Summary- This is what their first night out by themselves is like. Where they go, who they meet ...stuff like that, more interesting than it sounds.
Disclaimer- I own nothing that has to do with The O.C., it belongs to Josh Schwartz, McG, Doug Liman, and a whole bunch of people but sadly, none of those 'bunch of people', is me.
A/N-Another finally chapter finally,and also a special shout-out to Sis2ACeserSalad, thanks for the idea, this chapter is a little different than your e-mail, but I still hope you like it.
On with the story...
Marissa stopped to the sound of his voice before they got in the car. "Wait!" Ryan exclaimed. "You can't back down, so, are you sure?" he asked putting a hand on her shoulder. Marissa gave him a deep kiss to show that she was sure. "I'm sure," she said breathing on his lips. Ryan gave her a slight nod, but just than had another thought, but Marissa interupted him.
"Wait! Ryan, I don't think it's safe to take the car," she explained. Ryan agreed, "I don't think we should take your car either, I mean your lic..." he trailed off.
"That's right, well what do suggest, a cab?"
"No, your parents will see," Ryan said shaking his head, "looks like the only other choice is...the bus?"
"Guess we're walking to the bus station."
Ryan looked surprised.
"It's only like...45 minutes away," Marissa explained as pointed to her sneakers.
Ryan shrugged but started to walk in the way of the bus, Marissa trailed after him looping an arm through his.
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They finally got to the bus station. Marissa noticed all the people there, some that looked like they were living there, others who were drinking, and some were passed out either from drinking or just sleeping; because they had drank too much . She also noticed all the drunken smiles some of the men were giving her, while others tried to touch her as she passed by. She felt her heart beat even faster so she took ahold of Ryan's hand, squeezing it tightly. Ryan understood she was scared, so he sqeezed back. He put an arm around her as they got to bigger and drunker men. He felt the rapid beating of her heart go up and down whenever they passed someone. He wondered if she could feel his as well.
They finally found an unoccupied seat, farther from everyone else and they sat down.
Ryan made it clear that he wasn't taking his arm around her anytime soon, and for that, Marissa was grateful.
"So where are we gonna go?" she asked in a whisper.
He shrugged. "A hotel?" Marissa suggested. "I think we should save our money for when we really need it," he told her.
"I have a credit card, and my life savings with me," Marissa continued to whisper in his ear, as if the people there found out they had money, they were going tojump them and take everything.
"I have my life savings too, but I think I have an idea where we can stay, a friend of mine," he whispered back into her ear. Marissa smiled and nodded as she gave him a tender kiss on the lips, and than rested her head on his shoulder. Ryan knew that this was going tobe hard, but would be even harder alone, so he was glad someone was there with him...and was even more glad that that someone was Marissa.
He smiled slightly as he looked down and saw her fast asleep, but still keeping a tight grip on his hand that wasn't around her and the her other hand on the duffle bag. He rested his own head against hers and sighed. Moments later the bus pulled up. Everyone started getting on, Ryan gently shook Marissa and they were the last to get on.
They made their way through the seats, Ryan blocking out any pervert that dared tried to touch Marissa. They got a seat in the back corner. Marissa tried to avoid all the drunken stares she was getting, but it was hard, especially when a few men moved their seats to the back to get a closer look. A few women, including some hookers came on and they took the attention away from her, for which Marissa was glad for. But when they got off at the next corner, she wasn't so glad anymore.
Marissa got even closer to Ryan, as if she wasn't close enough that she was practically on his lap. He gave her a small smile and she returned the gesture.
Ryan finally pulled the bus string after what seemed like forever. They got out without any trouble since more than half of the men were passed out or too lazy to move. Ryan payed the bus toll and they walked off in the dark streets of Chino.
They finally got to a small, yellow house with a doggy door. Ryan quietly knocked on the door a few times before a big chested girl, with curly black hair, and with the biggest hoop earrings Marissa had ever seen, came out. She was downed in tight, black leather pants, and an even tighter corset matching top, that pushed her chest up even more, and her eyes were outlined in black. It's nearly 1 in the morning, are those her pajamas? Marissa thought. She looked over at Ryan, he seemed unhappy to see her.
