"Hakuna Matata" part 6
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. They mean a lot
Ryan Atwood glanced at his alarm clock. In bright red numbers, the clock verified that it was 2:45. Taking a deep breath and trying to think of reasons not to meet Theresa, Ryan got out of bed. He picked up his jeans from the floor and grabbed a sweatshirt. Contrary to popular belief, it did get cold in California. He grabbed his cell just in case but decided to turn it off, and headed out of the pool house and towards the pier.
Theresa tapped her foot impatiently on the wood pier. Normally she would be amazed at the beauty around her, but right now she was too nervous to take it in. More than anything, she wanted to be one of these people that frequently walked along this pier. Chino, full of people like her, couldn't afford a pier. Even if it could, it wouldn't manage to look like this. It reminded her of the difference between people who could take a cheap outfit and make it look glamorous and people who would wear the same thing and look cheap. Sighing, she took a smoke out of her purse. She was being too introspective. Glancing at her watch, she silently prayed Ryan would come.
Ryan made it to the pier at 2:07. It didn't take him long to spot Theresa. She was leaning against the pier smoking, and Ryan swore he had never seen anything so pretty. Though he didn't love Theresa, he was still attracted to her. He loved the feeling of her thick brown locks beneath his hands. She would free him from his hell by letting him take her, and he was forever grateful. He had survived on those nights spent at her house, and sometimes he would lay in bed at night with what he thought were withdrawal symptoms. He missed having sex with her every time he was depressed. Maybe that was why he had come to the pier to see her.
"Hey, Ryan," she waved to him.
"Hi," he replied as he too leaned against the wooden barrier of the pier. "How have you been?" He asked as he took out a cigarette of his own.
"New family didn't make you quit?" She asked only slightly surprised to see him light the cigarette.
"Don't approve, but I don't smoke in the house so they don't say anything. I don't even know if they know," he informed her as he took a drag.
"They don't watch you every second?" She asked surprised. She figured his new family would keep a close eye on him. Maybe they didn't realize what exactly Ryan Atwood was capable of. Sure he was smart and could pull off the good kid act, but it was just an act. Sure he was nice and kind, but she knew the real Ryan. He was Trey's brother, and no kin of Trey's could be that good. It just wasn't possible.
"They did. Life caught up."
Theresa smiled. She didn't realize how much she had missed Ryan's monosyllabic speech. She doubted these Newport people understood what he meant. She knew him though and could infer what the real Ryan was saying.
"You sad?" she finally asked him.
He shrugged, which she knew meant yes. She knew that he wanted someone to love him, to punish him. She knew that he didn't want to be labeled an Atwood. She would bet her life savings, which amounted to $54, that he wanted someone to make him behave. He would secretly love to have his nicotine taken from him and burned. He was a smart kid and knew a lot of what he did was wrong and harmful; he just never had the guidance to force to do something about it, and it was sad. At least Theresa had Arturo who genuinely cared a supportive mother. Ryan had neither, and so out of both sympathy and desire, she dropped her cigarette, put it out with her foot and kissed Ryan Atwood.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. They mean a lot
Ryan Atwood glanced at his alarm clock. In bright red numbers, the clock verified that it was 2:45. Taking a deep breath and trying to think of reasons not to meet Theresa, Ryan got out of bed. He picked up his jeans from the floor and grabbed a sweatshirt. Contrary to popular belief, it did get cold in California. He grabbed his cell just in case but decided to turn it off, and headed out of the pool house and towards the pier.
Theresa tapped her foot impatiently on the wood pier. Normally she would be amazed at the beauty around her, but right now she was too nervous to take it in. More than anything, she wanted to be one of these people that frequently walked along this pier. Chino, full of people like her, couldn't afford a pier. Even if it could, it wouldn't manage to look like this. It reminded her of the difference between people who could take a cheap outfit and make it look glamorous and people who would wear the same thing and look cheap. Sighing, she took a smoke out of her purse. She was being too introspective. Glancing at her watch, she silently prayed Ryan would come.
Ryan made it to the pier at 2:07. It didn't take him long to spot Theresa. She was leaning against the pier smoking, and Ryan swore he had never seen anything so pretty. Though he didn't love Theresa, he was still attracted to her. He loved the feeling of her thick brown locks beneath his hands. She would free him from his hell by letting him take her, and he was forever grateful. He had survived on those nights spent at her house, and sometimes he would lay in bed at night with what he thought were withdrawal symptoms. He missed having sex with her every time he was depressed. Maybe that was why he had come to the pier to see her.
"Hey, Ryan," she waved to him.
"Hi," he replied as he too leaned against the wooden barrier of the pier. "How have you been?" He asked as he took out a cigarette of his own.
"New family didn't make you quit?" She asked only slightly surprised to see him light the cigarette.
"Don't approve, but I don't smoke in the house so they don't say anything. I don't even know if they know," he informed her as he took a drag.
"They don't watch you every second?" She asked surprised. She figured his new family would keep a close eye on him. Maybe they didn't realize what exactly Ryan Atwood was capable of. Sure he was smart and could pull off the good kid act, but it was just an act. Sure he was nice and kind, but she knew the real Ryan. He was Trey's brother, and no kin of Trey's could be that good. It just wasn't possible.
"They did. Life caught up."
Theresa smiled. She didn't realize how much she had missed Ryan's monosyllabic speech. She doubted these Newport people understood what he meant. She knew him though and could infer what the real Ryan was saying.
"You sad?" she finally asked him.
He shrugged, which she knew meant yes. She knew that he wanted someone to love him, to punish him. She knew that he didn't want to be labeled an Atwood. She would bet her life savings, which amounted to $54, that he wanted someone to make him behave. He would secretly love to have his nicotine taken from him and burned. He was a smart kid and knew a lot of what he did was wrong and harmful; he just never had the guidance to force to do something about it, and it was sad. At least Theresa had Arturo who genuinely cared a supportive mother. Ryan had neither, and so out of both sympathy and desire, she dropped her cigarette, put it out with her foot and kissed Ryan Atwood.
