A/N- Sorry about taking so long for an update, but I had to drive to Chicago yesterday.. My grandfather died, and this might sound.. Whatever, but I'd like to dedicate this chapter to his memory. He will be missed. Alright, so I haven't thought a lot about this chapter, but hope ya like it. Read and Review please!
It was another typical Californian night. Ryan lay on his bed, just like any other, but this time… he had someone next to him. Marissa Cooper, the girl next door, his first love, his girlfriend.
"Is it wrong… that I don't feel… all that bad about this… after I just broke up with Alex?" Marissa grinned in between kisses, pulling away and resting her chin on his chest after saying it. She sighed.
"A few days ago I was brooding over Lindsay, feel a lot better now," he stroked her silky light brown hair, and gave her forehead a light kiss, getting up, and moving her off of him, "I'll be right back," Ryan made his way out of the pool house, when he heard his name being called from outside.
Marissa sat on the end of his bed, letting her hands drift up and down the beds material, clutching onto his pillow, and taking in Ryan's scent. These were the things she had taken for granted, and missed so much while they were apart.
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"What do you want Seth?" Ryan was annoyed that Seth was interrupting his time with Marissa.
"Um, well I heard a certain tall, brunette-ish, friend of yours in there. Dude, Mom and Dad have been asking where you were since like 6, I had to cover for me. You owe me," Seth raised his eyebrows, and stood with his hands on his hips, looking for an explanation. Ryan just gave Seth a 'look' and went back into the pool house, "What! I spend a whole night telling you about me and Summer's reunion and you don't even say a word about yours with Marissa, I see how you are!" Seth huffed, turning on his heels, to go back into the house.
Back in the pool house, Marissa sat cross legged on Ryan's bed, thumbing through a sketchbook of plans for homes, "These are good Ry," She handed the book to him.
"Thanks.. It's just something I do when I get bored. This one," He pointed to a large, western style, modern home, "That's supposed to be your house, only re-modeled. And this one, that's the Cohen's new family room they were planning on re-doing," Ryan sat in concentration, eying everyone of his pieces of work, his skin glowing with pride. Ryan never liked to show that he had a passion, but he felt open around Marissa, and knew he did want to become an architect.
Marissa smiled, seeing how happy he was, "Um, I should go. I'll just stay with Summer tonight, can't really go back to Alex's. Maybe you could help me move stuff out of there tomorrow when she's at work, after school?"
"Yeah, you can stay here if you want.."
"No, I have clothes at Summer's, and she's going through a lot right now, plus don't want to get you in trouble or anything. Um, yeah. Goodnight," she gave him an awkward kiss on the cheek, walked to the door, waved slightly, and left.
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"Coop! You got back with Ryan! Yes! Now we can all be the fantastic four we were," Summer looked up from her 'Cosmopolitan' and smiled widely to her friend, things weren't turning out too bad today.
"Did you talk to your Mom?" Marissa finished polishing up her big toe and sat back and admired her work, wiggling her toes out from the foam holder thing (?).
"Yeah, I'm going over there tomorrow for dinner. At least it's still in Newport, but I haven't seen her in so long. She said she's been clean for a year now, but who knows…"
"Have you talked to your Dad since.. The fight?"
"Yeah, and I mean.. I'm not that pissed, I just don't want to go. Whatever. He can go shove it. So can little Miss Medicated. I'm staying here, they can write. It's not like he's ever home anyways," Summer tried to stay tough. She didn't like any of this at all, but was up for the challenge, and didn't want to be pushed around by her parents.
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Marissa and Summer rushed into the Chemistry lab, hoping not to be late. They still had 5 minutes. Time to find the boyfriends.
"Cohen!" Summer looked around for Seth, he was probably off in the bathroom reading a comic or something, sometimes he was very unpredictable.
"Hey," Ryan walked up behind them, with Seth in tow.
"Hi," Marissa smiled, planting a kiss on Ryan's lips.
"Ms. Cooper," An older man with a comb-over and, as Summer would say it, 'looks like he came out a zebra's ass', wearing striped blue pants and a darker blue also striped button-up t-shirt. Poor man, never got through a lecture without being made fun of. He handed a small envelope to Marissa, "This came to the school for you. There's no return address, but it might say who it's from," the teacher went back up to his desk, beginning the class.
Marissa hurriedly tore open the envelope, setting it into her backpack. She read the letter carefully.
My Dearest Marissa,
It's been a year, you haven't forgotten about me have you? I sure hope not. I love you so
much, and I'm never letting you go again. After all those times we've shared, I deserve something
from you. And if that fucking Ryan, or any of your friends try to get in my way, they're going down. I'm coming for you. You owe me a goodbye, and a hello. I love you Marissa, and you're not going anywhere. Don't bother running or trying to find me, I've already found you.
Your One and Only,
-Oliver-
Marissa dropped the letter on the floor. Ryan bent down to pick it up for her, and quickly glimpsed at it. He saw the ending and knew why she had dropped it. Oliver, that bastard. He looked and Marissa, a silent tear running down her cheek. He wiped it away, and put his hand on her chin, making her look at him, "Read it," her shaky voice was barely above a whisper, but already had Ryan trembling.
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"Do you still have the envelope?" Sandy, eyed the letter, still trying to figure out what he could do to protect Marissa. He knew this guy Oliver was weird, but stalking? Threatening? There wasn't much that he could do.
"Yeah, hang on," She looked nervously into her backpack, pulling out the beige crinkled envelope.
"Well the paper he used is from the treatment facility in San Diego, but Natalie at the hotel, said he was being treated in Montana."
"Look," Ryan pointed to the postage stamp, a picture of a potato, "Idaho."
"Yes you are Da-Ho, Ryan. Don't rub it in," Seth walked into the kitchen, sitting on a barstool. Noticing the looks on everyone's face Seth looked around the kitchen, "Who died?"
"Who's going to die if he doesn't shut up," Anger lit up in Ryan's face. Not for Seth, but Oliver. He couldn't handle Seth right now, this was all so confusing and aggravating.
"Got it," Seth walked back out into the living room, playing more video games.
"Idaho. You're right, they have these there. Idaho potatoes. I think he's trying to trick us into thinking he's in California, but really he's made his way from Montana to Idaho, which isn't that far. There's no way he could be here already, unless he didn't mail the letter until he got further than Idaho, or found a quicker way to get here," Sandy tried to put it all together, but nothing made sense.
"So what are we going to do?" Marissa's still tear-stained cheeks grew red with anticipation, and fright. Tears came rolling down her cheeks again, but Ryan wasn't there to catch them. He was thinking.
"Hawaii," Ryan's face lit up a little bit. Sure, the reason they were going wasn't the best, but it's Hawaii, it'd cheer up Marissa to see her dad, and Oliver wasn't around when her dad left, so he didn't know where she could be.
"What?" Marissa looked at him, puzzled.
"Pack your bags, we're going to Hawaii."
A/N- Ok, so I didn't really have any S/S, sorry, but I guess this chapter was ok for just coming up with it in not a lot of time. I don't know if the whole Oliver fiasco really makes that much sense to anyone else, but he's supposed to be trying to convince them he's in California already, so they'll freak out, but he's further away, making his way here, so he doesn't really know where she is. Something like that. I enjoy reading your reviews, and should be starting a new story soon, thanks!