Marissa woke up when Ryan suddenly jumped out of bed and ran down the hall way towards the bathroom. She laid there for a second, waking up starring out the windows that surrounded them. She rolled over onto her back and looked to the left and saw no one. Looking at the clock and realizing it was almost noon she shrugged off the other drunkens absence and rolled out of bed. Making her way down the hall that lead to the bathroom. She slowed as she approached the open door not sure if his urgency had been a need to pee or a need to vomit. Much to her dismay she heard the reminiscent sound of heaving and quickened her pace.
When she got to the bathroom she immediately sunk down to her knees beside Ryan. Ryan was sitting back on his heels looking at the toilet blankly. He turned to look at her and as iff that small change in the placement of his head made him nauseous he immediately launched himself forward and threw up into the toilet.
Marissa scouted forward toward Ryan placing a hand soothingly in his hair and laying her head on his shoulder. Facing away from the actual vomiting Marissa softly mummered reassurances that he would be okay until his heaving stopped.
Ryan unwilling to move his head just kept it lying on the side of his toilet. The cool porcelain felt good against his temple. His head was spinning his throat was dry he had a throbbing pain in the base of his neck and behind his eyes not to mention the nausea. Idly he wondered how him mother did this all the time but just let it slid not wanting to add depression to his already long list of ailments at this moment.
"Funny thing is," Marissa started a chuckle in her voice, "I want you know more than ever."
At this both Marissa and started to laugh. Marissa picked her head up and Ryan sat back on his heel's again. They both looked at each other, and realized as they always do when they are alone that they were in love more now than they were yesterday.
Ryan sat back against the wall opposite the toilet and Marissa went and sat next to him. For a min. They sat side by side without a word said till Ryan tried to put his arm around her and pull her into him. At this Marissa jumped up.
"Hell no you are brushing your teeth and taking a shower before you try any of that."
Ryan put his hand on her mid thigh and squeezed sending her falling to the ground and giggling incessantly. Ryan knew that was a ticklish spot and wished his stomach and head wasn't keeping him against that wall, so he could join her in a little impromptu wrestling match.
Ryan heard the door to the pool house open and Kirsten call him and gave Marissa a desperate plea with his eyes. He did a lot with his eyes he thought randomly contemplating what Seth had said on their first day of school at breakfast. He didn't know how he conveyed things with just a look but he knew that if Kirsten saw the look on his face now he was gonna be in trouble.
Marissa quickly ran from the bathroom and intercepted Kirsten before she got past the bed.
Kirsten took one look at Marissa wearing Ryan's boxers and his wife beater. She looked around then and noticed there was no Ryan. Figuring he was probably in the bathroom considering that is where Marissa ran from she decided to deal with one hormone ravaged teenager at a time.
"I was looking for Ryan to see if he remembered he promised to help me set up for Sandy's Birthday party, but I guess I can have a little talk with you while I wait for him to get out of the bathroom."
Marissa inwardly cringed at this. For one Ryan was not coming out of that bathroom anytime soon, and secondly she hated any conversation that started with we need to talk
"Mrs. Cohen it ummm Ryan isn't going to be out of the bathroom for a while! He wanted to take a shower!
"Ryan is usually quick in the shower." Kirsten said getting more and more suspicious of the situation as time passed.
"Yeah yeah he is but he umm hurt him self . . . at the game yesterday and I asked him to take some extra time. The hot water will be good for it."
"We have a hot top Marissa. Why didn't he just get in it if he was sore."
Marissa was stuck she didn't know what to say to this. She couldn't honestly think of a reason. "You know Ryan he hates to admit anything is wrong. It was hard to get him to agree to take a long shower."
Kirsten let it go deciding that talking about why Marissa had obviously spent the night, and what had happened was more important.
Marissa knew what was coming. She had been successfully sleeping over with Ryan for three or four months but eventually she knew they were gonna get caught. Especially if it wasn't her in the bathroom trying to the puke while the parental units were in the room. Unfortunately of she had listened to her instincts and changed the moment she got out of bed she wouldn't behaving this problem but in her current state of dress denying her transgression was implausible.
"You spent to night?"
"Yeah." Marissa had learned a lot from Ryan in the year she had known him, Kirsten realized watching Marissa. Marissa stood eyes down shoulders slumped and responding with only single syllables as to never give more away than was already given up.
"Why?"
Marissa paused for a long time but realized this conversation wasn't going away and she just had to suck it up and barrel through it. "It's better then the alternative."
"And what's that?"
"Sleeping at home."
"And all that's going on is sleeping?"
Marissa blushed at Kristen's round about way to ask if her and Ryan were having sex. "Of Course."
"Well maybe that isn't the best idea. I'm sure your mother misses you."
"She has never said she has. She's usually not home."
"I'm just not comfortable with this. I'm sorry but you are going to have to go home and sleep in your own bed, not in Ryan's."
"Yes mama."
"Alright. When Ryan gets out of the bathroom could you have him come to the house?'
"Yeah no problem."
Kirsten turned to leave and Marissa waited till she saw her go back in the main house before turning back around and going to the bathroom. Ryan still sat exactly where she left him leaning against the wall looking rather pale and rather green.
"So I have to sleep at home from now on." Marissa said with a mocking tone.
"Yeah or you just gotta learn to get dressed before noon." Ryan responded looking up at her and realizing for the first time how great she looked disheveled and wearing his cloths.
"Well you've got to get up and take a shower before she comes back and finds out exactly why OI slept till noon and didn't change my cloths the minuet I woke up!" Marissa replied.
