{Love Song For No One}
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} THIS CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK!!!! Think of it as Marissa thinking back on something!!
{Chapter 2: The Break Up}
Marissa loved flying. She never understood why Ryan hated it so much.
Oh yeah, fear of heights, blah blah blah.
Marissa shook up the tiny bottle of Jack Daniels the stewardess handed to her a few miles back.
She hadn't gotten seriously drunk since high school.
That is, until Ryan and her called it quits.
Marissa rolled her eyes at the dumb movie playing on her flight. Whatever.
She threw the bottle of Jack Daniels to the empty seat next to her. Empty seats is what you get when you take a random flight at 3 AM to Boston from the LAX.
She would just pop in and say hi to good old dad and Rach, then drop by the Cohen's. She knew Kirsten was going there tonight as well, so they wouldn't mind a little 'hey there' from their buddy Marissa, would they?
True, she hadn't spoken to Summer in a few months, but she had good reason.
Marissa's life had become chaotic.
From planning the wedding to canceling the wedding.
And Summer and Seth still didn't know they had called it off.
Unless Ryan said something.
Or Kirsten.
Which is why she wanted to get over to Boston in the first place. Tell Summer and Seth directly that Ryan Atwood is a prick who doesn't deserve the time of day.
And she knew there was no way in hell Ryan could find her in Boston.
He wouldn't get on a plane, he could barely stomach a ferris wheel.
Marissa shut her eyes, leaning back on the uncomfortable airplane seat and drifting off to memories of the night her life ended.
{A/N} Here's the flashback. . . in case you couldn't tell!
"I cannot believe you are freaking out about this!" Ryan screamed at her, throwing a pillow against the wall of their apartment. Or Summer's old one, however you look at it. When Seth and Summer moved, Marissa and Ryan took the lease, figuring it would be easier then looking for a new place.
"I'm sorry, Ryan." Marissa shouted, adjusting her skirt. Her feet were so tired from the heels she had worn to work. She hated work. All she did was work. "I can't imagine why I would be upset. I mean, you only screwed up the invitations and cost us a few thousand bucks!"
"It was an accident!" Ryan muttered, falling down against the wall.
"No, Ryan. Breaking a glass is an accident. Spelling my name wrong on our wedding invitations is just idiotic!"
"So, now I'm an idiot?"
"Amongst other things!"
"Well, why are you getting married to me then?"
"You know," Marissa said, feeling her rage build up. "I really can't remember."
"You can be such a . . ." Ryan started, before standing up and muttering to himself.
"Such a what?" Marissa hollered.
"Nothing, forget it. I'm going to bed." Ryan said, heading off towards their bedroom.
"Excuse me, Ryan." Marissa said sweetly, standing up from the couch. "Idiots get the couch." She walked past him, slamming the door to their bedroom in his face.
"You know what? That's it!" Ryan screamed through the door.
Marissa turned around quickly at these words. This is usually where their fights would end, after she slammed the door. Then hours later, Ryan would come to her and apologize and they would have great make up sex. But this was different. His tone scared her. She opened the door slowly, to see Ryan grabbing his cell phone off the kitchen counter, along with his briefcase from work.
"Where are you going?" Marissa asked slowly, feeling her throat burn up.
"To Sandy and Kirsten's. I've had enough." Ryan muttered, as he opened the door that led to the hallway. "Marissa, I can't keep going through this cycle. All we ever do is fight."
"That's not true." Marissa cried, pushing her way towards the door and looking into his brown eyes. He looked pained, but confident in what he was doing.
"Marissa, I love you, but. . ."
"You don't want to get married?" Marissa asked, slightly shocked at what was happening. "Ryan, I'm sorry. Ok, I totally blew the invitation mix up out of proportion. Let's just talk about this. OK?"
"Marissa." Ryan said sternly, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry." And with that he was gone.
Sure, he had come back and taken all his stuff. And as far as she knew, he had resumed his spot at the Cohen's pool house.
She hated him.
But she hated herself more.
She had taken him for granted.
But she would never admit that.
Marissa let her eyes flash open and looked at the tempting bottle of Jack Daniels, before unscrewing it's cap. What the hell? It's just one drink.
She really needed a drink.
"Folks, we're just 20 minutes outside of Boston." The captain's voice rang out over the PA system of the plane, as Marissa chugged down the bottle of Jack, surprised at how fast the buzz was overcoming her.
