Okay, so here goes another fan fic for 'the OC'…Read and Review so I know if I should continue or not. I'm not sure if this has been done before…But here it goes…
Summary: What if Ryan never ran away from the Cohen's in 'The Model' Episode. This is my little spin on what happens to Ryan when he has to go live in a group home. (There will be three parts to this story.)
+NOTE: I do not own any of these characters… you can thank FOX. If you have any questions or comment you can e-mail me at liverbrain22@hotmail.com+
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Chapter One: Understanding the Dream is over
"I wish there was more we could do." Sandy told Kirsten, staring out into the back yard. Seth and Ryan were in the swimming pool having a good time. He's never seen Seth happier. It was Ryan's last dinner with the Cohen's, and Sandy wished he could do something more to help him out. But he had done all that he could and he couldn't find his mother.
"Honey, you're his lawyer, not his guardian." She replied, taking the dishes from him and setting them down at the table.
"I know. I know, I know. I'll take him to Child Services in the morning." Sandy said, still looking out of the window.
Kirsten stood next to him at the window and looked out. "What kind of mother just abandons her child?" She said, her arms folded and worried. "What happens if they don't find her?" She asked.
Sandy looked away from the window and turned to her. "He'll go into the system – foster care until he's eighteen. I mean, they'll try and place him, but…at his age, it'll be impossible." Sandy told her, leaving her alone in the kitchen. She stood there and starred at the two boys in the pool for a few minutes, then returned to preparing dinner.
Sandy called the boys in and, minutes later, Seth and Ryan walked into the house, freshly clothed with wet hair.
Ryan bumped into Kirsten on his way to the dinning room table. "Oh. How was your swim?" Kirsten asked, smiling at him. She went over to the fridge to pour herself a glass of water from the pitcher.
"It was great." Ryan replied. He looked over at the table next to him that held a model home. "What's that?" He asked.
"It's a model home. I…I build them – well, the real ones, not that one." Kirsten said, pointing at the model home.
"Can you build me one?" Ryan asked, and then realized how stupid he had just sounded. He was sure Kirsten didn't like him. She was the one who had sent him back home after Ryan had gotten Seth into a fight. "Sorry, bad joke." He added, sitting down at the table.
"So…Last supper, huh?" Sandy commented. Kirsten glared at him. "Sorry, bad joke."
"It's just a laugh riot around here." She replied, dryly.
And with that, they ate their dinner with laughter, discussing Kirsten's cooking techniques. For the first time in months, years, Ryan felt good. But he knew it wasn't going to last for long. He understood that this dream, living in Newport, was over. He was thankful that the Cohen's let him in for the weekend.
After dinner, Ryan and the Cohen's were all in the kitchen. Sandy was going over papers with Ryan, and Kirsten and Seth were cleaning up the supper dishes.
Sandy flipped through the papers, explaining everything to Ryan. "As your attorney, I'll co-sign these forms. They basically say that you don't have a legal parent or a guardian available."
Ryan looked over through the papers. "So, I'm now property of the government. Nickname: 0382965."
Seth couldn't believe his parents were just going to give up on Ryan. He actually liked Ryan. He wasn't like any of the Newport snobs that lived there. He felt like he had a bond with Ryan already and it had only been a weekend. He didn't want to lose a friend – his one and only friend. "Hey, it's better than death – breath, Seth. Or so I would imagine." Seth mumbled to his parents, as he threw the dishes in the sink.
Sandy ignore him and continued explaining, "So, we'll meet with your social worker in the morning, and she'll be the one to, uh…to take you to the group home. My contact at Child Services got you a room with only two other kids, which is good, because it can get crowded."
Ryan smiled up at Sandy. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
Sandy continued, "And, you know, they do find foster homes for kids your age."
Seth couldn't help but say something to his parents. They were acting as if Ryan was just a lost letter put in the wrong mailbox. "Yeah, because everybody wants a brand-new teenager. I'm sorry if I'm the only one here that'll state the obvious…"
"Seth." Kirsten scolded him, but Seth ignored her.
Seth continued, "We have all this extra room, right? We have a poolhouse. Yet, you guys are going to ship him off to a group home? Am I the only one who gets how much that sucks?" He asked.
