Newport's Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 2: Time to get your groove on...or is it off?
"I just can't believe it Summer. He's too good to be true." Marissa gushed to her best friend, Summer Roberts. The brunette in question looked up, "He actually sounds like it Coop. I mean, it's not, like, he's your soul mate or anything. Coop? Coop! Anyone home!" Summer yelled as she frantically waved her hand in front of the other girl's face. "Err..yeah?" Marissa asked. Summer rolled her eyes and repeated herself. "But it's like he is Sum. I just felt this connection to him." Marissa replied. "You don't even know his last name. If you ask me Coop, true love requires last names." Marissa laughed and got up and walked into her closet, searching for an outfit for the party. "Ok, come help me." Marissa said as she poked her head out the door. Summer immediately shot up and went straight into Marissa's closet, set on finding the perfect outfit.
Meanwhile, back at Harbour, Ryan was looking dreamily into space as Seth rambled on to the dean of admissions, currently discussing the time when he was four and decided to be a dean himself. "Well thank you Mr, Cohen." Dean Kim sternly interrupted. "I now firmly believe that you are Harbour School material, both sets of grades greatly exceed expectations. Congratulations, and welcome." Sandy repeatedly thanked the dean and nudged the boys to do the same. After shaking hands they left. The rest of the afternoon was spent filling forms, finding classrooms, and buying books. However, school was not on Ryan's mind. Marissa was. Try as he might, Ryan couldn't stop thinking about her. Maybe he'd ask Sandy later if this was what true love is like."What the hell are you thinking?" the voice in his head yelled, "Do you want Seth to have license to make fun of you for a good four years?" Definitely not. Ok, he would play it by ear. When they arrived home, the boys bolted to their respective rooms and got ready. Ryan finally found something to wear: a simple black polo and denim jeans. Now he wouldn't look like a nerd, and that's all that mattered. He decided to call Marissa, and after three rings she picked up. "Hey," Ryan said, "I was wondering where the party is?" "Down by the pier," Marissa replied, "at my friend Holly's. You can't miss it. Just follow the drunks and you'll be ok." Ryan laughed. "Ok, me and my brother will be there at around 10." "Alright, see you there." As Ryan hung up the phone he was extremely excited, he raced across the hall and pulled Seth away from the mirror. "Self-involved, bro." he said simply. After informing their parents of there whereabouts that evening, they hopped in the Land Rover and took off.
"Does my shirt look wrinkled?" Seth asked. Ryan rolled his eyes. "No, for the hundredth time, its ok." Seth nodded but continued smoothing his shirt out nonetheless. Marissa was right, finding that party was easy. Ryan parked the car and set Seth free while he looked for Marissa. After a few minutes he found her, wearing a white sundress, sipping a beer and swaying to the music. "Hey," he said as he grabbed himself a beer. "Hi." she answered, obviously happy to see him. "Wanna dance?" Ryan nodded, drained his cup and lead Marissa to the dancefloor. Ryan was never a huge fan of dancing, but with Marissa it was something else. He actually enjoyed it. After a few songs he slowly pulled her away, towards the beach. They walked in silence, listening to the sounds of the ocean. Suddenly, Ryan found himself being turned around. Marissa then pulled him into a deep kiss. Fireworks erupted in front of Ryan's eyes. And by the looks of things, Marissa felt the same way. After a few moments, they pulled away. "Ryan," Marissa whispered, "this may be really forward, but I'll say it anyway. I love you." Ryan grinned, "Excellent, because I feel the same way." Marissa's heart leaped of joy, and again they kissed. However, they were cut short by Ryan's cell. "Ryan!" an angry Sandy yelled across the line, "Get over here now! And bring Seth with you!" The line went dead and Ryan looked fearfully at Marissa, wondering what was wrong.