"Well, well, if it isn't Ryan Atwood. What the hell are you doing back here? Thought we got rid of you for good? And who the hell is this?" she asked, pointing to the girl Ryan had ever so closely to himself. "This is Marissa, Marissa, Theresa," Ryanmade the awkward introduction.
"Hi," Marissa said as she lent out her hand, waiting for a friendly handshake. Theresa gave her a weird look. Marissa, clearly embarassed with herself, clutched her duffle bag again. Theresa? Why does that sound familiar? Marissa thought.
"Is Arturo home?" Ryan asked. Theresa shook her head, but added, "He should be back later, why?"
"He said if I ever needed a place to stay, I could come here so...I need a place to stay."
"Shouldn't you be with your rich family?" Theresa snapped.
Ryan gave her a 'whatever' look, "So can we stay here or what?"
"We?" Theresa asked as if there was only person standing in front of her. Ryan gave her an annoyed look. She finally gave up and moved out of the way for them to get in. "You get the room next to the bathroom," sheexplained, annoyed, seeing as Ryan didn't take his arm off of Marissa's waist. It seemed to be surgically sewn there, Theresa thought.
Marissa looked around for the dog, seeing as there was a doggy door on the door. Ryan saw this and whispered in her ear, "There's no dog."
"Oh," sheblushed a little. They walked in the room together and Ryan removed his 'surgically sewn' arm from her waist, but they still remained close. He opened his backpack and took out a sweatshirt and put it on. For some reason, it was cold in Chino, especially at night. Marissa followed his lead and opened her duffle bag, taking out a seatshirt and sweatpants. She quickly took off her jacket and put on the sweatshirt and started to unbutton her pants when she saw Ryan looking away, obviously shy. "Turn around," she said jokingly, but he did as she told him. She quickly changed and Ryan couldn't but smile while she did. He finally turned around once she said she was done.
Theresa opened the door, without even knocking; she wanted to interupt something, but just saw she had interupted a goofy grin contest. She cleared her throat a few times before she finally got their full attention. "I'm gonna head to the party, do...whatever, just don't wake up my Mom," she said.
They both nodded, but then Theresa changed her mind. She didn't want Ryan making any moves on that piece of trash, okay so Marissa wasn't exactly trash, but to Theresa she was, an expensive piece of trash. "Actually, you know what I think I'm gonna stay here with you guys, catch up," she said in a fake cheery voice. Juan and Miguel can wait till tomorrow, she thought.
Now it was Marissa's turn to give her a look. Ryan gave her the same look as Marissa did. "We're gonna go to sleep, and then just head out in the morning, take the 8:45 bus," Ryan explained. Theresa gave them a 'so?' look. Marissa saw this and said, "So good night."
"Whatever," she said as she waved at them dismissivily. "Thank you," Ryan said gratefully, being nicer with her than he had all day. She rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving Ryan and Marissa alone. "I know she's not the nicest person...", Ryan started. "It's okay, she gave us a place for the night...and for free," Marissa cut him off, giving him a small smile. He smiled apologetically, while she tugged on his arm, leading them to 'their' bed.
They got under the stained yellow comforter and laid their heads on the greasy smelling pillows. Marissa put her back to Ryan's chest and he loosely placed an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. She turned her head and placed a sweet kiss kiss on his lips. "Good night," she said innocently when she pulled back. "Good night," he repeated back, burying his face in the sweet smell of her hair. She fell asleep to his steady breathings she felt on her neck.
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The sun shone through the dingy windows and Marissa drew her knees even closer to her chest to make herself warmer from the chilliness that had come into the room throughout the night. Ryan felt this and put an even tighter arm around her, and shortly after, woke up. He opened his eyes to find her hair all in his face. He was startled at first, but then realized everything what had happened last night. A small smile tingled his lips. Marissa felt him move so she turned around to face him.
"Good morning," Marissa said sweetly. "Morn..." Ryan started to say but was cut off by Marissa's intense kiss. He kissed back until it was getting harder to breathe. Marissa pulled back to get in a quick breather and wipe a few of her hairs from Ryan's face, but then leaned in again.
For some reason, they never stopped their kisses until they thought they would pass out if they didn't pull back. Even though they were like this, and they only had a few kisses, they were full of passion and emotion. Ryan didn't need his breath taken away anymore, just looking at her took his breath away, and the kisses added even more to taking his breath away.