Before Kirsten or Sandy could reply, Ryan said, "It's okay. Really." He then signed his name at the bottom of the paper and looked over at Kirsten's model home. "Good luck with it. It looks perfect. Good night." Ryan said, dropping the pen down and leaving the Cohen's kitchen
"Good night." Sandy replied.
Ryan retreated back to the poolhouse and tried to fall asleep. After a half-hour of no sleep he decided to get dressed and go out for a smoke to calm his nerves down. He was starting to get very nervous. He didn't know what it was going to be like in the group home. Would it be like living with his mom, or would it be like living with a wealthy family, like the Cohen's.
As Ryan left the poolhouse, Seth came walking out of the house. "Hey. Got a little, uh…Playstation. Perhaps – uh, where are you going?"
Ryan waved his cigarette pack at Seth. "I need a smoke. Are your parents sleeping?" He asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah…So, uh – group home, huh?" Seth asked. Ryan nodded his head, inhaling his cigarette. "I'm going to miss you, you know." Seth admitted. He wasn't used to any sorts of friendships, so he didn't know how he was supposed to act.
"Yeah, I – uh, it's been great…" Ryan replied.
"We're still going to hang out, right? No matter what happens?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, of course." Ryan replied, finishing his cigarette and throwing his butt to the side of the pool.
"Okay, well, uh – Do you want to play some playsation before you go to bed?" Seth asked. Seth wasn't really up for playsation right now, though. He was too tired, but he wanted to hang out with Ryan as much as he could before he had to leave in the morning.
"No, I'm just going to crash for the day. But, thanks." Ryan replied, and then went back inside the poolhouse.
Seth kicked the grass at his feet and watched Ryan walk off. He was pissed off at his parents for not doing anything else to help Ryan. They had a lot of room at their house, so why couldn't he just stay, Seth thought to himself.
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"Dude, Ryan…wake up." Seth shouted at him, sitting on the couch in the poolhouse. It was seven o'clock in the morning and Seth couldn't wait to spend the last hour with his friend. He knew Ryan's Social Worker was coming at eight in the morning. Which meant that he only had an hour of Seth/Ryan time to put into the books.
Ryan shifted in the bed and opened his eyes, glaring at Seth. "What time is it?"
"Dude, it's seven. We only have an hour to hijack a few cars and steal some cash." Seth exclaimed. "Come on, dude!"
"Huh? What are you talking about, Seth?" Ryan questioned.
"Grand Theft Auto, Ryan. You know where you steal cars and don't get caught…Well technically that's not true. You do get caught, you just don't get – what am I talking about! Let's just go play some playsation." Seth exclaimed to Ryan and then walked out of the pool house.
Ryan quickly got changed into his clothes and then grabbed his one and only bag that contained his possessions. He looked around the poolhouse, wishing this dream wasn't ending, but it was. He left the poolhouse and went into the Cohen's house to play some playsation with Seth.
Seth and Ryan played playsation for the whole hour. They chitchatted about nothing in particular, but Seth did bring up Marissa. Ryan liked her; he liked her a lot, but she was Luke's girlfriend. Luke, Ryan thought to himself. If it weren't for Luke, Kirsten wouldn't be mad at him right now. He wondered if Marissa wouldn't notice he was gone. But, she probably wouldn't hang out with him anyway, Ryan thought to himself. He was from Chino. And according to some, Chino meant you were 'Ew'.
Sandy, Kirsten and a woman, who Ryan didn't recognize, came walking into the den. "Ryan, this is Lillian Bates, she's from Social Services." Sandy introduced her. Ryan quickly rose to his feet and shook her hand. "Uh, she'll be the one taking you to the group home." Sandy added.
"Can't we drive him, Dad?" Seth asked, setting his controller down on the ground.
"Seth." Kirsten warned. "Lillian is going to take him. And that's finale." She added, leaving the den with Sandy and Lillian. Ryan followed them outside and Seth trailed behind him mumbling to himself how the world wasn't fair to him.
Ryan swung his backpack over his shoulder and turned and faced the Cohen's. "Thanks, for everything. It's been great."