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} THIS CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK!!!! Think of it as Marissa thinking back on something!!
{Chapter 2: The Break Up}
Marissa loved flying. She never understood why Ryan hated it so much.
Oh yeah, fear of heights, blah blah blah.
Marissa shook up the tiny bottle of Jack Daniels the stewardess handed to her a few miles back.
She hadn't gotten seriously drunk since high school.
That is, until Ryan and her called it quits.
Marissa rolled her eyes at the dumb movie playing on her flight. Whatever.
She threw the bottle of Jack Daniels to the empty seat next to her. Empty seats is what you get when you take a random flight at 3 AM to Boston from the LAX.
She would just pop in and say hi to good old dad and Rach, then drop by the Cohen's. She knew Kirsten was going there tonight as well, so they wouldn't mind a little 'hey there' from their buddy Marissa, would they?
True, she hadn't spoken to Summer in a few months, but she had good reason.
Marissa's life had become chaotic.
From planning the wedding to canceling the wedding.
And Summer and Seth still didn't know they had called it off.
Unless Ryan said something.
Or Kirsten.
Which is why she wanted to get over to Boston in the first place. Tell Summer and Seth directly that Ryan Atwood is a prick who doesn't deserve the time of day.
And she knew there was no way in hell Ryan could find her in Boston.
He wouldn't get on a plane, he could barely stomach a ferris wheel.
Marissa shut her eyes, leaning back on the uncomfortable airplane seat and drifting off to memories of the night her life ended.
{A/N} Here's the flashback. . . in case you couldn't tell!
"I cannot believe you are freaking out about this!" Ryan screamed at her, throwing a pillow against the wall of their apartment. Or Summer's old one, however you look at it. When Seth and Summer moved, Marissa and Ryan took the lease, figuring it would be easier then looking for a new place.
"I'm sorry, Ryan." Marissa shouted, adjusting her skirt. Her feet were so tired from the heels she had worn to work. She hated work. All she did was work. "I can't imagine why I would be upset. I mean, you only screwed up the invitations and cost us a few thousand bucks!"
"It was an accident!" Ryan muttered, falling down against the wall.
"No, Ryan. Breaking a glass is an accident. Spelling my name wrong on our wedding invitations is just idiotic!"
"So, now I'm an idiot?"
"Amongst other things!"
"Well, why are you getting married to me then?"
"You know," Marissa said, feeling her rage build up. "I really can't remember."
"You can be such a . . ." Ryan started, before standing up and muttering to himself.
"Such a what?" Marissa hollered.
"Nothing, forget it. I'm going to bed." Ryan said, heading off towards their bedroom.
"Excuse me, Ryan." Marissa said sweetly, standing up from the couch. "Idiots get the couch." She walked past him, slamming the door to their bedroom in his face.
"You know what? That's it!" Ryan screamed through the door.
Marissa turned around quickly at these words. This is usually where their fights would end, after she slammed the door. Then hours later, Ryan would come to her and apologize and they would have great make up sex. But this was different. His tone scared her. She opened the door slowly, to see Ryan grabbing his cell phone off the kitchen counter, along with his briefcase from work.
"Where are you going?" Marissa asked slowly, feeling her throat burn up.
"To Sandy and Kirsten's. I've had enough." Ryan muttered, as he opened the door that led to the hallway. "Marissa, I can't keep going through this cycle. All we ever do is fight."
"That's not true." Marissa cried, pushing her way towards the door and looking into his brown eyes. He looked pained, but confident in what he was doing.
"Marissa, I love you, but. . ."
"You don't want to get married?" Marissa asked, slightly shocked at what was happening. "Ryan, I'm sorry. Ok, I totally blew the invitation mix up out of proportion. Let's just talk about this. OK?"
"Marissa." Ryan said sternly, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry." And with that he was gone.
Sure, he had come back and taken all his stuff. And as far as she knew, he had resumed his spot at the Cohen's pool house.
She hated him.
But she hated herself more.
She had taken him for granted.
But she would never admit that.
Marissa let her eyes flash open and looked at the tempting bottle of Jack Daniels, before unscrewing it's cap. What the hell? It's just one drink.
She really needed a drink.
"Folks, we're just 20 minutes outside of Boston." The captain's voice rang out over the PA system of the plane, as Marissa chugged down the bottle of Jack, surprised at how fast the buzz was overcoming her.