What Happened After
Summary- What happened after Ryan and Marissa kissed.
Disclaimer- As usual, I don't own anything, I only dream that I owned something.
A/N- I know, I know, I said it's a one time deal only, but I'm going to put all my 11 reviewers (is that how many I had?) to ease and continue. Since you guys gave me so many great ideas and really want me to continue, I will make your dreams come true and continue. Now to clear up some confusion.
Both middle schools, Chino Middle School and Harbor Middle School, are doing voluntary community service projects, so they are at a park and cleaning up trash. I know, not very romantic, but hey, you loved the story so.... and another thing, I know I wasn't true to the characters like Seth and Summer, but that was kind of the point, for them to change, but don't worry it'll all make sense as the chapters go on. And also, just pretend that you never heard that Marissa and Luke got their mack on their bus trip to the Museum of Tolerance, and Ryan wasn't 'experienced'. Have fun reading and as always, review!
On with the story...
Marissa closed the big wooden door as quickly as she could and leaned against it, letting out a sigh of relief. That was the by far the hardest car ride she ever had to endure, with Holly and Holly's Dad, Mr. Fisher. But her thoughts weren't on Holly, or Holly's Dad, they were on...
"Marissa?" a shrill voice rang through the house. "Marissa, are you home?" it rang again.
She looked up to see her Mom, the one and only Julie Cooper, coming down the stairs, downed with a new dress, of course. "Hey Mom," she said as she plastered a smile on her face and started up the stairs.
"Sweetie?" Julie asked. "Yeah Mom?" Marissa said as she turned around, facing her Mom.
"How was your trip?" she asked, walking over and putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "It was good," Marissa replied. "Well, that's good," Julie said as she leaned to kiss the top of her head, but backed away when she smelled the "forbidden flower" 'smell'.
"Marissa, I want you to take a shower, your hair smells horrible, what did you do, roll around in the trash you picked up?" Marissa smiled and put her hand over the pocket, making sure the flower was still in there, and feeling its poofiness, smiled even brighter.
"I know Mom, I was just going right now," Marissa answered.
"Well hurry up, dinners in 20 minutes," Julie told her, checking her diamond studded watch.
"Oh, Mom...I'm really tired, I just wanna get some rest so..." Marissa started to say, but Julie cut her off. "I'll bring it to your room, 'Kay?" she smiled at Marissa. "Thanks", Marissa said and ran up the stairs, closing her bedroom door and going into her closet.
She dug deeper in her heap of shoeboxes until she found the one she was looking for. She smiled when she finally found it, and put the box on the bed. She carefully took out the flower from her pocket and sat down next to the box. She looked at the box, decorated with bright pink paper, stars and hearts and a small hint of colored glitter, and took off the top. The words, 'Marissa's Most Valuable Things' written inside in a sloppy five year old's handwriting and in blue marker.
She loved this box; she made it in kindergarten and always kept it. She looked inside and saw nothing. 'Well, now I'll have something', she thought. She took a sniff of the flower, its fragrance, just as strong as when he put it in her hair, still lingering in the air. She put in the box and put the top over it. She went over to her closet and dug deeper through the shoeboxes and hangers, as if she was a dog making a hole to bury her bone and placed it at the very bottom, making sure her Mom, Caitlyn, or the maid never found it, because if they did, they would make her throw it out. She smacked her lips together and smiled, remembering the work they had done today. Smiling, she went to the vanity chair and picked up her bathrobe, humming some sort of song, loud and off- key, but to her; it was just like his lips; perfect.
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"Why you smilin' so much today Ry?" Dawn asked Ryan, noticing the smile plasted on his face all afternoon.
"No reason," he said, smiling, and went back to hand washing the dishes.
"Oh, okay, well I'm gonna hit the sack," Dawn said, pointing to her room.
"Ok, 'night Mom," Ryan said waving good night to his mother with his free hand. After a few minutes, he wiped his hands on the rag, and sat down on the stained couch with a foul smell, but today, it had a certain good smell to it, at least to him. He took the beaten up remote and turned on the small TV, turning to a sports channel. He saw his favorite baseball team was winning, 4-0; he kept the smile on his face. Leaningagainst the couch, still keeping his eyes on the TV. but thinking about something...someone completely different. He licked his lips, still tasting her chapstick, even after the macaroni and cheese, and the fifty wipes of a towel, it was still there. His eyes started to droop, but he fought with his brain and kept them open, for about 30 seconds, until he finally gave in and they closed. The smile was still on his face, as he thought to himself, 'It was a good day'. In fact it had been a great day, at least for two very different thirteen year olds who had a smile on their faces as they slept.
A/N-I know I kinda threw you off with Dawn's character, I just wanted to keep it simple, and show she's 'okay' when she's not drunk. I know, a cheesy chapter, but it was sweet, right? I already have my next chapter 'thought' out, I just need to 'think' it out on the computer and add a few details. So thanks and I hope you liked it!