Let me clarify on that small disaster that I posted a few hours ago. One reviewer was spot on when they said I changed their opinions. I wanted to make it seem like all of a sudden they aren't sure what they want and are just open to all possibilities. With that said…...

Ryan came out of the shower in a pair of drawstring pajama pants and a white wife beater which clung to his body because of the moisture from his shower. His hair was still wet. Marissa looked up and smiled, Ryan couldn't help but smile back. She began to gather things from her shopping bags.

"Thank god I bought pj's, right?"

"Yeah, you should probably bring some stuff over, you'll probably be over often"

Marissa couldn't tell whether he was referring to Seth and Summer hooking up, or if he was referring to themselves, or maybe referring to Seth and Summer with a double meaning of themselves. She decided not to drive herself crazy and analyze it. She grabbed her stuff and headed to the shower. Ryan looked around, finding nothing better to do, he flipped on the TV in the living room. He sorted through the stuff recorded on TiVo, nothing appeased him and he flipped to DVD mode. Last night he had bought and began to watch the U2 Vertigo Tour DVD. He pressed play, un-pausing the DVD, A Beautiful Day began to play, it was followed by New Year's Day and as the opening chords of Miracle Drug began to play, the water in the bathroom turned off. She was coming out. Sure enough less than a minute later Marissa appeared.

She was dressed in the pajama pants, the tank top and she layered the long sleeve shirt over it. Ryan was glad she didn't appear wearing something skimpy, when it came to Marissa, his self control was always low.

"I didn't know you were into U2, Ryan."

"I like them, are you surprised?"

"No, they're cool."

She grabbed the remote from him and sat on the opposite end of the couch resting her feet on his lap. She turned the volume up, Bono began to introduce the next song, it was familiar to Ryan, one of his favorites, he always related the lyrics to his relationship with Marissa.

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've still got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

Marissa wasn't sure whether or not she had heard the song before but it totally hit to her hurt this time. Marissa always wanted to be the tough one, she wanted to be right, she never let Ryan blame himself, and to her Ryan was her world, as much as she denied it she needed him. A small tear rolled down her cheek and Ryan caught glimpse of it before she could wipe it away. He scooted to her end of the couch and hugged her, and within his embrace, she felt safe.

"What's wrong?" he murmured into her ear.

"I don't think I can make it on my own anymore". It was whispered but yet the words rung loud in Ryan's ears. It was a confession like no other.

"You don't have to, I am here, and I love you" he paused, and gathered emotional strength to continue, "I always have, from that day way back in that first year when I couldn't say it, to when you were schmoozing around with the yard guy and Seth's ex-girlfriend. That is my fatal flaw Marissa, no matter what you do, I can't help myself but love you. And now I even own a pink polo from Abercrombie."

They both began to giggle, and together silently watched the rest of the concert. When it finished Ryan turned off the TV and kissed Marissa on the tip of her nose, he pulled a throw blanket over them and turned off the lamp light. Tomorrow would be a new day, with a new start.

Ok. First off, review, second off, tomorrow there will be no update, I will be at a concert after I get back from school and I am even going to miss The O.C. (. And now… I am off to watch LOST ).