Unfortunateley, this time, a knock on the door interupted them, and they didn't have to pull back panting. Marissa quickly got off of Ryan and Theresa came barging in.
She saw them both fully clothed and no clothes thrown all over the floor, Good, they're not having sex, she thought.
Ryan spoke, "We're leaving in just a few minutes, just give us some time to get our things together," as he walked over to Marissa, smiling.
Theresa saw this and look disguisted. She gave them an annoyed look but they were too busy dreamily looking at each other. Theresa saw it was no use to break up the dream fest so with one loud, exsasperated sigh, she left the room, but Ryan and Marissa still didn't notice her absence until they heard the screen door being madly shut.
"I'm gonna go brush my teeth," Marissa said looking through her duffle bag for her toothbrush. She went in the bathroom, and Ryan followed shortly after.
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"Here we are again," Ryan said, letting out a sigh of relief since it was daylight and the bums weren't there yet. Marissa also saw this and loosened her death grip on Ryan's hand, and held it more romantically rather than as if she was scared.
They took an empty seat and Ryan started to speak. "When are you gonna call your parents, they're probably worried." Marissa replied with, "When we're not as close to Newport."
"Where should we go next?" Marissa started to whisper in Ryan's ear. His look gave it all away, he wasn't sure, he didn't know what they were gonna do, where they were gonna stay, what to tell Marissa's parents, he didn't know anything except...that he was falling for the girl clutching onto his rom and he would do whatever it took to make sure she was safe from harm.
"Do you have any other friends we can stay with?" she asked. She sounded hopeful but a part of her wanted him to say no. If they were anything like Theresa...well that explained it all.
Ryan did have some other friends he could stay with, but his 'friends' would do anything to get a finger on Marissa, so he shook his head and gave her a small smile.
Her heart fluttered and rose right out of her chest. She was in heaven when she saw him smile, even if it was a small one.
A group of boys, college most likely, walked by, talking about Long Beach. Ryan and Marissa looked at each other; Long Beach. So they hopped on the 8:45 bus and it took them to Long Beach. Luckily, the bus in the day didn't have as many passengers, but it still had it's share of weirdos.
A little old man came over to them and smiled his toothless smile. Marissa tried to return the gesture without seeming like she was scared, but it was hard since she was scared. The little old man started to speak about 'Teloula', his wife. Ryan and Marissa tried to listen, but couldn't understand a word he was saying, but they nodded politeley. After a while, the little old man asked them if they wanted to meet 'Teloula'. Of course they did, the man had been talking about her for the past hour. Marissa looked around, wondering which one was Teloula. The man put a hand in his pocket and pulled out a small white mouse with a piece of fabric over it, but the brown spots were evident.
"Meet Teloula!" he said happily, dangling the mouse by it's tail. Marissa squealed in horror, partly because someone had married a mouse, and partly because it's eye was blooshot pink and it had brown stains all over it, and buried her self in Ryan's arms.
"We're trying to make kids, but I can't produce so we're gonna have to find Teloula a nice man friend," the man continued happily.
Marissa pushed the mouse out of her sight, and the man put it back in his pocket.
"She's allergic," Ryan lied, his eyes still wide from horror.
"Oh," the old man nodded understandily and moved up a few seats, "Wouldn't want you getting sick now would we?" he finished, turning around and started to talk to the mouse.
"Oh my god!" Marissa exclaimed in a loud whisper. "Shhh," Ryan smoothed her over and pulled the string on the bus, signaling to stop soon. The bus stopped right near a hotel, thank goodness! As they walked by, the little old man with the mouse started to speak.
"Bye, nice meeting you nice folks, and good luck on your jurney, say bye Teloula," he spoke to the mouse. Ryan gave him a nod of his head, saying nice to meet you too, and Marissa quickly turned around and gave him...them a small smile, and walked off, clutching on to Ryan's arm tightly.
When they finally got off the bus, Marissa let go of her death grip on Ryan's arm once again and gently grabbed his hand. The air was refreshing, after being in a bus long enough, the fumes really started to get to you, so they both took a few deep breaths and started to walk off to the hotel.
"How many rooms?" the scruffy old man at the comfort inn asked.
