Debut

Summary- Ryan and Marissa make their debut into society.

Disclaimer- I don't anything mentioned in this story, but the story is mine, since I do own my brain, and this came from my brain.

A/N- Well, I said Luke wouldn't be back, but he is, for a short time. Things will go a little differently than they did in the original episode, and things won't be too drastic for Julie/Jimmy, I feel bad for the poor souls, lol. Thanks for all the reviews! And sorry for not updating sooner...

On with the story...

"We have Gucci, Armani, and Versace over there,", Ryan's 'personal shopper' explained. Ryan nodded his head, 'thanks' and started to rift uninterestingly through the tuxes, going through all the racks. "Hey!" Marissa said as she bounced up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving his cheek a quick kiss.

"Hey," he returned, turning around and giving her lips a kiss. "I missed you this morning."

"Yeah, I know, sorry, but I had to come in early to set up, but I'm here now," she said cheerfully.

Ryan smiled, "Good, than maybe you can help me pick out a tux."

"Be glad to," she said happily, linking an arm through his.

"And I can help you find a dress?" he said hesitantly.

"I already found one...but you can help me fit into it", she said in a flirty voice.

"Be glad to," he grinned.

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Ryan sat aimlessly on a table, dangling his feet, when Seth and Summer came up to him. "Hey man," Seth greeted.

"Hey," he said back.

"Where's Marissa?" Summer asked.

"Uh, introducing people to each other," Ryan explained.

"Cool, well, we're gonna dance!" Seth said, cracking his knuckles.

"I hate when you do that!" Summer complained.

"Fine," he pouted, and led her to the dance floor, while Ryan continued playing with his fingers, waiting for Marissa.

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"Marissa!" Luke called out harshly.

Marissa turned around, only to be face to face with Luke. "Hey Luke."

"Come on, let's dance," he said, grabbing her arm. Marissa shrugged him off, "Um, actually, Luke, I have you paired with someone else."

"What?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, and I have another escort."

"But we were supposed to go together," he protested.

"Well, we're not.".

"Here she comes right now," Marissa pointed out, a girl walking over to them, her platinum blonde hair, and funky wardrobe matching her attitude perfectly.

"Anna Stern? This is Luke Ward, and you guys will be right over here," she said, leading them a few steps from where they were now standing.

"Luke, you know how to waltz, so you can show Anna how," and than left them, going over to Ryan.

"Hey," she greeted, setting her clipboard down on the table, and grabbing Ryan's hands.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Ex," Marissa explained.

"Your ex?" Ryan asked.

"I was just introducing him and his escort. Why? Are you jealous?" she asked.

"I don't think I should be," he said confidently.

"Quite the confident man we are?" she said with a small laugh, "But you're right, I only have eyes for you," and started to lean in, giving him a kiss. He kissed back when Peggy, the waltz leader,came by and cleared her throat. They pulled back, embarrassed. They both let out small laughs as Marissa played with his jacket collar.

"Okay, do you know how to waltz?" she asked. Ryan raised his eyes in confusion. "Okay,", she started, putting her left hand on his shoulder, "Stand up straight." Ryan puffed his chest out, letting out a deep breath. She giggled, and continued. "Now, put your left hand on my back," she instructed. A sly smile crept over Ryan's face as he raised his left hand and put it right on her ass. "Ryan!" she squealed. Ryan smiled, but left it there anyways. "Higher!" she demanded with another squeal. He moved his hand up a little higher, and put it around her waist. "Better?" he asked.

"Not really," she giggled, "But it'll do," and continued to instruct him through the waltz.

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Marissa entered the front door of her house, her destination, her room, but something caught her ear, as she moved closer to the loud noises.

"We have a delinquent for a neighbor!" Julie screamed.

Jimmy seemed surprised, "Really?" he asked, getting up.

"Yes! Ryan...Ryan something! Sandy Cohen is dangering our lives!" she exaggerated.

"Well, I'm sure he can't be that bad if Sandy trusts him," Jimmy said slowly.

"I don't care!" she shrilled. "Marissa has been hanging at the Cohen's a lot lately, oh my god!" she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth, "What if he got Marissa into drugs, what if she's high when she comes home, well, no wonder she's been coming home so happy!"

Marissa barged in through the room, startling Julie. "What's going on?"

Julie turned around and put her hands on Marissa's shoulders. "Sweetie, open your mouth." Marissa obeyed, "Why?" she asked. Julie looked around, "She seems normal," she told Jimmy.

"I'm not doing drugs, and Ryan isn't giving me drugs either", Marissa explained.

