Disclaimers in Chapter 1
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Ch. 3:
Anna doesn't sleep well the night she decides to stay. The night Ryan begged her to stay.
She never thought a guy would beg her to stay with him. She never thought Ryan would be that guy. Their relationship is complicated and yet, oh-so-simple. Today Anna, and hopefully Ryan, will have to sit Seth down and explain everything. Seth will tell Summer and Summer will tell Marissa, but by then the message will have changed, like a screwed up game of "Telephone". Maybe Anna should go to Marissa herself. Anna sighs and turns in her bed.
4:05 am. It's a little early to get up and dressed and show up at the Cohen's wanting to chat. Chat, or jump Ryan's bones.
It's been awhile since they had sex. Well, not exactly awhile since they hadn't been going out for that long. Not going out, really. The whole thing had been a monumental secret. Anyway it had been a week or so, since the Teresa-thing turned into the Teresa-thing, and all Anna wanted was to drown in Ryan. She wanted to luxuriate in him, enjoy being with him and wanted by him. She wanted more than a quick grope or stolen-kiss in a closet, more than a quickie. For godsake they were 16, perverts, sluts, and horrible, horrible betrayers, but 16. Anna feels that being sixteen forgives a myriad of sins.
5:27 am. Still too early to get up. Anna has to stop feeling guilty. She and Ryan will make amends to their friends today, and Teresa's already made her choice. So, see, no guilt. Think happy thoughts. Think about Ryan. Think about sex with Ryan...
...mmm. Or maybe thinking about sex is a bad idea. Anna has to tell Seth, her best-friend and ex-boyfriend, that she is in love with his best-friend and brother and it would really, really help if she wasn't picturing Ryan naked as she did this.
Jesus.
All she was thinking about was sex. Pathetic.
If Ryan hadn't come to the airport last night, Anna would be waking up in Pittsburgh. She counts the time difference on her fingers. Five-to-six-to-seven-to-eight. 8:45 is a decent time to get up. Maybe that's her problem, Anna's supposed to be on Pittsburgh time.
Damn. Seth wasn't the only guy she would have some explaining to do to. She hadn't even bothered to tell Ryan she was leaving for Pittsburgh. They hadn't really talked since right after he kissed Teresa. She had a right to be mad, he'd kissed someone else. Anna who? But still, she could have mentioned the whole moving thing to Ryan.
Like she'd done so smoothly with Seth and Summer. Way to drop a bombshell. Kinda like she'd done to Seth again last night. Today she will be smooth, Anna tells herself. There will be no walking in on her and Ryan, no uncensored looks passing between the two of them.
Who is she kidding? Anna wonders. She and Ryan can't control themselves, much less each other. That's what started this thing in the first place, an upset Ryan and devastated Anna groping in the Cohen's driveway. How they had never gotten found out Anna still didn't know. Still, smoothness was probably out of the question. She and Ryan were going to be an acknowledged, legitimate couple. No reason they had to keep their hands off each other. She shivered with excitement.
6:47 am. Soon. After seven she'll get up and ready to go. Be at the Cohen's by eight, and see what happens from there. Waking Ryan could be fun...
She really does love him. It isn't just about the smouldering forbidden lust. Ryan understood her. They meshed. She saw the broken little boy in him and he saw that she wasn't just a little girl with geeky tendancies. They talked all the time. Sometimes Anna even told Ryan to shut up, that he talked too much. He had all these opinions, well thought-out and logical. They'd spent more time talking politics, theoretical and applied, than making-out and that was what had finally convinced them that whatever they were doing wasn't physical, because the making-out wasn't exactly minimal.
Ryan. Anna smiled. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Thinking about him made her happy, definitely a good sign. And she thought she could move back to Pittsburgh and just forget about him? Like a good slice of pie and a puppy would replace *Ryan*. Anna could be such an idiot sometimes!
7:03 am. Anna'd see Ryan soon.
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Ch. 3:
Anna doesn't sleep well the night she decides to stay. The night Ryan begged her to stay.
She never thought a guy would beg her to stay with him. She never thought Ryan would be that guy. Their relationship is complicated and yet, oh-so-simple. Today Anna, and hopefully Ryan, will have to sit Seth down and explain everything. Seth will tell Summer and Summer will tell Marissa, but by then the message will have changed, like a screwed up game of "Telephone". Maybe Anna should go to Marissa herself. Anna sighs and turns in her bed.
4:05 am. It's a little early to get up and dressed and show up at the Cohen's wanting to chat. Chat, or jump Ryan's bones.
It's been awhile since they had sex. Well, not exactly awhile since they hadn't been going out for that long. Not going out, really. The whole thing had been a monumental secret. Anyway it had been a week or so, since the Teresa-thing turned into the Teresa-thing, and all Anna wanted was to drown in Ryan. She wanted to luxuriate in him, enjoy being with him and wanted by him. She wanted more than a quick grope or stolen-kiss in a closet, more than a quickie. For godsake they were 16, perverts, sluts, and horrible, horrible betrayers, but 16. Anna feels that being sixteen forgives a myriad of sins.
5:27 am. Still too early to get up. Anna has to stop feeling guilty. She and Ryan will make amends to their friends today, and Teresa's already made her choice. So, see, no guilt. Think happy thoughts. Think about Ryan. Think about sex with Ryan...
...mmm. Or maybe thinking about sex is a bad idea. Anna has to tell Seth, her best-friend and ex-boyfriend, that she is in love with his best-friend and brother and it would really, really help if she wasn't picturing Ryan naked as she did this.
Jesus.
All she was thinking about was sex. Pathetic.
If Ryan hadn't come to the airport last night, Anna would be waking up in Pittsburgh. She counts the time difference on her fingers. Five-to-six-to-seven-to-eight. 8:45 is a decent time to get up. Maybe that's her problem, Anna's supposed to be on Pittsburgh time.
Damn. Seth wasn't the only guy she would have some explaining to do to. She hadn't even bothered to tell Ryan she was leaving for Pittsburgh. They hadn't really talked since right after he kissed Teresa. She had a right to be mad, he'd kissed someone else. Anna who? But still, she could have mentioned the whole moving thing to Ryan.
Like she'd done so smoothly with Seth and Summer. Way to drop a bombshell. Kinda like she'd done to Seth again last night. Today she will be smooth, Anna tells herself. There will be no walking in on her and Ryan, no uncensored looks passing between the two of them.
Who is she kidding? Anna wonders. She and Ryan can't control themselves, much less each other. That's what started this thing in the first place, an upset Ryan and devastated Anna groping in the Cohen's driveway. How they had never gotten found out Anna still didn't know. Still, smoothness was probably out of the question. She and Ryan were going to be an acknowledged, legitimate couple. No reason they had to keep their hands off each other. She shivered with excitement.
6:47 am. Soon. After seven she'll get up and ready to go. Be at the Cohen's by eight, and see what happens from there. Waking Ryan could be fun...
She really does love him. It isn't just about the smouldering forbidden lust. Ryan understood her. They meshed. She saw the broken little boy in him and he saw that she wasn't just a little girl with geeky tendancies. They talked all the time. Sometimes Anna even told Ryan to shut up, that he talked too much. He had all these opinions, well thought-out and logical. They'd spent more time talking politics, theoretical and applied, than making-out and that was what had finally convinced them that whatever they were doing wasn't physical, because the making-out wasn't exactly minimal.
Ryan. Anna smiled. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Thinking about him made her happy, definitely a good sign. And she thought she could move back to Pittsburgh and just forget about him? Like a good slice of pie and a puppy would replace *Ryan*. Anna could be such an idiot sometimes!
7:03 am. Anna'd see Ryan soon.