Coming Clean

Disclaimer- Nothing, that's Tarzan speak for same as usual.

A/N- I'll try to make this as long as possibe, that's pretty much all I can say, and thanks for all the great reviews! Very helpful in critqiuing, and I'l try to update as much as I can when school starts.

And let the story continue...

Ryan and Marissa got up from the blue airport chairs and faced Seth and Summer. Gregory's mother came over to Gregory and picked him up, dragging him away. "I am so sorry!" she apologized. They waved her off and that was the last they saw from Gregory.

"Um, hey you guys," Marissa said slowly.

"What are you guys doing!?" Summer asked quickly, the disappointment obvious in her voice.

"Are you guys together?" Seth asked.

Ryan and Marissa looked at each other and nodded, "Yeah."

"What...what about Theresa, and what about Maddy?" asked Seth, trying to process how they had gotten together.

"Um...actually me and Theresa are in the middle of the divorce, and Maddy's with Eddie," Ryan explained.

Seth and Summer's jaws' dropped to the ground with the divorce issue, but seemed confused with the Eddie issue. "Eddie?" Seth asked. Ryan nodded his head. "Like Chino Eddie? Theresa's ex-fiance or whatever Eddie?"

Ryan nodded once again. "And um...Maddy's not mine either," he said sadly.

"But than that would mean...!" Seth trailed off. "No!" he yelled, finally catching on to the whole story.

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!" Ryan said with less entusiasm.

Summer finally caught on as well. "Oh my god! No way! Wait! Than you were together at the wedding."

Ryan and Marissa both nodded their heads. "Oh, wow," Seth finally took all this in.

"Flight to New York, now boarding, Flight to New York now boarding," the voice over announced.

"Oh, that's uh...that's my flight," Marissa told Seth and Summer.

"Oh, than, we'll talk when you guys get back," Summer suggested. Ryan and Marissa looked at each other, "Yeah, sure." Marissa gave them both hugs, and looked at Ryan with the same expression on her face as the last time they had been at the airport. She gave him a look that said it all, and started walking away. "We'll talk when we get back!" he told them both, and walking away, catching up to Marissa.

They were near the gates, and time to say good bye for a week. The voice over announced the flight again, making them both feel rushed. "Let's just do this quick, before I cry again," she said with a weak smile. He smiled and leaned into to kiss her. They kissed for a while, until they were getting stares and finally broke apart.

"So...I'll call you when I get there."

She saw Ryan hesitate and got confused. "Uh...what's wrong?"

"You won't have to call me," he said confidently.

"Why not?" she asked, holding onto his hand tightly.

"Because I'm coming with you."

Marissa widened her eyes, "You're what?!"

"Come on!" he said, still holding her hand tightly, and dragging her away from the gates.

"Ryan!"

Ryan turned around, holding her tightly against himself. "Marissa, I love you, we all have choices to make, and this is mine," he explained.

She smiled, a few joyful tears coming down her face. "Are you sure?" she asked.

He smiled and kissed her hard. "Guess we'll never find out if I don't get a ticket!" and started jogging towards the ticket booth, Marissa hot on his tail.

"Excuse me," he said, out of breath. He leaned his hands on the counter, "Excuse me," he repeated. "Is there any chance I can get a ticket to New York, right now?" he asked.

The old lady behind the counter smiled warmly at him. "Let me check;" and started looking at her computer. Ryan turned around and brought Marissa's sweaty hand to his lips and kissed it. "I love you."

She smiled at him, "I love you too."

The ticket lady interupted them. "Yes sir, there is still an opening on the New York flight, but it's coach."

Ryan nodded his head gratefully, "That's fine."

"Ryan? I'm in first class," Marissa told him. "My work pays for it," she further explained. "Is there any way I can exchange this for coach?" she hurridely asked. The lady nodded and after making the payments and necessary arrangements. "Thank you!" they both yelled at the lady, walking away.

"Final boarding call for New York, this is the final boarding call for New York!"

Marissa ran to the gates, still out of breath as well Ryan. "Please..." they said out of breath, as they handed their tickets over. The flight attendant nodded and let them pass by, as they walked inside.

Finally inside, they started to make their way to their seats. They finally found them and plopped down. "Phew!" they said breathlessly.

The stewardess walked by them. "If you could please buckle up, we'll be taking off soon."

Ryan stiffed up and the stewardess walked away. "Oh, I forgot that I hate planes."

Marissa laughed and buckled herself up, and looked over at Ryan, whose hands were clutched onto the arm rests. She laughed again and buckled himself up as well. "Do you know what the best part of this is?" she asked.

He shook his head, "What?"

"It's a spur of the moment decision."

He smiled, and let his sweaty hand touch hers, of course clutching it tightly like it was an arm rest. "We're all about spur of the moment?" he asked jokingly.

She leaned in to kiss his bobbling head. "Yes, we are."

He laughed and kissed her again. The pilot made a few announcements and they started taking off. "Holy shit," he mumbled. "Next time I have a spur of the moment, moment, tell me to pack clothes and make sure it's not on a plane." They finally got in the air after a few minutes. "Smooth sailing from here," Marissa explained.

"Except turbulence?" he asked.

"Come on, the movie's starting to play," she motioned towards the TV. He sighed and continued to hold her hand tightly.