Sandy put his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "I want you to know that we are still going to keep in contact with you, Ryan. And I know Seth is going to want to visit you…"
"Damn straight." Seth shouted out. "You're like the only friend I've got…" Seth said, embracing his friend into a hug.
Ryan accepted the hug and patted him on the back. He then let go of Seth and shook Sandy's hand. He looked over at Kirsten and nodded. "Thanks, for everything." He said, with his hand out.
Kirsten shook his hand. "Would you do me a favor?" She asked. Ryan nodded his head. "Would you call us when you get settled in, so I know everything is right. Plus, I'm sure Seth is going to bug the hell out of us…"
"Yeah, sure." Ryan said, backing away from them and waiving to them.
"Okay, kid." Lillian said, climbing into her car.
They drove off down the Cohen's lane way and disappeared down the street. Seth shoved his hands in his pocket and kicked at the cement.
"You okay, Seth?" Sandy asked, putting his arm around his shoulder.
"No. You're dumping him like garbage…" Seth mumbled and then walked away from his dad and headed upstairs to his room. He fumbled through his CD collection, trying to get himself back into loner mood, but it was no use. After only three days of having Ryan around and only one minute of him not being around, he missed him. Seth grabbed his skateboard and went for a skate. A good skate always cleared his mind.
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"Okay, we're here." Lillian informed Ryan, breaking the silence that had crept upon them the whole car ride.
"We are? We're still in Newport." Ryan observed. He thought that the group home was in Chino.
"You're group home is here, in Newport. You'll be going to the public school here, which is actually just a few blocks away." She grinned at him and then got out of the car. Ryan grabbed his backpack and followed her to the door. It was a pretty big house, but not as big as the Cohen's mansion, that was for sure. The door flew opened and an old woman appeared wearing an apron. She welcomed them inside the house. The house smelt like something good was cooking.
"Wilma, this is the famous, Ryan Atwood." Lillian said, introducing him. "Ryan, this is Wilma Miller. She's the heart and soul of this group home, along with her husband Tom, of course." Lillian added.
Ryan held out his hand, "Hi." Ryan said, shaking Wilma's hand.
"So, Willie, where is Tom?" Lillian asked. They were still standing in the small foyer. Ryan paid no attention to the conversation between the women and looked around the place. It was very 'homey', Ryan thought to himself.
"Oh, he's around…" She said laughing. "I think he's with Josh and Cole somewhere." She replied, looking at Ryan. "Please, come in." She motioned them over to the couch.
"Oh, I should go, Willie. I have a ten o'clock appointment." Lillian told her. She then turned to Ryan. "You okay, kid?" She asked. Ryan nodded his head. "Okay, if you need anything, call me. Willie has my number. I'll be by again to check up on you next week to see how things are going." She explained, and then left.
Wilma clapped her hands together and Ryan jumped in surprise. "Okay!" She shouted out. "Let me take you on the grand tour and meet everyone."
Ryan followed the older lady around the house, while she explained the chores. Which Ryan knew was going to be easy, since he did everything back home in Chino. Wilma showed him the upstairs of the house. The house had four bedrooms, which meant Ryan had his own room.
Wilma walked all the way to the end of the hallway and opened the door. "This is your slumber." She said. "I bought a few things for you. Lillian told me you didn't have any clothes and whatnot, so I went ahead and splurged a bit."
Ryan set his backpack down on 'his' bed. "Thanks." He said, nodding his head and looking at the clothes on the desk at the corner of the room.
Wilma clapped her hands again, and Ryan jumped, again. "Okay, now it's time meet Tom and the boys." She walked down the hallway and went back downstairs. Ryan followed her into the basement. There, he saw an older man and two teenagers sprawled out on couches watching television. "Uh hum!" Wilma shouted over the television. Tom turned off the television and stood up. Ryan stood there in awe. The guy was at least six foot five, two hundred pounds and to top it off he had a gray Afro style hairdo going on. A funny site, indeed. "Everyone, this is Ryan."
Tom shook hands with Ryan. "I hope you like spaghetti." Tom said, laughing. "This lady of mine cooks up a storm when it comes to her fantastic spaghetti. It takes her all day to make her famous sauce." Ryan nodded his head and looked over at the two boys, who were still sprawled out on the crouches. "Boys." Tom said, raising his voice. The two boys stood up. "Okay, well come on Willie. We'll let them all get acquainted with each other." And with that Tom and Wilma left the basement.
