Chapter 2
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After that wonderful day in the pool house, Ryan and Summer continued their friendship. Though it's been really weird ever since Ryan agreed with her, about the whole he stills loves Marissa, and she doesn't want to lose her best friend thing. It's kinda weird, with the fact that they both really want each other. Summer can hid it well and Ryan is having a little problem not showing it to Summer.
On a rainy day, in the middle of July, which is kinda unusual for California, both Ryan and Summer were in the pool house watching the rain hit the ground and listen to the rain hit the roof. They were so bored that Summer was really close to falling asleep. Ryan thought she looked so cute. But Ryan was thinking that a lot lately. Everything she did he thought was cute and adorable and hot.
Summer fell asleep, and Ryan covered her with the blanket. He kissed her forehead and left her there to get something to eat in the house. About an hour later after he came back in the pool house, she woke up to have to go home.
"Hey Ryan, I have to go, my dad's coming soon and I have to go call to make sure. I'll see you tomorrow though right," Summer said almost sounding sad that she had to leave the comfort of his presence. He just nodded, and she left.
Ryan had that whole evening to think about what happened. He was in love with Summer and she needed to know. The only thing was he had no way of getting to her house to tell her, Kirsten was at work and Sandy was out doing something. He started to walk. As he walked he thought of things to say to Summer. 'I was wrong I want to be with you, and I know you want to be with me,' 'Summer I need you, I don't love Marissa, I'm in love with you.'
When he reached her house after a half an hour of walking, he went up to the door and rang the doorbell. Summer answered the door.
"Ryan! You're all wet from the rain. And you're shivering. Get in side," she demanded.
"No I have to talk to you," he said through the chattering of his teeth. "I was wrong Summer..."
"Wrong about what," she replied.
"I was wrong about us. I love you not Marissa, okay. I don't care about her anymore. I want to be with you. Screw the Cohen's and screw the Coopers. They don't matter, we do. We're the only one's that matter." There he did it, he said what he needed to say. He was in love with her and only her.
"No, Ryan you don't, you love her, you don't love me..." she trailed off.
"No Summer, don't tell me who I love and don't. I love you and not Marissa," he yelled, clearly not getting the point across before. She just stood there in shock, with millions of different things running through her mind. 'He loves me,' 'he doesn't love Marissa,' 'he wants to be with me.' This couldn't be happening. Ryan, still shivering from the cold rain was standing in her doorway, professing that he loved her.
"Ryan..." she whispered, and that's all she had to do.
Ryan took the few steps it took to stand right in front of her, and then he kissed her. He kissed with all the will he had. He had backed her up to the nearest wall after kicking the door closed. Soon, Summer's legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was leading her upstairs to her room.
Tongues dueling, clothes being ripped off, Ryan and Summer were happy. They were together. No one, and I mean no one was going to take them away form each other, except maybe he first love.
Kara