Theresa finally decided on coffee. It had been a long day. It had been a
long two days. With everything she went through in the past forty eight
hours, she could write a book. But right now, she didn't have the energy
to. She needed caffeine. Looking around for a coffee shop she finally
decides on the cute little seemingly French café. A good cup of coffee and
maybe a French crepe or something sounded just perfect.
XXX
"Seth, hurry up!" Ryan calls out over his shoulder as he dashes between the many people at the LA Airport. Seth, who had insisted on coming with Ryan for moral support, chased after him with a complete lack of speed. For someone whose lungs suffered from constant attack of cigarette smoke, Ryan had an unbelievable capability to run.
As his legs race through the enormous airport, his mind is somewhere else completely. While he climbs the stairs to the Departure area, his mind tells him he is climbing the stairs of Theresa's house. His legs bump against a wooden bench and his mind bring him back to a night they spent on a park bench together. Turning sharply through a doorway, his mind tells him its the entrance to his kitchen where she often surprised him with cupcakes and kisses.
Then suddenly, he stops. He stands in a sea of people, different ages, faces, hair colors, eyes colors and he realizes he doesn't know where to go from there. He won't be allowed towards the gates. What more can he do? Search every woman in this swarm to find the one he loves. He'll do it.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath to prepare himself for the massive task ahead of him. But before he cam even open his eyes again, arms are flung around his neck and a female body presses up against his. He is smiling inside, he hadn't needed to find her, she found him. Holding her tenderly, Ryan inhales the comforting scent of her hair. Theresa never failed to smell like- watermelon? What the fuck? This isn't Theresa. Ryan's eyes widen in disbelief and confusion.
Through the continuous buzz of the crowd's conversations, he hears Seth's lone voice.
"Marissa?"
XXX
After a few minutes of sprinting, Seth finally gave up on maintaining speed with Ryan. He lagged further and further behind, until he did his best at a hurried walk. But while he not so gracefully pushed his way through the crown, a constant following of "Ouch" and "Watch it" followed him. As he entered the Departure area, he caught site of Ryan stop his fluid movement. He saw Ryan stay still. He saw a girl with blonde-brown hair wrap herself around Ryan.
"What the hell? Coop!" a familiar female voice rang out behind him.
"Marissa?!" Seth yelped in shock, realizing who the girl attached to Ryan was.
"Cohen??" Summer gasped.
"Su- Sum- Summer?" Seth stammered. Turning around to look at the small brunette. All thoughts that related to Ryan and Theresa fled from his brain. "What- What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to get Coop off of Chino so we make our flight to New York on time," she explained quietly.
"You're going to New York?"
"Yeah," her voice had lowered a few notches. She was barely above a whisper.
"Oh."
"But," she added carefully, watching Seth's expression. His eyes had gone from disappointed to hopeful with that single word. "I'll be back soon." Her lips twitched, almost smiling but never accomplishing the feat. Seth on the other hand, stood emotionless for a split second before breaking into a wide smile.
"Great. I'll see you, then?" his voice was both joyous and full of hope. Summer's heart twisted in her chest. She had been longing to see him for so long. And now, they were finally face to face by pure luck and she was leaving. Thinking of the short itinerary of her New York trip, Summer sighed in relief. She'd be home within days.
"Definitely."
XXX
Once Ryan realized it was Marissa in his arms and not Theresa he violently pushed her off. He hadn't meant to, but it seemed like one sick joke to him and bile crept into his throat. What the fuck was Marissa doing here?
"Ryan, what's going on?" Marissa asked, her big brown eyes conveyed nothing but hurt at the action Ryan had just taken against her. "Did Summer tell you to come? 'Cause I swear, I didn't tell her to make you come here. Maybe she was just excited about New York-"
"New York? What?" Ryan was completely befuddled. Marissa looked into his eyes and she went from overjoyed about seeing the so-called love of her life standing at the airport supposedly looking for her to completely crushed in realization that it was not her he was looking for.
"You really don't know, do you?" she said in realization. "Who are you here for then?"
Simply, directly and honestly he told her: Theresa. Two blinks of her big brown eyes later and tears dribbled down her concealer and blush. She turned and ran.
XXX
Theresa was sitting pleasantly eating her croissant while the confrontations occurred. However, as she brought the coffee cup to her lips her eyes caught sight of a familiar dark jacket topped with a familiar head of dark blonde hair. Ryan? She thought to herself. Was she dreaming yet again? No, because her dream wouldn't be face to face with Marissa Cooper. Tremors of shock flooded through Theresa's body. In seconds the sound of smashed china and splashing coffee filled the café.
