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Ryan stared after Marissa in shock. He wasn't really sure what had happened tonight. Everything had gone the way he hoped it would. The type of reunion, the one where they begged him to come home and finally Sandy called and said that this was ridiculous and he couldn't go back to chino, and because he was Ryan's guardian he would have to listen. Sure he would fake a fight, but he would go and everything would go back to normal. All that dreaming, whenever Teresa and him fought, or when he had to work for eight or ten hours at a manual labor job, well all that dreaming had been wasted. This was not going well at all. He finally decided he had to make it right.
"Marissa," he whispered quietly making his way blindly through the dark hotel room. "What's going on? Come back to bed!"
"No," Marissa answered and then Ryan heard a sob escape from her mouth. He fumbled around a little bit and finally found the light switch. Marissa was sitting on the floor crumpled up in a ball crying. Ryan went and sat down next to her, wrapping her in a giant hug.
"Marissa?" he whispered and she tried to shrug away again. "Listen I'll take the couch, you can have the bed,"
"No, no, it's okay," Marissa said and crawled up to the couch. Ryan shook his head; he wasn't going to let Marissa suffer on a trip that was supposed to make her feel better. He picked her up and in the same fashion he had used to carry her in Mexico and carried her towards the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, and tucked her in, and when he was almost sure she was just about asleep her kissed her forehead and headed to sleep on the couch. He was pretty use to sleeping on a couch by now; after all it was either that or sleeping with Teresa in Chino. And well, sleeping in the same bed as Teresa was pretty much out of the question. Not to say that she hadn't tried to change that. He was just about to close the door when Marissa spoke, causing Ryan to jump in surprise. "Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"You know what?"
"Uh No,"
"You make it really hard to hate you some times. You can share the bed with me,"
"No, it's okay Marissa" Ryan said feeling caught in an uncomfortable situation. He wanted to crawl into the bed with Marissa, and just sleep next to her, for it to be like old times, but he knew that he couldn't.
"Ryan," Marissa said, "just come on. I mean we did it on the way to Mexico and nothing happened. Right?" she raised her eyebrow before realizing that Ryan couldn't see her.
"Yeah, I guess," Ryan said and took a tentative step towards the bed.
"Come on Ry," she said and he was surprised at the nickname. But he let it slide he figured that she was just tired. A quick glance at the clock told him it was almost two a.m. He was surprised that he and Marissa weren't passed out asleep at least an hour ago. He finally just out of impulse climbed into the bed. He decided that if Marissa was pissed at him tomorrow he would take the couch. But he wasn't going to say no to a better night sleep. He figured he deserved it.
Ryan woke up the next morning to find Marissa and him snuggled up together. For a second he forgot where he was and he figured that he had to be in the pool house. He leaned over and kissed Marissa on the forehead. She stirred quietly and he hoped to wake her up and get her out before Seth, or worse Sandy and Kirsten walked in.
"Rissa?" He asked and he saw her smile. He finally looked around and was surprised to find himself not in the pool house but in a fancy hotel room. Everything came flooding back to him, and he wondered why after waking up morning after morning thinking that he had fallen asleep playing video games on the couch at the Cohen's, only to find himself at Teresa's. He wondered why he couldn't accept the fact that he moved back.
"Ryan?" Marissa asked jolting him out of his thoughts. "I had the weirdest end to my dream, I thought that we were back in the pool house and you kissed me to wake me up, the way you use to. And I did, but then oddly enough I really woke up," Ryan shrugs embarrassed, he tries to hide it by getting out of bed quickly. It would be weird to tell Marissa what had actually happened. It would make things even more uncomfortable for them.
"Do you want the shower first?" he asks quietly as he collects the clothes he wants to wear today. Marissa shakes her head and snuggles further under the covers. She wonders if she can will herself back to the pool house. She doubts it, but she has to try. It's always better there.