As soon as the two adults left the basement one of the boys turned the television back on. Ryan went and sat down where Tom was just sitting. He nodded at the two boys and forced a smile.
"So, uh – I'm Cole, and I'm fourteen." The boy with the black hair said, gesturing Ryan with a nod. "That's Josh, he's seventeen…" Cole said, pointing over to the other boy who was channel surfing. Ryan looked at him and nodded. He almost looked like Seth, only that his hair wasn't as out of control. But the good thing was that he didn't look like a talker. "So, are you from Newport? How old are you?" Cole asked.
"Chino, almost seventeen." Ryan mumbled, playing with the cuff on his wrist. He was still wearing his jacket and could still smell the odor of his house back in Chino.
"Really? Me too!" Cole bellowed out.
Josh stood up and threw the remote at Cole. "Later, girls." He said, leaving.
"Don't mind him…He's an asshole. You'll get used to him." Cole warned him. "So, how did you end up in this joint?" He asked. Ryan shrugged, but didn't say anything. There was no way he was going to start telling his life long soap opera to some kid. Ryan stood up from the couch and left. He made it pass Wilma and Tom and headed to his room.
Ryan sat at the edge of his new room and looked around. It was a lot smaller than the poolhouse he had been staying in at the Cohen's house. It only contained a bed, desk and a dresser, which was shoved inside the closet because there was no room for it in the room. He started unpacking his clothes from his backpack and placed them inside the drawers. When he was done packing, he came across an envelope. Ryan fumbled with it and tore it opened. It was a letter.
Hey Ryan,
Dude, I like miss the oh so – silent 'Ryan' right now. You don't know how crazy I am going right now… You're actually in the poolhouse right now sleeping. But I know I'm going to miss you. I don't want to sound gay or anything, but it's true, Ryan. When you read this call me, 'cause I'm probably going crazy. I'm sorry my parents couldn't do anything better. Anyway, get your ass to the phone and dial my number.
-Seth (555-1286)
Ryan put the letter back into the envelope and placed it inside one of the drawers in his new desk. He smiled to himself at the thought of Seth going crazy without him. He knew he should call Seth, but he really didn't feel like it right now. He felt like crashing down and sleeping the whole day. He took off his jacket, threw it on a chair, and then pulled back the blankets in the bed. He wondered how clean the bed was. It didn't look dirty, so Ryan turned off the lights and shut the blinds, and then he jumped into bed. He knew he wasn't going to sleep, but he still tried anyway. His thoughts wandered over to Trey and then his mother. He wondered what she was doing right now. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Before Ryan could say anything, the door was opened. It was Tom.
"What are you doing sleeping?" Tom asked, walking into the room and opening the blinds.
The sun blinded Ryan for a minute and Ryan covered his face. "Well, what else is there to do?" Ryan asked bluntly.
Tom sat down on the end of the bed. "This is your house now. Do whatever you did at your old house." Tom explained. Ryan only shrugged and then sat up in his bed. "So, I came to talk to you about the house rules." Ryan nodded and Tom continued. "First of all, I know a bit about your background. So that helps us out a lot. I want no fighting, no drinking, no drugs and no skipping any school. School starts up in a week. Did Wilma explain the chores?" Tom asked,
"Yeah."
"Okay. Well then…I want you to always call us if you are going to be out somewhere. I want you in bed by eleven. Home by eight, unless you call, of course. I know you are still on probation, so you better watch yourself. Okay?" Ryan nodded. "Okay, well get downstairs, Josh and Cole are heading over to the school to shoot some hoops and I think you should go with them. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Ryan replied and then Tom stood up. Ryan got out of bed and grabbed his jacket. He knew he didn't need the jacket, but he felt secure with it on.
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Seth skated over to the Pier and decided to eat breakfast at the diner. As he was finishing his last pancake Luke and a bunch of his 'water polo playing' friends came into the dinner. Luke and his friends noticed Seth and walked over to him.
"Where's your girlfriend, Cohen?" Luke asked, sliding into the booth with him.
