Ryan burst into tears.
He just could not handle it.
It was all too much.
Kirsten laid an arm around his shoulders, and cried as well.
Ryan just sat there, head in hands, and sobbed.
Probably for the first time since he was a child.
He needed to see her.
He needed to feel her.
He needed her to know something.
He needed her to understand.
He needed her to know what he was going to do next.
He just needed her.
Ryan was so overwhelmed, that's all he remembered feeling, then everything going black.
It was pitch black outside, and the palms were shivering as the night eventually grew cool.
Parties were raging, and people were eating, shopping, or taking longs walks upon the beach.
Or in some cases, skateboarding.
In fact, a lot of people were skateboarding at the pier, just after sunset.
And one boy was there, with his curly black hair, alongside a beautiful girl.
"Cohen," she said
"What's wrong now?"
Offering her arm as a consoled gesture around his neck.
He didn't say anything, he just looked onto the Horizon.
Looking rather bleak.
"Cohen!?" she exclaimed.
"Oh sorry Summer."
He said.
"I don't know, I mean, a year ago you didn't even know I existed. No one did. I was always just that skinny little sarcastic Jewish boy who ran the Comic Preservation Club, that no one knew existed. Only member."
He looked solemnly down towards his Converse 58' replica sneakers, and said,
"I mean, I was always the kid getting beat up, usually by Luke and the water Polo team.
That was all until Ryan came. He was my first real friend. Not to ditch me in a year. Or run away."
The two got up and walked towards the shops, sitting on a nearby bench, still hearing the waves clap against the jagged rocks.
Seth looked as if he were about to cry.
"And what do I have now? Ryan's gone. I mean, I lived next door to Marissa…"
"Coop…"
Summer mumbled looking worried.
" Next door to her all my life. And she never said anything to me, until Ryan came. I was just that little boy next door who had no friends and always got beat up. Now that he's gone I have no one."
Seth had never looked this way before, always happy, and funny, not sad and depressed.
"You have me, Cohen."
Summer said, laying her hand, and put her fingers within his.
But Seth just pulled away.
"Summer. Before Ryan came you had no idea I even existed. Ryan's gone now, so I guess I am supposed to go back to being that friendless, geek of a guy. And your supposed to go back to not having any clue what or who I am."
Seth got up and grabbed his board, heading down the road.
He was crying.
He never felt like this so defeated. So lonely.
The wind blew a gust, making Summer feel cold.
She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
She didn't know what was happening.
She screamed,
"Cohen!"
But he didn't come back. He was just riding his board down towards the boardwalk.
She thought she had lost him.
And Marissa too.
This completely overwhelmed her.
Completely.
She just sat on that bench and broke into tears.
Until the boarders had left, the parties dwindled into stale rooms, and people walking went home. So she decided to as well.
He just could not handle it.
It was all too much.
Kirsten laid an arm around his shoulders, and cried as well.
Ryan just sat there, head in hands, and sobbed.
Probably for the first time since he was a child.
He needed to see her.
He needed to feel her.
He needed her to know something.
He needed her to understand.
He needed her to know what he was going to do next.
He just needed her.
Ryan was so overwhelmed, that's all he remembered feeling, then everything going black.
It was pitch black outside, and the palms were shivering as the night eventually grew cool.
Parties were raging, and people were eating, shopping, or taking longs walks upon the beach.
Or in some cases, skateboarding.
In fact, a lot of people were skateboarding at the pier, just after sunset.
And one boy was there, with his curly black hair, alongside a beautiful girl.
"Cohen," she said
"What's wrong now?"
Offering her arm as a consoled gesture around his neck.
He didn't say anything, he just looked onto the Horizon.
Looking rather bleak.
"Cohen!?" she exclaimed.
"Oh sorry Summer."
He said.
"I don't know, I mean, a year ago you didn't even know I existed. No one did. I was always just that skinny little sarcastic Jewish boy who ran the Comic Preservation Club, that no one knew existed. Only member."
He looked solemnly down towards his Converse 58' replica sneakers, and said,
"I mean, I was always the kid getting beat up, usually by Luke and the water Polo team.
That was all until Ryan came. He was my first real friend. Not to ditch me in a year. Or run away."
The two got up and walked towards the shops, sitting on a nearby bench, still hearing the waves clap against the jagged rocks.
Seth looked as if he were about to cry.
"And what do I have now? Ryan's gone. I mean, I lived next door to Marissa…"
"Coop…"
Summer mumbled looking worried.
" Next door to her all my life. And she never said anything to me, until Ryan came. I was just that little boy next door who had no friends and always got beat up. Now that he's gone I have no one."
Seth had never looked this way before, always happy, and funny, not sad and depressed.
"You have me, Cohen."
Summer said, laying her hand, and put her fingers within his.
But Seth just pulled away.
"Summer. Before Ryan came you had no idea I even existed. Ryan's gone now, so I guess I am supposed to go back to being that friendless, geek of a guy. And your supposed to go back to not having any clue what or who I am."
Seth got up and grabbed his board, heading down the road.
He was crying.
He never felt like this so defeated. So lonely.
The wind blew a gust, making Summer feel cold.
She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
She didn't know what was happening.
She screamed,
"Cohen!"
But he didn't come back. He was just riding his board down towards the boardwalk.
She thought she had lost him.
And Marissa too.
This completely overwhelmed her.
Completely.
She just sat on that bench and broke into tears.
Until the boarders had left, the parties dwindled into stale rooms, and people walking went home. So she decided to as well.