A/N- Hey, sorry I haven't been writing so much...We have proficiency test
things this year so homework has been MAJOR! But I'll always find time to
write for my adoring fans...lol ya right! Anyway, If you review I'll write.
O ya and I AM KIND OF HATING RYAN RIGHT NOW! I KNOW HE'S THE HOTTEST GUY
IN THE UNIVERSE BUT HE'S BEING STUPID! Okay, all better. And hi Margo! (
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Marissa and Ryan lounged by the pool in silence for a while, enjoying each others company, and getting more of a tan on their already-bronze bodies.
After a while, Sandy pulled into the driveway. Marissa didn't mind at first, but then she realized that her shirt was pretty much see-through. She quickly switched to Ryan's chair so he would cover her up. Obviously, he didn't mind.
Sandy walked past the teens. "Yo Romeo," he said breezily. Ryan gave him a look as he walked by, but he didn't seem to notice.
Marissa sighed. "I better go, it's getting late," she said reluctantly.
"Do you need a ride to your dad's?" Ryan asked.
"Sure, that'd be great." She'd take any excuse to spend 5 more minutes with him, even though she couldn't touch him on account of him driving. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
She went inside the pool house to change. Ryan, being dry, hopped into the car. Marissa followed soon after. She looked stunning. "I don't get how she can hope out of the pool and look like she does," Ryan thought to himself. This fact amazed him every time he saw her, he just couldn't get used to it.
On the way to Jimmy's apartment, they played one-or-the-other, a game they had made up before they had started dating. One of them would say 2 things, and the other would pick the fist one that they thought of.
"Looks or personality" (Ryan)
"Personality, friends or family" (Marissa)
"Friends, Phone or IM" (Ryan)
"Phone, Marissa or Theresa" (Marissa)
"Marissa." He replied. She smiled. No matter what he said there was still the little voice in the back of her mind saying "They grew up together, they have a history, she's so pretty," and that is what possessed her to say things like that. But Marissa was always the thing on Ryan's mind, and he loved her, so it was only natural to say her name.
"Ryan?" she asked. He looked at her. "Are you going to talk to her again?" she whispered.
He considered this for a moment. "I guess so. I should probably wrap things up. She obviously has something to say to me." He replied. Marissa still seemed unsure. "Marissa!" he wined. "You know that I love you, and some other chick isn't gonna change that," he said, kissing the back of her hand. She seemed satisfied. "Now I don't want you ever thinking that I'm going to leave you. Understand?" He said in a serious voice.
"Yes sir," she said with a salute. She knew that little voice would probably stay around for a while, but now she could say "Shut the hell up," right back.
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After he had dropped Marissa off, Ryan drove to Chino, his former home, to talk to Theresa. He knew if he didn't do it now he would put it off, and Marissa would get upset.
He drove down the familiar route, one that he had driven down a million times at midnight. He cringed, a wave of guilt sweeping over him. Sex had been just a past time. Now he felt guilty, wishing that Marissa could have been his fist time, so it could have been special.
He pulled into the driveway, once he saw that she was home. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by the familiar face.
"Ryan!" she gasped. "Um-ya-well, hi! Come in!" she waved him in with her hand. He walked inside, feeling rather awkward. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Um, well, I was thinking we could just-well-talk and clear some stuff up," he shrugged.
"Okay, well, I'll go first," she stated. She took a deep breath and began. "Well, I know you have your whole new great life with your great house and great family and great clothes great car, and great girlfriend. But I never get to see you, and it's seriously tearing me up inside. And I still have feelings for you!" she said in a rush.
Ryan's face went blank. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open, trying to process what he just heard. Theresa's face was expressing some kind of pain and relief at the same time.
"OH, WHAT THE HELL!" Theresa screamed. She ran up to wear he was sitting on the bed, shoved him down...
And she kissed him. (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(
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A/N- DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhangers are fun to write! They keep you reading! Hee hee *evil* I know. Anyway, keep reviewing and reading, and I'll keep writing!
Mrs. McKenzie
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Marissa and Ryan lounged by the pool in silence for a while, enjoying each others company, and getting more of a tan on their already-bronze bodies.
After a while, Sandy pulled into the driveway. Marissa didn't mind at first, but then she realized that her shirt was pretty much see-through. She quickly switched to Ryan's chair so he would cover her up. Obviously, he didn't mind.
Sandy walked past the teens. "Yo Romeo," he said breezily. Ryan gave him a look as he walked by, but he didn't seem to notice.
Marissa sighed. "I better go, it's getting late," she said reluctantly.
"Do you need a ride to your dad's?" Ryan asked.
"Sure, that'd be great." She'd take any excuse to spend 5 more minutes with him, even though she couldn't touch him on account of him driving. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
She went inside the pool house to change. Ryan, being dry, hopped into the car. Marissa followed soon after. She looked stunning. "I don't get how she can hope out of the pool and look like she does," Ryan thought to himself. This fact amazed him every time he saw her, he just couldn't get used to it.
On the way to Jimmy's apartment, they played one-or-the-other, a game they had made up before they had started dating. One of them would say 2 things, and the other would pick the fist one that they thought of.
"Looks or personality" (Ryan)
"Personality, friends or family" (Marissa)
"Friends, Phone or IM" (Ryan)
"Phone, Marissa or Theresa" (Marissa)
"Marissa." He replied. She smiled. No matter what he said there was still the little voice in the back of her mind saying "They grew up together, they have a history, she's so pretty," and that is what possessed her to say things like that. But Marissa was always the thing on Ryan's mind, and he loved her, so it was only natural to say her name.
"Ryan?" she asked. He looked at her. "Are you going to talk to her again?" she whispered.
He considered this for a moment. "I guess so. I should probably wrap things up. She obviously has something to say to me." He replied. Marissa still seemed unsure. "Marissa!" he wined. "You know that I love you, and some other chick isn't gonna change that," he said, kissing the back of her hand. She seemed satisfied. "Now I don't want you ever thinking that I'm going to leave you. Understand?" He said in a serious voice.
"Yes sir," she said with a salute. She knew that little voice would probably stay around for a while, but now she could say "Shut the hell up," right back.
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After he had dropped Marissa off, Ryan drove to Chino, his former home, to talk to Theresa. He knew if he didn't do it now he would put it off, and Marissa would get upset.
He drove down the familiar route, one that he had driven down a million times at midnight. He cringed, a wave of guilt sweeping over him. Sex had been just a past time. Now he felt guilty, wishing that Marissa could have been his fist time, so it could have been special.
He pulled into the driveway, once he saw that she was home. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by the familiar face.
"Ryan!" she gasped. "Um-ya-well, hi! Come in!" she waved him in with her hand. He walked inside, feeling rather awkward. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Um, well, I was thinking we could just-well-talk and clear some stuff up," he shrugged.
"Okay, well, I'll go first," she stated. She took a deep breath and began. "Well, I know you have your whole new great life with your great house and great family and great clothes great car, and great girlfriend. But I never get to see you, and it's seriously tearing me up inside. And I still have feelings for you!" she said in a rush.
Ryan's face went blank. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open, trying to process what he just heard. Theresa's face was expressing some kind of pain and relief at the same time.
"OH, WHAT THE HELL!" Theresa screamed. She ran up to wear he was sitting on the bed, shoved him down...
And she kissed him. (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(
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A/N- DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhangers are fun to write! They keep you reading! Hee hee *evil* I know. Anyway, keep reviewing and reading, and I'll keep writing!
Mrs. McKenzie