Marissa remembers when she use to wake up with Ryan in the pool house during the school year. They would wake up and Ryan would sneak Marissa breakfast before they would head off to school together, usually with Seth and Summer. Life had seemed predictable and safe, the way Marissa liked it. But then with the whole Oliver thing, everything had turned upside down and then just when it was back to being semi-normal, Teresa had come and ruined it. Okay, so she couldn't only blame Teresa and Oliver, maybe she was blame too. But Marissa had a hard time admitting that. She lived in denial, something that drinking alcohol really helped. Mostly the reason she had gone back to drinking was to be in denial. It helped her forget about her problems. Marissa snuggled even further down in the blankets and thought of nothing but focusing on her breathing, it was a trick she wasn't sure where she had picked up. But it always helped calm her down and think "happy thoughts", most of the time.
Ryan came out of the shower and smiled tentatively at Marissa. He wasn't sure what had happened last night. He wasn't really sure where they stood. Marissa climbed out of bed and headed towards the shower, she was feeling kind of nervous being around Ryan. Ryan just nodded and headed towards the living room to watch TV. He was just about to settle in and wait for Marissa to be done when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Ryan asked wondering who was calling him. Seth and Summer usually slept late, so he was pretty sure that it wasn't them.
"Ryan?" a voice he barley recognized sobbed. "Ryan,"
"Teresa?" he asked confused
"The baby," she sobbed and Ryan snapped out of it and sat up straighter. What could be wrong with his baby. Or at least he hoped it was his baby, he still wasn't sure what he would do if it was Eddie's. What Teresa would do if it was Eddies, kind of scared him. But he wasn't going to think about that.
"What's wrong?" Ryan said quickly, shaking off the thoughts. But Teresa didn't answer she just cried. If Ryan could see her, slumped down against the wall crying he could probably guess what was wrong. But he couldn't of course, so he could only imagine. "Teresa?" he asked in a soothing voice
"I...I...." Teresa stuttered finally spitting it out "miscarried" she finally wailed. Ryan took a deep intake of breath. He felt like crying or screaming at the time he wasn't quite sure. He knew that it was wrong but he couldn't help but be kind of angry with Teresa. He knew it wasn't really her fault. But he couldn't help thinking that if Teresa had been more careful this never would have happened. Ryan shook the thought away and tried to focus on the situation at hand.
"Oh my god," Ryan finally breathed and sighed loudly. This trip was a bad idea, he should have known that.
"Can you come home?" Teresa whispered and Ryan felt the word echo around in his head. Home, where was home? Ryan nodded tentatively before he realized that she couldn't see him.
"Yeah," sighed Ryan and said good-bye and hung up. He wasn't sure what to do, he decided to wait until Marissa came in to talk to her. Ryan stared at the blank TV screen and felt like screaming. His hands clenched in fists, his eyes intense as he stared straight ahead. He had given everything up for this baby, and now it was gone. This wasn't something he had counted on, planned on, prepared for. Ryan was at a loss for what to do. He felt like his world was crashing down all around him, and there was nothing he could do.
"Hey," Marissa said coming in as she towel dried her hair. "Who was on the phone?" Marissa asked
"Teresa," Ryan said quietly
"Oh, what did she want?" Marissa asked nonchalantly
"She..." Ryan wasn't really sure he could say it, let alone believe it. "Miscarried," he finally spit out, in a similar fashion to the way Teresa had just told him what had happened minutes ago.
"Oh Ryan, I'm so sorry," Marissa said and she actually looked it, she went over and gave Ryan an awkward hug.
"Yeah, um, she wants me to come there,"
"When?" Marissa asked feeling dread wash over her.
"Soon,"
"Oh, um okay," Marissa, said sadly "Your return tickets in my bag just call the airline and exchange it. I'm going to go..." Marissa said and slowly backed out of the room, unsure of what to do. Marissa's heart was breaking, but she wasn't going to let Ryan see that. This trip was going to be perfect, Marissa thought as she headed towards the elevators. She figured that she could go and hang out with Seth and Summer, and they would let her but Marissa knew when she wasn't wanted. So Marissa headed to the place she knew, that with her fake ID and tons of cash, she would always be welcome, the bar. She knew that Ryan would be upset if he knew and well at this point she really didn't care. That bastard had broken her heart not once or even twice, but more times then she could count. Marissa decided that she wasn't going to let him get to her again, even if it was only about 10 am. Marissa walked out into the hot sunshine and headed to the hotel next-door's bar.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked
"A shot of vodka, straight," Marissa said finally
"Can I see your ID please?"
