Caught!
A/N: This is just a figment of my imagination, what would happen after Marissa ran out. I know that she goes to Chino and stays with Theresa, but I thought I'd mix it up a bit. There's going to be one more chapter, I think. Maybe Marissa's POV on what happens after this...Ryan comes into the picture as well!
I agree to help Ryan find Marissa. She ran out after hearing about my relationship with her mom.
We decide to split up. I'm to go to the pier and the beach. Ryan says he'll cover the mall and other shops.
I'm walking along the pier when I spot Marissa's car parked next to the Crab Shack. I yank over the door with its large orange sticker:
No shirt No shoes No problem
Normally, I would laugh at this sign, but I've got more important things on my mind. I scan the crowd at the Crab Shack. It's not too busy, and I can tell that Marissa's not here. One, because I don't see her, and two, because there isn't a huddle of guys gathered around a girl. Which usually happens when she goes out.
The first droplets of rain strike me as I exit the restaurant. She's probably on the beach, soaking her ass off, but that's Marissa. She's probably going to stay there until she catches pneumonia or someone finds her. Stubborn, always was, always will be.
I run through the sand, the tiny grains sticking to my feet. The feeling of sand between my toes always irks me, but today I'm too busy to care. I've got to find her.
I find her huddled under the pier where we shared our first kiss. My lips curl up slightly, remembering that rainy day we sought refuge under the weathered wood beams. That salty, sweet, wet kiss that first swept me off my feet. It was a long time ago; nevertheless, whenever I go here I think about the saliva swap. Okay, focus, Luke.
She looks sad, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. With a distant look in her eyes, she doesn't seem to notice me, yet draws her knees close to her chest.
For a second, I consider leaving her there and calling Ryan. I know she wants him to come rescue her.
Because, as upset as she is with him for lying to her (or what she thinks was lying), I know she'd much rather see him than me.
I can't even look her in the eye as I take a seat in the sand across from her. The reality of what I've done hits me. I slept with a mother and her daughter. And as good as Julie was, I knew it wasn't worth it to risk losing Marissa's friendship. Ryan was right. Where was my relationship going to go? Nowhere, that's where. All it would do was hurt Marissa, Ryan was right about that too.
A part of me still loves Marissa. After all, she was my first girlfriend, and we shared many firsts together. I'm not going to go into that in detail, I'll leave that up to your imagination.
What was I thinking? Ryan's voice penetrates my jumbled mind, reminding me. I wasn't thinking.
"Marissa," I begin, not sure if she's listening or not. "Marissa," I repeat.
She doesn't move. I gently lift her chin up so that she's looking directly at me.
I expect to see malice and hurt.
I see confusion and disbelief.
I open my mouth to speak. To comfort her. But how? I have no idea. She starts to talk before I can try to make sense of the thoughts that can't be put into words.
"My own mother," Marissa shakes her head. Her hair is wet and she shivers slightly. I contemplate giving her my polo shirt, so at least she'll have something dry to wear. But she probably doesn't want to wear something of mine ever again.
"This is all my fault," I interrupt, as she takes a deep breath. The last thing I need is for Marissa to hate her mom. Well, even more than she does already.
"Luke," Marissa averts her eyes. "Just don't." And then, a rhetorical question, not really directed at me. "How could she do this to me? Who is she going to seduce next? Ryan?"
She finally opens the gateways and lets her tears spill, like water rushing forth in a dam. I slide next to her, putting my arm around her. When she doesn't recoil from my touch, I scoot closer.
"She always has to one-up me. What is she trying to prove? That she still looks good enough at her age to get a guy my age?" I open my mouth to say that Julie actually liked me. In her words, I was fresh face in a sea of look-a-likes. I decide against it, figuring it's not the best time to praise Julie.
"Marissa." Simple, yet full of meaning. I know she just wants to sit there and wallow in her misery. I'm prepared to do it with her.
She buries her head in my shoulder, and I shudder slightly at the cool tears running down my neck. "You're the only one that cares."
Oh, God. She really thinks that her mom seduced me. Don't get me wrong, I do care about Marissa. But I'm just as guilty as Julie. I've got the chocolate smeared on my face but she's blaming the one who was smart enough to wash it off her cheeks.
And quite frankly, I'm a little disturbed that she hasn't lashed out at me. And a little disappointed. Because I know what I did was wrong in so many ways.