"Oh honey," Julie said sweetly, patting her back, "it's okay, you're young, and you're a teenager, its normal."

"I swear!" Marissa protested,

"We believe you kiddo," Jimmy said.

"Thanks. Okay, well, I have to go, get dressed," Marissa said quickly.

"Cotillion! Tonight!" Julie managed the words before she left.

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Ryan was reading one of Seth's comic books on his bed, when Marissa came through his door. "Hey," he said, getting up quickly to embrace her. "Hey." He leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back, pushing him down on his bed, not parting their lips in the process. "Whoa," he said surprised. She smiled, and bent down, kissing him passionately. He kissed back and let out a little grunt as she kissed his neck, kissing up to his earlobe, and sucking on it. "Are you okay?" he asked, still enjoying what she was doing. "Yeah, fine," she whispered, kissing down his chest, lowering the top of his wifebeater. She couldn't bring down the material anymore, so started kissing up his chest, finally meeting up with his lips, until she pulled back abruptly, and rolled off of him.

"No, I'm not," she said, crossing her arms over her stomach. Ryan was still dizzy from all the kissing, and it took him a moment to process everything. He rolled on top of her, supporting himself with his arms. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She sighed, wrapping her arms around her arms around his neck. "Let's just Cotillion isn't gonna be all that fun, and we'll be getting a few evil stares," she explained. Ryan sighed, and rolled off of her, resting his head on the pillows, his hands behind his head. "Parents?" he guessed. Marissa got up, kneeling on the bed, and than plopping herself on top of him. "Yeah," she said sadly, resting her head on his chest, tracing small circles with his muscles that showed on his forearm. "I'm sorry," she said, putting her chin on his chest.

"For what?" he asked distantly.

"I don't know, I guess I just wanted them to like you," she explained.

Ryan sighed, "Its okay, it's not like any other parents liked me," he said, and finished with a mumbling, "Not even my own."

"I'm sorry," she said sadly, "I didn't mean..."

"Its okay, it's not your fault," he said, unclasping his hands, and putting an arm around her waist.

"I just wanted it to be different, I wanted to be different," she explained, "for our relationship to be different."

"It is," he told her. Marissa smiled; her eyes glazed, and looked up at him, leaning in for a kiss. "I love you, and I just wanted my parents to love you."

"We can't all have what we want."

"I know," she said, playing with his hair. "But I want you, and I have you...and I'm not gonna lose you," she added sweetly.

He smiled, "Its okay, I forgive you."

"Hey!" she said playfully, smacking his stomach. She thought for a second before adding, "Plus, you know, what they say, the sex isn't all that good if the parents approve."

"Right and we all know how good the sex is."

"I like to think so."

"I like to think so too," he said, leaning in for a kiss. Marissa let out a small mmm-hmm, and put her hand under his shirt, lifting up the material and rubbing his stomach.

"Okay! I'm getting Ryan!" Seth yelled; his footsteps heard as he made his way up the stairs. They pulled back quickly, Ryan retreating back to his comic book, and Marissa grabbing something off of his bedside table and playing around with it, when Seth came in. "Oh, hey you guys. Marissa, your Mom called, and she was pissed."

Marissa stumbled up from Ryan's legs, setting down the ball she was playing with, and gave both boys a wave. "I'll see you tonight, okay?" she directed towards Ryan. He nodded his head, and looked at an amused Seth.

"What are...what are ya guys doing?" he asked, arms folded against his chest.

Ryan looked confused, "Uh, nothing."

"Really? Nothing nasty happening in Ryan Atwood's room, and I'm not just talking about the hamper," Seth joked.

"Okay, that's really weird."

"That's okay, just get dressed, we have to leave in like an hour," he said, and than left the room. Ryan sighed, and looked around the room, picking up his tux, and starting to put it on.

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"Honey? Where's Luke?" Julie asked Marissa. Marissa looked around, finally spotting Ryan. "Mom, Luke's not my escort, Ryan is," she explained.

Julie thought for a moment, tapping her chin, "Hmm, I don't know a Ryan," but than it hit her, "Ryan Jenkins!" she said excitedly, "The one with the father that is Donald Trump's first cousin?"

"Um, no, Ryan Atwood," she said, starting to walk away.

Julie held her back, "I don't know a Ryan Atwood."

"The one that lives with the Cohen's."

"Marissa!" Julie hissed her eyes wide as silver dollars.

"I gotta go," Marissa said, loosening her mother's grip and walking over to Ryan.

