The next morning Sandy, Kirsten and Seth were all standing in the kitchen getting some breakfast.
Kirsten: Where's Ryan?
Sandy: I don't know.
Seth: He's probably still in the pool house, he didn't come out much yesterday.
Sandy: What's wrong.
Seth: One word – Marissa.
Kirsten and Sandy exchanged similar glances and then turned back to Seth.
Kirsten: What happened?
Seth: I don't know.
Sandy: Come on Seth.
Seth: I really don't know, he won't tell me.
With that Seth retreated upstairs and Sandy and Kirsten remained in the kitchen sipping their coffee.
Sandy: I'm going to go check on him.
Kirsten nodded and Sandy made his way out to the pool house. Sandy knocked gently before opening the door. Sandy walked in and found Ryan lying on his back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Ryan heard the door open but didn't move his glance from the ceiling.
Sandy: Morning.
Ryan: Hey.
Sandy: You okay?
Ryan: Yeah.
Sandy stood quietly knowing very well that Ryan wasn't going to talk to him. Sandy just looked at Ryan who was still intently staring at the ceiling.
Sandy: You hungry?
Ryan: No.
With that, Sandy slowly turned and made his way towards the house. Sandy walked into the kitchen and found Kirsten still standing there.
Kirsten: How is he?
Sandy: I don't know.
Kirsten: Did he talk to you?
Sandy: Not really.
Kirsten: Well, I'm going out there.
Sandy: Kirsten…
Kirsten shot Sandy a look, which shut him up and reached up and grabbed a mug and proceeded to pour a cup of coffee for Ryan. Kirsten opened the pool house doors and found Ryan staring up at the ceiling still lying on the bed.
Kirsten: I brought you some coffee…if you want.
Ryan shifted his glance from the ceiling to Kirsten and slowly sat up on the bed. Kirsten walked over to the bed and handed Ryan the mug.
Ryan: Thanks.
Kirsten: I know you don't want to talk about it Ryan, but if you feel like talking, I'm here.
Ryan nodded his head at her and took a sip of coffee. Kirsten stood looking at him for a moment and then turned towards the door. She got half way through the threshold when she turned and looked back at Ryan.
Kirsten: Oh, the party tonight…you…don't have to go, if you don't want.
Ryan sat on the bed for a second and then started thinking about the only thing he had been thinking about for the past couple days…Marissa.
Ryan: Actually, I think I'm going to go.
Kirsten: Really?
Ryan nodded his head and gave Kirsten a little half smile, Kirsten smiled back and turned and went into the house.