"Like you care?" Seth asked, pulling out his wallet. He put down his money and tried to get out of the booth.
"Where do you think you're going?" Luke exclaimed. "I asked you a question."
"He's gone, okay!" Seth shouted out to Luke and the others. Luke then let him get out of the booth and started to laugh at him.
Seth grabbed his skateboard and took off out of the diner and skated back home. He was caught up in all his thoughts and didn't even see large dip in the ground. He went flying off his skateboard and landed hard, face first into the cement. "Ow…" Seth moaned, and then picked his face up from the ground. He sat up and looked around, making sure no one saw his wipeout. Seth brushed his face with his sleeve and checked for blood. There was blood, a lot of it. He stood up and got back onto his skateboard and continued skating home.
When Seth got home he made sure to keep out of his parents way. There was no way he could explain his face. It looked as though he had been in a nasty fight, like the one at Holly's beach party with Ryan, but a lot worse.
"Seth…" Sandy yelled through the door of his room. "I'm going down to the mall to pick up a few things did you want to come?"
"Yeah, okay…. Or not. Just go away, Dad." Seth yelled out to his dad. He was standing in front of his mirror cleaning off the crusted blood from his face.
"Seth, are you going to stay mad at me forever?" He asked. Seth didn't respond. "I'm sure he's doing fine, Seth." Sandy waited again for Seth to respond, but he didn't. "There's still a chance his mother could come back, you know." Sandy added. He knew it was a fat chance, but he still said it anyway.
"Yeah, right and the tooth fairy is real." Seth spat out.
"Hey! You still have to have your wisdom teeth taken out! You better still believe in the tooth fairy, or else you're getting nada. Compredez?" Sandy shouted at Seth through his door.
"Whatever Dad, just leave me alone." Seth shouted.
Sandy stood there for a few minutes with his ear pressed against Seth's door. He was trying to figure out what Seth was up to. He didn't hear anything, so he left the hallway and retreated back downstairs.
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"So, do you play ball?" Cole asked, jumping around Ryan on the court. Josh had the basketball in his hands and was shooting at the net. He was a pretty good basketball player from what Ryan could tell.
This kid is a total spazz, Ryan thought to himself. He thought maybe this kid should be on some Prozac or at least on something. "Yeah, I play a little." Ryan replied. Josh threw him the ball roughly and Ryan caught it, glaring at him. "Thanks." Ryan mumbled, as he took a shot. He missed and Josh caught the ball.
"Hey Cole, why don't you sit out for this game…Ryan and I are going to play a little one on one." Josh said, pushing Cole off the court. "You game?" Josh asked Ryan. Ryan nodded his head and Josh threw him the ball. "First one to get ten basket's win."
"You're on." Ryan said, pivoting around him and scoring a basket. "One." He then chucked the ball over to Josh.
Josh smiled at him and started to pivot around Ryan, keeping one arm out to steady his balance. Ryan snatched the ball away from him and went in for another hoop. Ryan smiled back at him and chucked the ball at him. Josh started to run full speed at Ryan, dribbling the ball, running right into him. Ryan fell to the ground and Josh scored a basket. "One." Josh said as he smirked at Ryan, who was still on the ground.
Ryan got up and grabbed the ball from Josh then started dribbling around the court. Cole started to laugh at the two of them from the side of the court and Ryan glared at him. Ryan brushed pass Josh and scored another basket. The game was now three to two, for Ryan. Josh had the ball going in for his third basket when Ryan snatched it from him and scored. "Four – two." Ryan mumbled, throwing the ball at Josh. Sweat was dripping from his forehead.
Josh charged Ryan with the ball again and Ryan went flying down hard to the ground, as Josh scored another basket. "Four – three." Josh said, throwing the ball at Ryan, who was still on the ground.
Ryan got up and roughly threw the ball back at Josh. "Shove me again and I'll shove your face in." He yelled out to him, wiping the sweat from his face.
"What's the matter? Poor Ryan got hurt?" Josh laughed at him. "You going to cry now?" He threw the ball back at him.
