"They are pretty cute Ryan, you have to admit that." Marissa said,
starting the engine of her silver jeep Cherokee.
"Yeah, I guess." He muttered, his gaze drifting towards the window.
"What's wrong?" She asked, slightly concerned. Her cell phone rang with its annoying ring, and she reached for it from her bag, fidgeting with the wheel a little bit. It was Summer.
As Marissa blabbed away to her friend, Ryan began to wonder, why in the world was he with Marissa? Did he feel sorry for her family situation? Was that it? He had not a thing in common with her. She was beautiful, and probably everything he ever wanted in a girl, but she wasn't what he was needing. But it would be wrong to end their relationship with her family falling apart. Ryan at least knew that.
She continued to talk the rest of the drive to his home. The Cohen's home.
He got out, and she told Summer to hold for a moment. "Hey Ryan, beach party tonight at Craig's?"
"Uhh..you know what, I'm kind of tired."
"Oh."
"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He suggested to her pouting face.
"Sure."
She drove off, and Ryan walked up the driveway and into the house. He went into the kitchen where Kirsten was sitting, her work papers scattered about the island. "Hey Ryan. How was your day?" She asked, not looking up from the papers.
"It was alright. Mall with Marissa."
"Sounds good." She looked up from her work, "Listen, I'm probably not going to have enough time to cook dinner for you and Seth before I go to the club tonight. Sandy shouldn't be home until one or so, so how about you and Seth just order a pizza? Sound good?"
Ryan shrugged, "Yeah, pizza sounds great." He reached in the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cranberry juice, "is Seth here?" He asked.
"He's running a few errands for me. He should be home in a half hour."
"Alright." He said, before turning and walking outside to the pool house.
When he opened the glass door, Ryan was overwhelmed with a familiar smell. A mixture of sweet sex, vanilla, and cigarettes. It was all too familiar, just like the sight before him.
"Yeah, I guess." He muttered, his gaze drifting towards the window.
"What's wrong?" She asked, slightly concerned. Her cell phone rang with its annoying ring, and she reached for it from her bag, fidgeting with the wheel a little bit. It was Summer.
As Marissa blabbed away to her friend, Ryan began to wonder, why in the world was he with Marissa? Did he feel sorry for her family situation? Was that it? He had not a thing in common with her. She was beautiful, and probably everything he ever wanted in a girl, but she wasn't what he was needing. But it would be wrong to end their relationship with her family falling apart. Ryan at least knew that.
She continued to talk the rest of the drive to his home. The Cohen's home.
He got out, and she told Summer to hold for a moment. "Hey Ryan, beach party tonight at Craig's?"
"Uhh..you know what, I'm kind of tired."
"Oh."
"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He suggested to her pouting face.
"Sure."
She drove off, and Ryan walked up the driveway and into the house. He went into the kitchen where Kirsten was sitting, her work papers scattered about the island. "Hey Ryan. How was your day?" She asked, not looking up from the papers.
"It was alright. Mall with Marissa."
"Sounds good." She looked up from her work, "Listen, I'm probably not going to have enough time to cook dinner for you and Seth before I go to the club tonight. Sandy shouldn't be home until one or so, so how about you and Seth just order a pizza? Sound good?"
Ryan shrugged, "Yeah, pizza sounds great." He reached in the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cranberry juice, "is Seth here?" He asked.
"He's running a few errands for me. He should be home in a half hour."
"Alright." He said, before turning and walking outside to the pool house.
When he opened the glass door, Ryan was overwhelmed with a familiar smell. A mixture of sweet sex, vanilla, and cigarettes. It was all too familiar, just like the sight before him.