Ryan sits silently in the Range Rover, as Sandy drives further and further
away from LAX and further and further from Theresa. His face seems carved
of stone, no expression, no thought. The blue of his eyes have transformed
into dark pools of blackness. Something has taken over him. Longing.
Touching his lips, he still tastes her skin. He had kissed her fingertips as they stood before the massive electronic doors of the Los Angeles Airport. Her name was the only word that tumbled through his throat as she turned and walked into the building. Every thought, word, feeling that had raced through his mind during the long car ride vanished. He just stood there, still and silent, eternally kissing her fingertips amidst the never ending activity of the airport.
Ryan closes his eyes for a moment, hoping that a world without vision will expel the images of Theresa in his mind. He was wrong. Without having to see the world, his mind focused solely on her. Every bit of her. Every memory that Ryan ever had with Theresa seemed to collide into each other in a random jungle of pictures in his mind.
Suddenly he was six years old racing after her in his front yard. He was nine and helping her to memorize the 50 states of the country. He was twelve at the Jr. High Dance, leaning down to give her her first kiss. He was fourteen and begging her to skip class with him. He was fifteen and... Ouch! Something sharp pierces through his jeans and stabs his thigh. His hands roam the seat until he touches something cold and solid. Picking it up, he realizes it's a lily-shaped pendant. The one he gave Theresa.
"STOP THE CAR!" the words cannonball out of his mouth before he knows what he is asking. Kirsten, Sandy and Seth all look at him with their mouths in O-shapes. "Please. I can't let her go!" Still unable to control his words or his body, Ryan lunges forward and spins the steering wheel, causing the vehicle to lean in an awkward U-turn.
Closing his eyes Ryan's adrenaline surges through every artery and vein, as if his heart is pumping only that. Unconsciously, he bites his lip in anticipation of what he is about to do. I can't say good-bye, Theresa. I'm sorry.
"Bro, you know I tried this already. And it didn't exactly work." Seth says rationally to Ryan.
With a look of pure sincerity in his eyes, Ryan turns to Seth and says, "The difference is you tried to tell Anna not to go if she was going because of you-"The words are stuck in his throat. She IS leaving because of Ryan.
"You were saying?" Seth asks with a smile, patting Ryan on the back.
"Seth, shut up." Sandy scolds. "I'm not turning this car around again."
"You can't force him to go after her." Seth whines.
"The difference is," Ryan announces loudly. "I'm in love with her."
XXX
"Fuck." Theresa curses as she is told by a very perky, very made up, very obviously fake blonde stewardess- excuse me, flight attendant. Bored within the first two seconds of waiting at the gate. Theresa decides she can't take it and leaves the gate. Realizing that she is unable to leave this particular terminal, she damns the new strict post-911 airport rules. She begins to wander the terminal.
XXX
Stepping out of her best friend's Jeep, Marissa Cooper helps her best friend unload her luggage.
"Aw, Coop! We're going to New York!" Summer exclaims excitedly.
"Yeah, its going to be quite a trip." Marissa agrees though not quite as enthusiastically.
"C'mon, Coop! Smile! You, me, your mom's need to buy your love, your new stepdad's credit card. NYC here we come!" Summer throws her arms in the air in a display of love for shopping, especially shopping in the Big Apple.
She tosses the keys to Marcus, her father's secretary, who has been bored to tears in the backseat listening to Summer's list of clothes to buy and how good they would look on her. Happily, Marcus gets in the drivers seat and speeds away. Eager to tell his boss that the young Ms. Roberts and Ms. Cooper safely arrived at the Los Angeles Airport.
Touching his lips, he still tastes her skin. He had kissed her fingertips as they stood before the massive electronic doors of the Los Angeles Airport. Her name was the only word that tumbled through his throat as she turned and walked into the building. Every thought, word, feeling that had raced through his mind during the long car ride vanished. He just stood there, still and silent, eternally kissing her fingertips amidst the never ending activity of the airport.
Ryan closes his eyes for a moment, hoping that a world without vision will expel the images of Theresa in his mind. He was wrong. Without having to see the world, his mind focused solely on her. Every bit of her. Every memory that Ryan ever had with Theresa seemed to collide into each other in a random jungle of pictures in his mind.
Suddenly he was six years old racing after her in his front yard. He was nine and helping her to memorize the 50 states of the country. He was twelve at the Jr. High Dance, leaning down to give her her first kiss. He was fourteen and begging her to skip class with him. He was fifteen and... Ouch! Something sharp pierces through his jeans and stabs his thigh. His hands roam the seat until he touches something cold and solid. Picking it up, he realizes it's a lily-shaped pendant. The one he gave Theresa.
"STOP THE CAR!" the words cannonball out of his mouth before he knows what he is asking. Kirsten, Sandy and Seth all look at him with their mouths in O-shapes. "Please. I can't let her go!" Still unable to control his words or his body, Ryan lunges forward and spins the steering wheel, causing the vehicle to lean in an awkward U-turn.
Closing his eyes Ryan's adrenaline surges through every artery and vein, as if his heart is pumping only that. Unconsciously, he bites his lip in anticipation of what he is about to do. I can't say good-bye, Theresa. I'm sorry.
"Bro, you know I tried this already. And it didn't exactly work." Seth says rationally to Ryan.
With a look of pure sincerity in his eyes, Ryan turns to Seth and says, "The difference is you tried to tell Anna not to go if she was going because of you-"The words are stuck in his throat. She IS leaving because of Ryan.
"You were saying?" Seth asks with a smile, patting Ryan on the back.
"Seth, shut up." Sandy scolds. "I'm not turning this car around again."
"You can't force him to go after her." Seth whines.
"The difference is," Ryan announces loudly. "I'm in love with her."
XXX
"Fuck." Theresa curses as she is told by a very perky, very made up, very obviously fake blonde stewardess- excuse me, flight attendant. Bored within the first two seconds of waiting at the gate. Theresa decides she can't take it and leaves the gate. Realizing that she is unable to leave this particular terminal, she damns the new strict post-911 airport rules. She begins to wander the terminal.
XXX
Stepping out of her best friend's Jeep, Marissa Cooper helps her best friend unload her luggage.
"Aw, Coop! We're going to New York!" Summer exclaims excitedly.
"Yeah, its going to be quite a trip." Marissa agrees though not quite as enthusiastically.
"C'mon, Coop! Smile! You, me, your mom's need to buy your love, your new stepdad's credit card. NYC here we come!" Summer throws her arms in the air in a display of love for shopping, especially shopping in the Big Apple.
She tosses the keys to Marcus, her father's secretary, who has been bored to tears in the backseat listening to Summer's list of clothes to buy and how good they would look on her. Happily, Marcus gets in the drivers seat and speeds away. Eager to tell his boss that the young Ms. Roberts and Ms. Cooper safely arrived at the Los Angeles Airport.