Ryan and Marissa looked at each other, "One," Marissa said smiling, and stole a quick glance at Ryan to see him smiling shyly at her. Ryan paid the old man, while Marissa grabbed the key and gave Ryan's hand a quick squeeze before dragging him up to their room.
Once they got inside, Marissa set their bags down, seeing as Ryan was holding a few containers of take-out. Seems they had a little burger joint here as well. She inspected the inn. A mix of yellow and beige walls, a small T.V., a small cherry wood furnished dresser, a door that lead to the bathroom, a huge mirror that lay in the middle of one of the four walls, and a bed right in the middle, with a green and flowery comforter. The sun shone brightly through the dusty horizontal blinds, so the room would look better in daylight.
Ryan set the containers down on the bed and Marissa plopped down next to them, opening them fiercly and popping a few chicken fingers in her mouth. Ryan watched her, amused. After a few more bites, Marissa caught Ryan's stare.
"What?" she asked innocently, taking a huge bite of the burger.
"Nothing," he said, chuckling and shaking his head. He took a seat on the bed as well and opened a container. "I'm welly hungy," Marissa explained.
As they were eating, they tried to keep a conversation, but saw it was hard since Marissa either spat out each word and Ryan ended up getting food on his face, or she wasn't capable of coherntly speaking and Ryan had to squint his eyes to try and read her lips. So they decided on a comfortable silence. Once they were done, Marissa threw out the containers and when she turned around she saw Ryan laying down on the bed, head over his crossed heads, she smiled and went over to him.
She didn't exactly know what to do with him. Well, she know what she wanted to do to him, but she didn't know how to exactly approach him. She was done being the safe girl, she wanted to be the girl that pushed him down on the grass with her like she had done so many years ago. She made a bold move.
She walked over to him as he started to speak, "Won't your parents be worried?" he asked, having a major concern for her in case she got in trouble, and knew that somehow it would be blamed on him. Marissa grabbed him by his wifebeater and brought him to his feet. He seemed surprised at her actions.
"I'm not thinking about my parents right now," she said seductively, pulling harder on his wifebeater so he could come closer to her.
"Well neither am I, but I'm..." but he didn't have a chance to finish as Marissa caught him off guard with her lips. As soon as their lips touched, Marissa wasn't so rebellious and bold anymore, she felt her knees go weak and his strong arms wrap around her waist. He pushed her against the wall, passionately kissing her. "I'll...make...something...up" she told him in between kisses. He grunted in response as she pushed him off her and down on the bed.
She quickly eased herself on top of him and they continued to kiss. They kissed with so much heat and passion that they forgot everthing and everybody else, it was just Ryan and Marissa.
After quite some time, things had begun slow down a little, and nowhe was on top of her, teasing her with the pace of his tounge. As Ryan held himself on top of Marissa, she rubbed her hands against his flexed biceps. His lips finally withdrew from hers, but not from her body, he tickled her neck with his sweet kisses, but somehow his lips were mostly drawn to her lips, she left his muscles and cupped his face and drew her lips to his, smiling. He kissed back, also in a smiling mood. They both got lost, lost in each other, lost in the other's presence, and now, problems that seemed so big a few hours or days ago seemed minor at this time. Now, for the time being, there was no problems in the world, at least not in RyanMarissa world.
A/N-Okay so what do you think. I hoped you liked it and I didn't disappoint you. I know Theresa is nicer on the show, but to tell you the truth, I don't like her, I mean she took Ryan away from his home, which in return made Seth run away and Marissa start drinking again. Anyways, I hate her, but don't worry, she's not coming back. Things were starting to get a little hot and heavy at the very end, so it might continue onto the next chapter. Hmmm. Also, this might sound a little strange, but I really want to put in some sort of song in the next chapter. I got the Jessica Simpson 'In This Skin', not too long ago and I've been listening to it, and I really like the songs and I wanna use one, so if you guys have any idea which one I should choose, or have any lyrics that you want me to use, please tell me! Just give me the name of the song and artist/band and I can find the lyrics to it like on or something like that. They might do something they regret -coughs- physically coughs not at first, but their 'recklessness' might catch up with them. I like them on their own, but a little part of me wants them to go home, if you have any ideas, they would be greatly appreciated. Let me know about the song thing though. The sooner you review, the faster I'll update. Damn that was way too long.