"Hakuna Matata" part 3

Author's Note: I want to apologize for not getting this part out sooner. Making y'all wait a month is completely unacceptable. To be honest, I wasn't going to continue this due to a number of reasons. I am extremely busy, and I have lacked some inspiration (i.e. Oliver storyline). I happen to be huge fan of Ryan, and I like Ryan and Marissa together during the summer and earlier episodes. I am not a big fan of her now so that also had to do with my lack of inspiration. This story will hopefully reflect the "old" Marissa and not the new dumb one.

Please continue to review. It is your reviews that keep me writing as well as the huge desire to put off homework and be creative instead.

Oh and in reference to the reviewer who mentioned the y'all thing. It is southern dialect and part of my natural speech. Sorry if it bothers anyone.

On to the story.

Summer tapped her foot impatiently. The thump thump thump of her heels connectioning with the tile floor could be heard loud and clear. She was frowning and glanced at her watch once more. "Hey, Coop, like what is taking Cohen so long? I mean showing up fashionably late is way overrated."

Marissa glanced at her friend and laughed. They were in the Cohen's kitchen waiting for Seth. Ryan had gone upstairs a few minutes ago to retrieve him and had yet to return. She sat at the bar while Summer continued to pace and tap her foot. Finally getting fed up with the repetitive noise, Marissa spoke up. "Summer, could you not do that anymore. It's getting a little annoying."

Summer didn't have time to respond because the boys entered the room at that moment. "Um, Cohen, next time when I am making us late, you can't say anything. You owe me big time!" Summer told him before stalking off towards the door.

"Next time? As in there will be a next time? As in you have given into the Seth Cohen charm, and want there to be a next time?" Seth called after her as he hurried to catch up with her. Tonight was going to be good.

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A couple of hours and a few beers later, the party was in full swing. Music blared from the very expensive sound system Holly owned. Countless numbers of Newport kids were enjoying the party. Some were drinking themselves silly on the brink of passing out, enjoying their Friday night ritual. Others grinded in the middle of the room with people they both knew and had just met for the first time. A heavy game of strip poker was going on in the kitchen. People were throwing up on the beach behind Holly's house still close enough to hear the rhythmatic sounds of music you can only dance to.

In the middle of this, stood Marissa. She had scotch mixed with coke in her hand and was trying to talk to Ryan. She had had a little too much to drink, and it was catching up with her. Ryan wasn't too far behind. He tended to be able to hold his liquor well, but he had consumed a lot tonight. He wasn't quite sure why he had, but now was not the time to think about this. He tried to focus on Marissa, but damn was it hard. Next thing he knew, she had grabbed his hand pulling him out to the dance floor. He might be drunk, but he damn well knew he wasn't dancing. "No. I can't. Marissa." he whined as she led him to the group of people resembling an orgy.

"Yes, you can silly. You're drunk and not thinking right, and we are going to have fun," she told him giggling as she began moving her body to the music. She moved closer to Ryan so that her entire body was touching his. There was no space between their bodies, and she continued to move sliding her body up and down his.

The dancing was doing all sorts of things to Ryan's body. He silently cursed to himself as he started to move as well. He felt his body temperature rise, and if he wasn't careful, he'd lose all control. He felt like taking her right there despite the people. Damn doing it in public turned him on even more. A tremor that only comes when danger is near ran down his spine, chilling him. It had been a long time since he felt that tremor, and he like the feeling of it. That scared him, but he was too drunk right now to notice or care. Instead he leaned down and began kissing Marissa' neck giving into his body's desire despite the people around them. Afterall they were busy doing their own thing, living their own lives, completing their Friday night ritual of getting wasted to the point of no self-control, and Ryan was among the abyss of it all.

TBC