Ping-Pong
Disclaimer: Fox owns the O.C., so...yeah
Summary: Ryan is torn between his worlds...first chapter: Chino and Newport. Second: Theresa and Marissa. Third? Seth and Trey. Fourth may be Kirsten and Dawn. And if there is a fifth, it will be Sandy and Ryan's dad (what is his name, anyway?) May be somewhat OOC, deal with it!!
There's no way to weigh the pros and cons of Marissa vs. those of Theresa. There's just no way.
On one hand, Theresa symbolizes my old life, the one I tried to leave behind. The one that screwed me over and over. She is everything I don't want to be. But there's comfort in her familiarity. I know her, we've been there, done that. She knows my life story. She knows how to get through to me, to touch me by reaching deep into my soul. Sounds complicated, Marissa could tell you that, but it really isn't.
Speaking of Marissa, she's everything I've worked for. She even tries to understand me. But she tries too hard. And I'm afraid of hurting her. Theresa, she's a tough girl from the 'hood. It's not that easy to get her to break down, to hurt her. Marissa cracks under the slightest amount of pressure. She's fragile. I get it. But I don't know about her. She's the first girl I've ever considered loving. Okay, okay, you might be wondering about Theresa. I thought I loved her. That is, until I met Marissa and found out what love really is. And if what I feel for Marissa isn't love, then I sure as hell don't know if I'm ever going to find love.
So which one will it be? It goes like this. Our little "triangle", if you want to call it that, is like a ping-pong table. In which I'm the ball. Stop laughing. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just constantly being hit back and forth. I thought I was happy on Marissa's side of the table. But then Theresa came back, winning more than a few "points", if you will, and now I'm all bent out of shape.
There's no doubt about it; both girls are strikingly beautiful. Theresa, she's more of a woman to me. More grounded and secure, and she's got the kind of curves that make my mouth water. But then there's Marissa. Unstable, but I kind of like catching her when she falls. Because I know that eventually she'll be able to walk on her own. And although Marissa's figure isn't filled out like Theresa's, there's definitely something about skinny girls that makes me want to jump her. Like right now.
So where do I stand? I'd say I'm in the air over Marissa's side of the table. When Theresa left, she hit me back over to Marissa's side. A light, gentle tap, one that emits defeat and tells me that Theresa's done with this little game of ping-pong, Ryan style. But I'm still falling...and I don't know where I'm going to land.
Marissa, or Theresa? The age-old question (okay, so I'm being a fan of the cliché) stands. Theresa came first, and I put her behind years ago. She slipped my mind just like that and slipped back in just as easily. Something tells me that's not a good sign. Marissa, Marissa. Love her; hate her, either way she's on my mind. The kid's got staying power.
This is so overwhelming.
I could chase after Theresa, and risk being punched by Eddie (again). But is she worth it? I don't know.
I could go back with Marissa, and risk being not trusted again. That, I don't know if I can do that. I've got trust issues.
With Theresa, there's a chance of physical pain. With Marissa, it's emotional pain.
Which one is worth the chance?
Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I just fell off of the table. The question is, whose paddle will find me first? And will the game continue?
A/N: Well? Is it terrible? I wasn't planning on finishing this chapter so soon but I had a burst of inspiration. Was it crap? Please tell me, and I'll redo it.
Disclaimer: Fox owns the O.C., so...yeah
Summary: Ryan is torn between his worlds...first chapter: Chino and Newport. Second: Theresa and Marissa. Third? Seth and Trey. Fourth may be Kirsten and Dawn. And if there is a fifth, it will be Sandy and Ryan's dad (what is his name, anyway?) May be somewhat OOC, deal with it!!
There's no way to weigh the pros and cons of Marissa vs. those of Theresa. There's just no way.
On one hand, Theresa symbolizes my old life, the one I tried to leave behind. The one that screwed me over and over. She is everything I don't want to be. But there's comfort in her familiarity. I know her, we've been there, done that. She knows my life story. She knows how to get through to me, to touch me by reaching deep into my soul. Sounds complicated, Marissa could tell you that, but it really isn't.
Speaking of Marissa, she's everything I've worked for. She even tries to understand me. But she tries too hard. And I'm afraid of hurting her. Theresa, she's a tough girl from the 'hood. It's not that easy to get her to break down, to hurt her. Marissa cracks under the slightest amount of pressure. She's fragile. I get it. But I don't know about her. She's the first girl I've ever considered loving. Okay, okay, you might be wondering about Theresa. I thought I loved her. That is, until I met Marissa and found out what love really is. And if what I feel for Marissa isn't love, then I sure as hell don't know if I'm ever going to find love.
So which one will it be? It goes like this. Our little "triangle", if you want to call it that, is like a ping-pong table. In which I'm the ball. Stop laughing. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just constantly being hit back and forth. I thought I was happy on Marissa's side of the table. But then Theresa came back, winning more than a few "points", if you will, and now I'm all bent out of shape.
There's no doubt about it; both girls are strikingly beautiful. Theresa, she's more of a woman to me. More grounded and secure, and she's got the kind of curves that make my mouth water. But then there's Marissa. Unstable, but I kind of like catching her when she falls. Because I know that eventually she'll be able to walk on her own. And although Marissa's figure isn't filled out like Theresa's, there's definitely something about skinny girls that makes me want to jump her. Like right now.
So where do I stand? I'd say I'm in the air over Marissa's side of the table. When Theresa left, she hit me back over to Marissa's side. A light, gentle tap, one that emits defeat and tells me that Theresa's done with this little game of ping-pong, Ryan style. But I'm still falling...and I don't know where I'm going to land.
Marissa, or Theresa? The age-old question (okay, so I'm being a fan of the cliché) stands. Theresa came first, and I put her behind years ago. She slipped my mind just like that and slipped back in just as easily. Something tells me that's not a good sign. Marissa, Marissa. Love her; hate her, either way she's on my mind. The kid's got staying power.
This is so overwhelming.
I could chase after Theresa, and risk being punched by Eddie (again). But is she worth it? I don't know.
I could go back with Marissa, and risk being not trusted again. That, I don't know if I can do that. I've got trust issues.
With Theresa, there's a chance of physical pain. With Marissa, it's emotional pain.
Which one is worth the chance?
Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I just fell off of the table. The question is, whose paddle will find me first? And will the game continue?
A/N: Well? Is it terrible? I wasn't planning on finishing this chapter so soon but I had a burst of inspiration. Was it crap? Please tell me, and I'll redo it.