Author's Note: Just in case you didn't get it- the last scene of the last chapter was SETH. Theresa was in his room- hanging out, waiting for Ryan. Okay, this chapter. The song is Somewhere from the musical West Side Story. But more importantly: Confrontation. YES! FINALLY! Confrontation.
This is the only chapter I've named. "Somewhere (like the bathroom)".
Warnings for not-so-explicit sexual content.

Theresa sat in Sandy's office, across the hall from Seth's room where she had been previously waiting, and waited some more. Though she knew she was sticking to the plan that she herself, along with help from Kirsten, had devised. But it was killing her to know that Ryan was only a few feet away, probably naked or changing, like Seth was, at that very moment. Visions of Ryan's body immersed themselves before her coffee colored eyes and suddenly, she felt a flush of warmth run through her blood.

She waited some more, checking the clock periodically, and listening as the rest of the household prepared itself for the party to come. Boredom reared its ugly head again, but along with it came the floating spirit of anticipation. Checking the clock yet again, she realized that it would be another half an hour or so before the guests all settled and it would be time for her to show up.

Looking around the room she realized that this was probably the room that had been set aside in case the Cohen's had another a child. A child that was a car-stealing Chino "deliquent" that couldn't be trusted in their own home. If Ryan had been a good kid, they probably would have turned this room into his bedroom. But instead it was stacked with law books and law books and well, more law books.

Peeking its way through the many many law books was the familiar maroon cover of The Da Vinci Code. Everyone had told her to read it, that it would alter her faith, but she never had the free time. Well, this was a good a time as any. She picked it up and began to read. Patiently waiting for Kirsten to tell her it was time for her performance.

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As the sky was covered in darkness, the Cohen home was flooded with Newport socitey. Kirsten, looking stunning a Roberto Cavalli summer dress, walked through her own backyard with much difficulty. Asides from the painful straps on her Ferragamos, it was the dozens of people, smiling, greeting her, hauling her into conversations, that prevented her from heading to her destination- the pool house.

When she finally got there, she was face to face with a clean, sweet smelling Ryan. He smiled as she walked in the door, respectfully pulling the earphones out.

"Sorry. I'm tired." he explained why he wasn't at the party. She understood him and in any other situation would have let the boy rest by himself. But this wasn't a normal situation.

"Ryan, why don't you just go out for a bit. It's past eight, just hang around for a bit. Have a drink." She couldn't believe that she was offering the seventeen year old boy a drink and neither could he. But for the past weeks, since he returned to the Cohen home, he'd been craving a beer or anything else alcoholic. To his own fault, he was too respectful of the Cohens to go against their wishes and drink.

So now, he followed Kirsten out the door and to the bar, where he sipped his Vodka Seven slowly. Kirsten, with a drink of her own, stood by him for a moment, her eyes drifting towards the small stage that had been set up for the live band that she had hired. Just then the lead singer announced a special guest. Kirsten turned to Ryan, waiting impatiently for his face to change from stone to surprise. On the stage a familiar looking dark haired girl in an asymetrical gray top and matching mini skirt took the stage, Ryan's face didn't change.

He stared harder and harder, Kirsten followed his gaze to the girl, but knew that he still didn't recognize her. Maybe it was the make up, in the past few months he had only seen her in times when she looked like crap. As the band began to play, Kirsten noticed a movement in Ryan's throat. He swallowed again. His jaw tightened.

On the stage, the girl began to sing.

"There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us..."

Pure shock flushed through Ryan's face, his drink slipped from his hand and shattered glass overtook the ground on which they stood. Kirsten knew he would, as Theresa said, freak out. But she had at least expected him to smile. This Ryan's face was still in stony shock. He turned and ran. Not even waiting for Theresa to finish her song.

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In the bathroom, he bent over the sink and splashed water on his face. Delicately dabbing it with the nearest hand towel. Even after the cold water on his face, he still couldn't grasp what he had just seen. It had been Theresa there, on the stage, singing. He didn't understand. Confusion and shock filtered through him, but sense got in their way. He had been longing to see her, wanting to see her, wishing to see her again. And now his wish had come true. It was just so unbelievable. It was just too unbelievable.

I wonder why she's here. That thought passed through his mind over a dozen times, modest as always he couldn't admit to himself that he knew the reason she came back. He was the reason. Regardless, he needed to hear it from her own lips. In her own words. In the sweet sexy voice he had just heard singing.