"Sure," Marissa said and handed it over. The guy quickly glanced at it quickly, nodded and got her the drink. Marissa drank it in silence, and then drank another, and another, and another until finally she was so drunk she wasn't quite sure where she was. She wasn't quite sure who she was, to be truthful.
Meanwhile back in their hotel room, Ryan was in a panic. He had done everything Marissa had told him to do, had talked to Seth and explained it all to him. He was just about ready to go, his taxi had been called, and everything. But he couldn't find Marissa to say good-bye, in fact no one could. Summer, Seth and him had been searching ever since he had found out that she hadn't gone up to Seth and Summer's room as he had predicted. The taxi was bound to arrive any minute and Ryan felt torn. He knew he had to go back to Chino, but he wasn't sure what to do about Marissa. He couldn't just leave her here, wherever she was, because he loved her. More then he had ever loved anyone before. Certainly more then he loved Teresa, even if Marissa was kind of messed up.
Ryan headed outside in a vain attempt to spot her. The taxi he called pulled up. Ryan was stuck, if he was going to make his flight then he had to go, but what to do about Marissa. Seth came out of the hotel followed closely by Summer, they came and stood next to him.
"Hey," Summer said and put her hand on Ryan's shoulder. He knew that in her odd way this was meant to comfort him.
"Hey,"
"You can leave man, I'm sure we'll find her. We'll call and leave a message when we do, you should probably go," Seth said and Ryan nodded. He understood what Seth was saying, and realized it was probably the right thing to do, but he wasn't sure if that's what he wanted to do. After all Teresa had her mother and brother's around her. Marissa had...well except for sethandsummer who were too wrapped up in one another, she had basically no one. Ryan felt that for some reason he should stay here.
"Actually, I was thinking I'm going to stay," Ryan said and shocked even himself. "Would you do me a favor and call the airline and cancel my flight, also call Teresa and tell her I'll be there as soon as I can?"
"Yeah sure, come on Cohen," Summer said and the two of them started to head inside. But Summer came back two seconds later and whispered something in Ryan's ear. "find her, please?" and then she bounded off towards Seth. Ryan nodded to no one in particular. He was going to find Marissa if it's the last thing he did. Ryan's wasn't quite sure where to look, but if learned anything about Marissa, it's what she does when she's got problems. He learned that in Mexico, although he doesn't think that it will come to suicide this time. He runs off inside in search of a bar.
It takes a while to find, but Ryan doesn't feel like asking where it is. He knows that if he does people will be suspicious, after all he is underage. He scans the dark room and feels like screaming in frustration when he doesn't see her. He go up to a man and nonchalantly asks if there's another bar in the hotel.
"Nah," the man says, "but they have a great bar in the hotel next door." Ryan's surprised to hear that they have so many bars, in Disney World nonetheless, but he still doesn't understand anything about the rich way of life anyways. Ryan nods and runs out of the hotel. He's got to find her before he's too late.
Ryan was worried that Marissa would get drunk and do something that she would regret later. Then the guilt would fall on him. It wasn't meant to he knew, but for some reason Ryan always felt guilty when Marissa was concerned. Teresa, well she was a different story, she could be knocked around quite a bit and be okay. That came with living in Chino. But Marissa lived the rich life where people might be mean and bitchy and drink away all their problems but she was young and vulnerable, and could be easily hurt. Ryan felt that ever since he had come to Newport Marissa had been knocked around too much. He caught himself at the last thought; he kept forgetting that he didn't live in Newport anymore. He wasn't a boy on the right track anymore, he had been just another messed up boy from chino with a pregnant ex-girlfriend. Ryan sighed inwardly and bit his lip. He wasn't quite sure what he was now, where he stood. His new/old life, whatever you wanted to call it, the idea of how he might never be going back in Newport was starting to scare him. Ryan through the thought out of his head and focused on the task ahead. Saving Marissa. Again.

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