A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this!
Dedication: This is for Katie, because she will hurt me if I don't finish this.
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.much to my disappointment. If they were, things would be a lot different on the show, and I'd have no reason to write this fanfic in the first place.
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She lingered for a moment before heading back towards the party. "Marissa! Where have you been?" Rhea asked, taking a long sip of the presumably alcoholic beverage in her hand.
"Took a walk. You ready to go?"
"I think I'm gonna stay here for a while longer, but you can go now if you want." She dug her keys out of her pocket. "Take the car and I'll get a ride home from my friends."
Marissa winced internally at the phrase 'my friends'. "Yea, thanks. Se you later," she mumbled despite the fact that Rhea was already being dragged away.
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Marissa heard a car pull into the driveway. When she didn't hear the front door open, she got curious. She made her way to the door and peaked out the window's surrounding the door. Rhea was lying unconscious on the driveway. "Great. I've been here for less than twenty-four hours and my cousin has already drunk herself into unconsciousness, and I have no way to get her inside," she said out loud. Movement out of the corner of the eye caught her attention. A boy picked up Rhea's bag and started rummaged through, not finding what he was looking for, he bent over and picked her up. Marissa was highly confused by that. She opened the door. "Hey." The boy turned around. It was the boy from the beach. Marissa tried vehemently tried not to blush.
"Hey."
Marissa opened the door a bit wider. "Would you-"
"Yeah, no problem."
Once Rhea was in her room, Marissa turned to the boy. "Thanks for, you know, bringing her in."
"Not the first time. She usually has her keys in her bag."
"She gave them to me. I wanted to leave before she did."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything," Marissa said, "but who are you?"
"Whoever you want me to be."
She smiled. "Cute, but really. Who are you?"
"Ryan. Ryan Atwood actually."
Marissa laughed. "Very James Bond, Ryan."
"What about you?" he asked.
"What about me?" "Let's start with your name," he replied. "Marissa Cooper," she stated. "What's your story?" "My story?" "Yes. Your story." "Uh. Okay. Currently I live in the pool house of the Cohens, the people that live next door. I've been here for about a year." "What about the girl you were with on the beach?" Marissa asked. "That would be Kristi. We're dating. I think." "I'm guessing you're currently not from that fight you guys were having." "You have amazing deductive skills." "Why thank you." "What about you?" Marissa laughed. "You're kidding, right?" "Why would I joke? You're so beautiful I just assumed." "Well, you know what happens when you assume things." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "That you thought I had a boyfriend or that you thought I was beautiful?" "That I thought you had a boyfriend. It seemed to upset you, so I'm sorry." Marissa just stared. "Do I have something on my face?" he asked, bringing his hand up to his mouth. "Other than that adorable expression, no." He looked at her oddly. "Adorable, huh?" he asked, leaning forward. "Adorable," she repeated. Suddenly, he reached out and started tickling her. "Stop!" she laughed. "Still adorable?" he asked, lessening the torture? "No, completely hideous," she said with a grin. "Good," he replied with a similar smile.
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A/N: This section has been written whenever I had a spare second. It's been written in a parking lot, between classes, before school, during class, instead of homework, etc. My grades are suffering greatly from this fact (yet I seem to continue even now during Chemistry class) so I don't know how much longer I can continue this pattern before my parents forbid me from writing (gasp). The result could be delays and gaps between posts, but I'm not going to leave this one hanging like I have others. It'll give me much motivation if you review. After the 28th my life should calm down to at least a bearable level, so bear with me.
Dedication: This is for Katie, because she will hurt me if I don't finish this.
Disclaimer: They're still not mine.much to my disappointment. If they were, things would be a lot different on the show, and I'd have no reason to write this fanfic in the first place.
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She lingered for a moment before heading back towards the party. "Marissa! Where have you been?" Rhea asked, taking a long sip of the presumably alcoholic beverage in her hand.
"Took a walk. You ready to go?"
"I think I'm gonna stay here for a while longer, but you can go now if you want." She dug her keys out of her pocket. "Take the car and I'll get a ride home from my friends."
Marissa winced internally at the phrase 'my friends'. "Yea, thanks. Se you later," she mumbled despite the fact that Rhea was already being dragged away.
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Marissa heard a car pull into the driveway. When she didn't hear the front door open, she got curious. She made her way to the door and peaked out the window's surrounding the door. Rhea was lying unconscious on the driveway. "Great. I've been here for less than twenty-four hours and my cousin has already drunk herself into unconsciousness, and I have no way to get her inside," she said out loud. Movement out of the corner of the eye caught her attention. A boy picked up Rhea's bag and started rummaged through, not finding what he was looking for, he bent over and picked her up. Marissa was highly confused by that. She opened the door. "Hey." The boy turned around. It was the boy from the beach. Marissa tried vehemently tried not to blush.
"Hey."
Marissa opened the door a bit wider. "Would you-"
"Yeah, no problem."
Once Rhea was in her room, Marissa turned to the boy. "Thanks for, you know, bringing her in."
"Not the first time. She usually has her keys in her bag."
"She gave them to me. I wanted to leave before she did."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything," Marissa said, "but who are you?"
"Whoever you want me to be."
She smiled. "Cute, but really. Who are you?"
"Ryan. Ryan Atwood actually."
Marissa laughed. "Very James Bond, Ryan."
"What about you?" he asked.
"What about me?" "Let's start with your name," he replied. "Marissa Cooper," she stated. "What's your story?" "My story?" "Yes. Your story." "Uh. Okay. Currently I live in the pool house of the Cohens, the people that live next door. I've been here for about a year." "What about the girl you were with on the beach?" Marissa asked. "That would be Kristi. We're dating. I think." "I'm guessing you're currently not from that fight you guys were having." "You have amazing deductive skills." "Why thank you." "What about you?" Marissa laughed. "You're kidding, right?" "Why would I joke? You're so beautiful I just assumed." "Well, you know what happens when you assume things." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "That you thought I had a boyfriend or that you thought I was beautiful?" "That I thought you had a boyfriend. It seemed to upset you, so I'm sorry." Marissa just stared. "Do I have something on my face?" he asked, bringing his hand up to his mouth. "Other than that adorable expression, no." He looked at her oddly. "Adorable, huh?" he asked, leaning forward. "Adorable," she repeated. Suddenly, he reached out and started tickling her. "Stop!" she laughed. "Still adorable?" he asked, lessening the torture? "No, completely hideous," she said with a grin. "Good," he replied with a similar smile.
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A/N: This section has been written whenever I had a spare second. It's been written in a parking lot, between classes, before school, during class, instead of homework, etc. My grades are suffering greatly from this fact (yet I seem to continue even now during Chemistry class) so I don't know how much longer I can continue this pattern before my parents forbid me from writing (gasp). The result could be delays and gaps between posts, but I'm not going to leave this one hanging like I have others. It'll give me much motivation if you review. After the 28th my life should calm down to at least a bearable level, so bear with me.