A/N: This is just a figment of my imagination, what would happen after Marissa ran out. I know that she goes to Chino and stays with Theresa, but I thought I'd mix it up a bit. There's going to be one more chapter, I think. Maybe Marissa's POV on what happens after this...Ryan comes into the picture as well!
I agree to help Ryan find Marissa. She ran out after hearing about my relationship with her mom.
We decide to split up. I'm to go to the pier and the beach. Ryan says he'll cover the mall and other shops.
I'm walking along the pier when I spot Marissa's car parked next to the Crab Shack. I yank over the door with its large orange sticker:
No shirt No shoes No problem
Normally, I would laugh at this sign, but I've got more important things on my mind. I scan the crowd at the Crab Shack. It's not too busy, and I can tell that Marissa's not here. One, because I don't see her, and two, because there isn't a huddle of guys gathered around a girl. Which usually happens when she goes out.
The first droplets of rain strike me as I exit the restaurant. She's probably on the beach, soaking her ass off, but that's Marissa. She's probably going to stay there until she catches pneumonia or someone finds her. Stubborn, always was, always will be.
I run through the sand, the tiny grains sticking to my feet. The feeling of sand between my toes always irks me, but today I'm too busy to care. I've got to find her.
I find her huddled under the pier where we shared our first kiss. My lips curl up slightly, remembering that rainy day we sought refuge under the weathered wood beams. That salty, sweet, wet kiss that first swept me off my feet. It was a long time ago; nevertheless, whenever I go here I think about the saliva swap. Okay, focus, Luke.
She looks sad, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. With a distant look in her eyes, she doesn't seem to notice me, yet draws her knees close to her chest.
For a second, I consider leaving her there and calling Ryan. I know she wants him to come rescue her.
Because, as upset as she is with him for lying to her (or what she thinks was lying), I know she'd much rather see him than me.
I can't even look her in the eye as I take a seat in the sand across from her. The reality of what I've done hits me. I slept with a mother and her daughter. And as good as Julie was, I knew it wasn't worth it to risk losing Marissa's friendship. Ryan was right. Where was my relationship going to go? Nowhere, that's where. All it would do was hurt Marissa, Ryan was right about that too.
A part of me still loves Marissa. After all, she was my first girlfriend, and we shared many firsts together. I'm not going to go into that in detail, I'll leave that up to your imagination.
What was I thinking? Ryan's voice penetrates my jumbled mind, reminding me. I wasn't thinking.
"Marissa," I begin, not sure if she's listening or not. "Marissa," I repeat.
She doesn't move. I gently lift her chin up so that she's looking directly at me.
I expect to see malice and hurt.
I see confusion and disbelief.
I open my mouth to speak. To comfort her. But how? I have no idea. She starts to talk before I can try to make sense of the thoughts that can't be put into words.
"My own mother," Marissa shakes her head. Her hair is wet and she shivers slightly. I contemplate giving her my polo shirt, so at least she'll have something dry to wear. But she probably doesn't want to wear something of mine ever again.
"This is all my fault," I interrupt, as she takes a deep breath. The last thing I need is for Marissa to hate her mom. Well, even more than she does already.
"Luke," Marissa averts her eyes. "Just don't." And then, a rhetorical question, not really directed at me. "How could she do this to me? Who is she going to seduce next? Ryan?"
She finally opens the gateways and lets her tears spill, like water rushing forth in a dam. I slide next to her, putting my arm around her. When she doesn't recoil from my touch, I scoot closer.
"She always has to one-up me. What is she trying to prove? That she still looks good enough at her age to get a guy my age?" I open my mouth to say that Julie actually liked me. In her words, I was fresh face in a sea of look-a-likes. I decide against it, figuring it's not the best time to praise Julie.
"Marissa." Simple, yet full of meaning. I know she just wants to sit there and wallow in her misery. I'm prepared to do it with her.
She buries her head in my shoulder, and I shudder slightly at the cool tears running down my neck. "You're the only one that cares."
Oh, God. She really thinks that her mom seduced me. Don't get me wrong, I do care about Marissa. But I'm just as guilty as Julie. I've got the chocolate smeared on my face but she's blaming the one who was smart enough to wash it off her cheeks.
And quite frankly, I'm a little disturbed that she hasn't lashed out at me. And a little disappointed. Because I know what I did was wrong in so many ways.
