It had been 46 hours. Not that that was a world record or anything, but for Ryan Atwood 46 hours without being graced with the presence of Marissa Cooper was far too much time. For Ryan an hour without Marissa was more than enough solitude. He lie on his bed in his apartment, wondering where she was, but more importantly, if she was thinking of him. It had been 2 months since they had started Berkeley, Ryan and Seth lived together in a small apartment off campus and conveniently located down the hall for any necessary "midnight runs" was apartment number 741, Marissa and Summer's shared apartment. The mere distance of less than 40 feet from their apartment was both a pro and a con, depending on when it was asked.
Currently Seth and Summer were in a relationship and Ryan and Marissa were in… limbo? Ryan and Marissa were simply being Ryan and Marissa, they had mastered the art of the on-again, off-again couple and didn't seem to want to lose that title. Currently they were off, but the sexual tension and the undeniable chemistry was on as per usual.
Ryan lay there thinking about a sudden blue eyed, blonde haired beauty ignoring the knocking on the door. Seth had probably lost his keys again and no matter how much Ryan adored him as a brother, he was far too comfortable in his bed to ever get out. Suddenly he heard the key turn and the door open. Then, silence. He knew it couldn't possibly be Seth, because no matter how stealth Seth said he was, he most certainly wasn't and Seth's grand entrances generally were accompanied by fallen items and enough clatter to wake up the whole apartment building.
"Ryan?" It was a soft voice that would always be recognizable to him, Marissa.
"I'm in my room" he said. He contemplated getting out of bed but that would seem like he was desperate to see her, but then again staying in bed would make it look like he was desperate for her. Either which way he would seem desperate for her, something which he was. He was still amidst his thoughts when the door swung open and there stood Marissa.
"Marissa? Oh sorry I thought it was Seth" he feigned shock and propped himself up.
She raised and eyebrow cynically in a way only Marissa Cooper could do while still looking impossibly chic.
"You thought I was Seth?" She asked sarcastically, her voice heavy with disbelief. She sat on the edge of the bed, still staring at him strangely. She was wearing a short denim mini with holes and tears, a pair of worn out Converse her hair was held back in a scarf tied around her head with the intertwining Chanel C's in black and white, and she was wearing a white wife beater. The sight of seeing Marissa Cooper in a wife beater was enough to have him pull his infamously cute sloppy half smile but he couldn't help himself but wish it was his wife beater she was wearing.
"Sum and Cohen are getting their mack on, so it looks like you'll be stuck with me for a while" she took the liberty of taking off her shoes and lying down on the left side of the bed as she said this.
Ryan looked over at her sardonically, he wondered why she did this to him, taking a break meant taking a break, not coming over to hang out, in bed. But in reality, Ryan didn't really seem to mind; he knew he would enjoy the company. Within a matter of minutes she had stolen the remote from him and turned to a channel where Breakfast at Tiffany's had just begun. Ryan's attention wandered from the screen to Marissa, and although it was Marissa's all time favorite movie, she couldn't help but be distracted by the presence of Ryan. She wondered if he minded that she was there, after all they weren't exactly together. Had it been anyone else Ryan would've been annoyed but we all know that Ryan Atwood would never pass up a chance to spend some quality time with Marissa, in a bed.