not, but yeah. Hope you liked it. I'm up way too late.11:20 when I need to get up at 6:30 am.*eek* Anyways, gosh I missed writing on my "break", lol. Especially short fiction..umm.thanks for reading.