XXX
"Seth, hurry up!" Ryan calls out over his shoulder as he dashes between the many people at the LA Airport. Seth, who had insisted on coming with Ryan for moral support, chased after him with a complete lack of speed. For someone whose lungs suffered from constant attack of cigarette smoke, Ryan had an unbelievable capability to run.
As his legs race through the enormous airport, his mind is somewhere else completely. While he climbs the stairs to the Departure area, his mind tells him he is climbing the stairs of Theresa's house. His legs bump against a wooden bench and his mind bring him back to a night they spent on a park bench together. Turning sharply through a doorway, his mind tells him its the entrance to his kitchen where she often surprised him with cupcakes and kisses.
Then suddenly, he stops. He stands in a sea of people, different ages, faces, hair colors, eyes colors and he realizes he doesn't know where to go from there. He won't be allowed towards the gates. What more can he do? Search every woman in this swarm to find the one he loves. He'll do it.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath to prepare himself for the massive task ahead of him. But before he cam even open his eyes again, arms are flung around his neck and a female body presses up against his. He is smiling inside, he hadn't needed to find her, she found him. Holding her tenderly, Ryan inhales the comforting scent of her hair. Theresa never failed to smell like- watermelon? What the fuck? This isn't Theresa. Ryan's eyes widen in disbelief and confusion.
Through the continuous buzz of the crowd's conversations, he hears Seth's lone voice.
"Marissa?"
XXX
After a few minutes of sprinting, Seth finally gave up on maintaining speed with Ryan. He lagged further and further behind, until he did his best at a hurried walk. But while he not so gracefully pushed his way through the crown, a constant following of "Ouch" and "Watch it" followed him. As he entered the Departure area, he caught site of Ryan stop his fluid movement. He saw Ryan stay still. He saw a girl with blonde-brown hair wrap herself around Ryan.
"What the hell? Coop!" a familiar female voice rang out behind him.
"Marissa?!" Seth yelped in shock, realizing who the girl attached to Ryan was.
"Cohen??" Summer gasped.
"Su- Sum- Summer?" Seth stammered. Turning around to look at the small brunette. All thoughts that related to Ryan and Theresa fled from his brain. "What- What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to get Coop off of Chino so we make our flight to New York on time," she explained quietly.
"You're going to New York?"
"Yeah," her voice had lowered a few notches. She was barely above a whisper.
"Oh."
"But," she added carefully, watching Seth's expression. His eyes had gone from disappointed to hopeful with that single word. "I'll be back soon." Her lips twitched, almost smiling but never accomplishing the feat. Seth on the other hand, stood emotionless for a split second before breaking into a wide smile.
"Great. I'll see you, then?" his voice was both joyous and full of hope. Summer's heart twisted in her chest. She had been longing to see him for so long. And now, they were finally face to face by pure luck and she was leaving. Thinking of the short itinerary of her New York trip, Summer sighed in relief. She'd be home within days.
"Definitely."
XXX
Once Ryan realized it was Marissa in his arms and not Theresa he violently pushed her off. He hadn't meant to, but it seemed like one sick joke to him and bile crept into his throat. What the fuck was Marissa doing here?
"Ryan, what's going on?" Marissa asked, her big brown eyes conveyed nothing but hurt at the action Ryan had just taken against her. "Did Summer tell you to come? 'Cause I swear, I didn't tell her to make you come here. Maybe she was just excited about New York-"
"New York? What?" Ryan was completely befuddled. Marissa looked into his eyes and she went from overjoyed about seeing the so-called love of her life standing at the airport supposedly looking for her to completely crushed in realization that it was not her he was looking for.
"You really don't know, do you?" she said in realization. "Who are you here for then?"
Simply, directly and honestly he told her: Theresa. Two blinks of her big brown eyes later and tears dribbled down her concealer and blush. She turned and ran.
XXX
Theresa was sitting pleasantly eating her croissant while the confrontations occurred. However, as she brought the coffee cup to her lips her eyes caught sight of a familiar dark jacket topped with a familiar head of dark blonde hair. Ryan? She thought to herself. Was she dreaming yet again? No, because her dream wouldn't be face to face with Marissa Cooper. Tremors of shock flooded through Theresa's body. In seconds the sound of smashed china and splashing coffee filled the café.