About an hour later, the doorbell to the Cohen house rang and Kirsten rushed to the front door. Kirsten handed a wad of cash to the delivery boy before thanking him and closing the door, making her way back into the house. Kirsten walked past the living room, where Summer had convinced Seth to watch The Valley instead of playing video games.
Kirsten: Food's on.
Summer and Seth got up and followed Kirsten into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Sandy's nose led him into the kitchen as well.
Sandy: Smell's good.
Kirsten began handing our plates and silverware to everybody.
Kirsten: Where's Ryan and Marissa?
Summer: They're in the pool house.
Kirsten: I'll go get them.
Sandy, Seth and Summer all started spooning heaps of food onto their plates as Kirsten turned and started walking towards the pool house. Kirsten opened the door to the pool house and stepped inside only to find Marissa asleep on top of Ryan. Kirsten walked towards the pair, but the floor squeaked under her feet as she approached. Ryan turned his head and looked towards Kirsten.
Kirsten: (Quietly) Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Ryan: That's okay, I wasn't really asleep anyway.
Kirsten: Oh, well, food's here…if you're hungry.
Ryan: Okay.
Ryan looked down at Marissa who was still contently sleeping on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Ryan brushed his hand over Marissa's arm trying to wake her. Marissa groaned slightly and slid her body up Ryan's nestling her head in Ryan's neck. Ryan let out a slight smile and laugh, he wrapped his arms around Marissa and slowly rolled onto his side, rolling Marissa off of him, and laying her on the bed. Ryan pulled the covers back over Marissa and carefully slipped out of the bed. Kirsten stood back watching the two, smiling to herself realizing, for possibly the first time, just how in love the two were. Ryan looked over at Kirsten, and smiled.
Ryan: Sorry about that.
Kirsten: It's okay, I know she's had a rough day.
Ryan smiled and the two started walking towards the door.
Ryan: (Quietly) And you only know the half of it…
Kirsten barely heard Ryan's comment but decided to leave it alone. The two entered the kitchen and began fixing themselves plates of food.
Summer: Where's Coop.
Ryan: She's asleep.
Summer: Still not feeling good?
Ryan: She'll be okay.
Ryan grabbed his plate and made his way towards the table, sitting down across from Seth. A few minutes later, Kirsten joined them and they all settled in to eat. After everybody ate, Kirsten and Sandy retreated to their bedroom. Ryan washed up the dishes and then made his way back out to the pool house. Marissa was still asleep when Ryan walked in; he slowly made his way to the bed and carefully slipped in not waking Marissa. Ryan moved next to her, wrapped his arms around her and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning Marissa opened her eyes and saw the all too familiar sight of the pool house around her. Marissa lay there for a second, feeling Ryan's breath on her neck and his arms wrapped securely around her. She turned in Ryan's arms so she was facing him and softly placed a kiss on his lips. After a few seconds, she felt Ryan begin to kiss her back, eventually the two stopped.
Marissa: Good morning.
Ryan: Morning.
The two lay in bed starting at each other for a few minutes before Ryan broke the silence.
Ryan: So…it's moving day, huh?
Marissa smiled.
Marissa: I bet now you're happy that I never unpacked all those boxes.
Ryan laughed and so did Marissa. The two lay in bed for as long as they could before getting up and getting ready to face the day.
About half an hour later, the happy couple pulled up outside Julie's mansion in Marissa's Jeep. The two sat in the car for a little while, neither one moving.
Ryan: You know, we could come back later…
Marissa: No, let's just get this over with.
Marissa opened the drivers side door and stepped out, with Ryan soon to follow. Marissa walked towards the front door and slowly opened it, stepping into the house. Julie was nowhere in sight, but you could be in that house for days without seeing another person. Marissa turned to Ryan who was standing in the doorway.
Marissa: Come on.
Marissa started making her way up the stairs and Ryan followed, the two entered Marissa's bedroom and looked around.
Ryan: We have to move all of this?
Marissa: Everything but the furniture.
Ryan sighed and picked up a few boxes setting them on the bed. Ryan then proceeded to fill the unfilled boxes with the things that Marissa had actually unpacked. Marissa on the other hand, went straight to her closet pulling out two large suitcases and packing up all her clothes. About fifteen minutes later, Ryan popped his head in the closet to see what Marissa was doing.
Ryan: Oh, I get it, you get the clothes, I get the heavy lifting.
Marissa: Trust me, these are going to be heavy when I'm done with them.
Ryan laughed and shook his head.
Ryan; Well, I've got three boxes all packed, I'm going to take them down to the car.
Marissa: Okay.
Ryan picked up two of the boxes and walked out of the room heading down the stairs towards the car. A little while later, Ryan was bringing the last of the boxes down and Marissa was pulling one of her large suitcase down the stairs. Ryan returned from loading the boxes and took the suitcase from Marissa, picking it up and heading back to the car as Marissa went back upstairs to retrieve her other suitcase and check her room, to make sure she hadn't left anything important. Marissa was making her way down the stairs once again when the inevitable happened. Julie emerged from the living room, a glass of wine seemingly cemented into her hand. Julie looked up at her daughter, and Marissa in turn stared coldly back at her mother. Ryan entered the house once again, just in time to see this exchange. He stood back, waiting for the fight to erupt, but it never came. Marissa turned towards Ryan and started making her way down the stairs once again. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Ryan took the suitcase from her, but remained standing by her side. Marissa took one last look at her mother and then turned towards the door.
Julie: I hope you don't think you have an open invitation in this house anymore.
Marissa turned back towards her mother, knowing far too well, that she always has to have the last word. Ryan turned around as well, knowing that the silence was too good to be true.
Julie: You leave now; don't come back.
Marissa: I don't plan on it.
Marissa quickly turned and exited the house. Ryan stood still for a second and then walked out the door, pulling Marissa's suitcase behind him. Ryan loaded the suitcase into the car and the two quickly drove out of there, neither looking back.