Ryan dropped the ball and charged Josh, hitting him square in the face. Josh grabbed a hold of Ryan's shirt and pounded him in the face. Cole then came running up to them and tried to split them apart. "Shit, you guys! Don't do this!" Cole cried out at the two of them.
Ryan kept on hitting Josh punch after punch. He wasn't sure where all this anger was coming from but it was going full force. Josh managed to get a punched in and hit Ryan hard in the stomach. Ryan went down and Josh kicked him and then spat on him. "Come on Cole, let's go." Josh said, walking away from him and picking up the basketball.
Ryan watched Josh and Cole walk away together towards the house and then slowly got up to his feet. He knew he was going to be in a great deal of trouble when he returned to the house, so he decided he'd walk it off for a few hours. He didn't want to go back anyway to the Miller's. He didn't feel like it was his home, but he knew he had to go back. It was his only way of a real life. He didn't have enough strength to run away now. Instead, Ryan just wandered the streets of Newport.
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"Seth, supper time!" Kirsten yelled from the bottom of the staircase.
Seth moaned out loud and looked up from his comic book. "Okay! Be right down!" He shouted. Seth got up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked pretty beaten up and there was no way he was going go downstairs looking like this. So, he rummaged through his clothes in his dresser and pulled out an article. He put it on and went downstairs.
Seth walked into the dinning room and sat down at the table.
"Seth, what on earth are you wearing?" Kirsten asked, serving herself some food.
"Is that a full ski mask?" Sandy questioned. Seth nodded his head and started serving himself. "Why on earth are you wearing a ski mask?" Seth shrugged. "Take it off, we're eating dinner."
"I'd rather not." Seth replied.
"Seth." Kirsten scowled. "Is this about Ryan?" She asked.
"It can be…Maybe…" Seth answered her, lifting the ski mask a little to shove the food from his fork into his mouth.
"Seth, take it off now!" Kirsten exclaimed. As Seth took off his ski mask the phone rang and Sandy got up to answer it. "Seth! What happened?" Kirsten asked as she heard her words echo from the kitchen.
"What happened?" Sandy asked, holding the phone up to his ear. "No, I haven't seen him…. Are you sure? Okay, call when he gets in…Okay, bye." Sandy hung up the phone and looked at both Kirsten and Seth. They both looked worried. "What happened to your face, Seth?"
"I fell…Who was on the phone, Dad?" Seth asked.
"It was Tom Miller, from the group home. Ryan got into a fight with one of the kids and took off this morning."
"Oh God." Kirsten mumbled.
"See what you guys have done! If Ryan were here with us, nothing would happen to him!" Seth shouted at his parents and then left the house, slamming the door shut behind him. "Shit." Seth mumbled to himself, as he grabbed his skateboard and skated away.
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Ryan's walked around Newport all afternoon and throughout the evening. He looked at his watch; it was close to seven o'clock at night. He knew he was close to the Cohen's so he decided to go visit Seth before he went back 'home' to the Miller's. As Ryan walked up to the lane way of the Cohen's house he spotted Marissa.
"Hey, it's you…" Marissa said coming out of the shadow's of the night. "I never got to thank you, for the other night."
"Do your friends always leave you outside like that?" Ryan asked dryly.
Marissa shook her head and smiled at him. "I thought you left."
"I – did…I was just visiting Seth."
"He's not home." Marissa stated.
"Oh, and how do you know that?" Ryan asked. He looked at Marissa and she looked hot. She was dressed in a mini skirt and a flashy tank top.
"I saw him skate off awhile ago…I've been here for awhile…I'm waiting for Summer to pick me up. She's late." Marissa said, and then quickly asked, "I'm going to this party at a friends place, you want to come?"
Ryan stepped closer into her, showing his face. "Don't think I can." He said, pointing to his face. "…I kind of look like crap."
"Oh God, what happened? Your nose is bleeding, Ryan."
"I got into a little fight." Ryan said, taking out a cigarette. He offered Marissa one and she accepted it. He lit them both up and shoved his lighter back into his pocket. "But, thanks." He said, backing away from her and taking a puff from his cigarette. "I guess, I'll be going then." He said turning his back away from her.
"Wait!" Marissa yelled out. Ryan turned around. "Will I ever see you again?"
Ryan shrugged, "Maybe."
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