"Hey, you're here," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late," he apologized. Before Marissa could respond, someone was pushing her from behind. "Marissa! You're supposed to be in line, go!" Peggy demanded.

"Uh, sorry," she said, and taking one last look at a highly amused Ryan.

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Marissa got in line, she was last, and already spotted Summer out there with Seth. Finally, "Marissa Cooper, daughter of Julie and James Cooper," Peggy announced. Marissa lifted the bottom of her dress a little, and walked onto the stage, linking an arm through Jimmy's. He smiled warmly at her, and she returned it, and watched as Ryan approached the stage, coming before them. Jimmy seemed confused at the young man that was approaching them. Ryan bowed down, and Marissa curtsied, and than took his arm, and set down the flowers as they made their way to a nearby corner.

The music started playing, and they took the proper position, and started dancing.

"Fun," Ryan said sarcastically.

"Just remember...after," she whispered seductively. He raised his eyebrows, and smiled at her. "Nice Dad," he commented. Marissa laughed, "From what you saw, you saw that he was nice."

"I was trying to be nice," he explained.

She let out a small laugh, "Than my Mom is really nice," she exaggerated, pointing her finger to a sour faced Julie. He looked at her, and than back at Marissa, "Oh yeah, real nice," he said sarcastically.

Marissa pulled herself closer to him, as Ryan looked in one of the corners, where he saw two men exchanging words. "Hey, isn't that your Dad?" he asked her. Marissa looked over where Ryan's eyes were focused on. "Oh my god it is!" she said, just as Ryan looked back at her, and ran off to help Jimmy, who had just been knocked to the ground. Ryan jumped the guy, tackling him, and pinning him to the ground. "Lemme go! He's a thief! He's a thief I tell you!" the other guy said, and pushed Ryan off of him with a good punch, right in the jaw. Ryan fell back, and the man attacked Jimmy once again. Marissa did her best to catch up to them as best she could in her heels and got to the scene. "Mr. Fisher! Stop!" she demanded.

"Marissa, your father's a thief!" Greg shouted, still punching him. Marissa got frustrated, and lifted up her dress up to her knees, and stuck her heel into Greg's shoulder, pushing him off, and sending him flying across the dance floor. She huffed, and went over to Ryan, who was still dizzy from being knocked out, and was swaying like a drunk. "Are you okay?" she asked, touching his fresh bruise. "Yeah, fine," he said, backing up and flinching.

She looked around the room and saw her parents screaming at each other. "Do you wanna get out of here?" she asked, letting out a huge sigh. Ryan looked at what Marissa was looking at, "Yeah, sure, lemme just go tell the Cohen's," he said, and went over to them, and told them.

He went back to Marissa, who was looking at her feet. "Do you want me to take you home?"

She hesitated, "Actually, can we just go back to your place?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, draping his jacket around her shoulders. She looked down once again, "I sorta broke my heel," she explained, picking up her foot and displaying the heel that was broken in half.

"Do you want me to carry you?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

She smiled weakly at him, "That's okay, I'll just lean on you," and leaned on him, and Ryan wrapped his arm around her back. They started walking away, Marissa leaning her head on Ryan's until about half an hour late, theyarrived atthe Cohen's. They still saw no one in sight, and entered the house.

They started making their way to Ryan's room. "Are you okay?" he asked, once inside. She shrugged, "I don't know," as her lips whimpered. Ryan swooped in and hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her any way he could. "Do you wanna crash here tonight?" he asked.

She nodded, "Thanks," still wiping the tears off of her face. She scooted back on the bed, Ryan hesitantly following. He leaned back against the wooden headboard, and Marissa followed, resting her head right under his armpit. "I just wanna sleep," she sniffed.

"That's fine," he said sweetly, stroking her hair.

"Thanks," she muffled out, wrapping her arms around his upper torso.

"No problem," he whispered back, resting the side of his head on the top of her head.

They hadn't talked on the way over here, and Ryan tried to understand, he really did, he just hoped that she would say something to show him that she actually had something to say, but he'd wait, and he hoped everything would work itself out, just like it had done with his life. He sighed, taking a look around the pitch black room, and heard footsteps all around the house, and they began to fade as he fell asleep, letting his body fall limp next to hers.

A/N- Again, sorry for the delay, and next chapter will be out sooner, now that I know where I want to go with the story. I already have the sequel planned out, so get your party hats, lol! It'll probably be out a week after this one ends, give people a week to take everything in, and me some time to type up at least two chapters; before the dreaded school starts. Oh, lucky, lucky, me, at least I have like 3 more weeks, plenty of time. Enough rambling and please review!