His mind made up, he straightened his shirt and opened the bathroom door, only to end up bumping into someone who was waiting to use the bathroom. "Theresa...?" her name hung heavy in his mouth. Looking into her dark eyes, all his thoughts were confirmed. She was there to see him. There was a longing in her. There was wanting. She didn't bother to answer him. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the hallway, the brightness of the bathroom lights shone blindingly. As he leaned against the doorframe, he oozed with sex appeal. She wanted to tell him that she came to see him, she had missed him, she still wanted him. But instead she brought her face to meet his and covered his lips with her own.

For endless moments they just stood against the doorframe, the wood digging into his back as she leaned against his body. She kissed him hungrily and he gave her everything he could to satisfy her. Their lips met over and over again in a dance of passion, their tongues fighting one another, their torsos pushed against each other. Oddly enough, they weren't pawing at each other. Each had their hands on the other's face instead of roaming their bodies.

Click. Click. Click. High heels sounded on the marble floor. Oh shit. Ryan panicked, he didn't want to be caught doing this. He wasn't embarrassed of being with Theresa, he was just embarrassed by Newport society. Pulling away from her for a moment, Ryan stepped into the bathroom taking Theresa with him as he instinctively wrapped his arm around their waist. Behind the door, the room gave them privacy to do whatever they wanted. For a split second, they just stood there, staring into each others' eyes. Registering the wants and needs of the other from the look in their eyes. Ryan could see that her eyes reflected his own feelings. Theresa was vulnerable and soft and brimming with passion and flushed with desire.

He obeyed the commands he saw in her eyes and began kissing her again. He pushed her body against the wall and devoured her mouth, he felt her reciprocate the roughness as her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. His face pressed against hers, his nose flattening against hers. His hands began to tug at her shirt, placing one beneath the soft fabric he carressed the delicate smoothness of her belly, then rising to the more sensitive parts of her anatomy. Her hands busied themselves with ripping the buttons of his shirt, tearing it open to massage the muscles of his chest and stomach. She loved the feel of him beneath her fingers. At the same time, his other hand found its way to her hip, holding her steady as she shuddered from the feel of his warm hands on her breasts. Stroking her thigh, he lifter her right leg. Willingly, she wrapped it around him and pulled him even closer to her.

With her leg encircling his waist, the front of her skirt began to bunch at the waist. Ryan leaned in even closer, the front of his pants now rubbing against her. Their lips finally broke contact and she could soon feel his hot breath against her neck. Her breath was ragged, her head leaned back, her eyes focused on the lights streaming from the fixture overhead. Tracing his lips on the hollow of her neck, she shuddered again, the movement arousing him even more. She felt him stiffen against her and his mouth began to form words on her skin.

I've been dreaming of you. You don't know how long I've wanted this. I'm so happy that we're finally together again.

She froze. Her eyes flying wide open, her body stiffening. Looking ahead of her, she saw directly into her own eyes. The mirror revealed two people full of lust and desperation.

"I don't want this." Her voice was small and frightened. His hands continued to glide across her body.

"What?" The sound of his voice bounced agains the soft flesh of her chest.

"I don't want this." She repeated, her breath still ragged, but her voice more firm. "No. Ryan." Immediately, she wanted to take back the harshness of her tone. In the brief moment before he pulled himself off her, she felt his body tense against hers.

Alone against the wall, Theresa quickly straightened her clothes. All the while ranting to herself. "I can't believe this. I didn't come here for this. Okay, I wanted this. But no this this. Not like this. We're so much more than this. Why couldn't we talk? Why don't I have self control." She continued mumbling the same sort of phrases as she ran her fingers through the waves of her hair, desperately trying to look presentable.

She stopped talking when she heard Ryan's hand slap across the sink. Looking up, she saw her flushed face in the mirror just before she turned to the blue eyed boy. His eyes weren't the dancing blue they were when they made eye contact during her song. They weren't the fierce blue as he looked at her with desire. They were navy almost black with shame.

"I'm sorry." It was more than an apology. "I shouldn't have. I never wanted to- This isn't- Didn't want to take advantage of you." He hung his head down.

"Oh Ryan," she took a step towards her, placing a hand on his warm cheek. Immediately, he had the urge to grab her and kiss the sense out of her. But he couldn't move. "I came here to see you, because... Because you're you. And I'm me. And we need to talk. I want to hear everything you have to say about me. You have to talk to me Ryan. Before we can... Before this..." She lowered her eyes. "can happen."

He looked up at her, knowing that everything she had just said was the honest truth. The two of them should have known better than to fall into a mad fury of passion. If they learned anything from their past it should have been that. But sometimes, just feeling her breath on his skin sent shivers through him. He couldn't help it. Now, he wanted to continue on- but he couldn't. Instead, he leaned against the sink, shirt still open, cheeks still tainted red. And watched as she turned and left. He knew she needed time to herself.

It was hard for him not to chase after her. But then again, he was hard too.