Title: Missing Her
Author: newportbeachbabe
Rating: PG
Summary: 500 word drabble. Ryan misses his girlfriend.
Spoilers: Up to 3x12, or something like that.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, Marissa would have been a good girlfriend and Ryan would punch more.
A/N: Third drabble. Goodness gracious, I'm on a roll. Also written at 2:30, so if there are errors, my apologies.
A/N #2: This is not a Marissa Death Fic. Takes place sometime mid-season 3. Before Johnny dies.
Ryan sits next to his girlfriend and misses her. They are sitting side by side, thighs gently touching, silky skin against rough jeans. And he misses her.
He misses the girl who first bummed a cigarette off of him. The one who practically gave him a hard-on with one flirtatious look.
He misses the girl who will stay at the hospital just because he is. The girl who had to beg him to go to a party.
Hell, he even misses the girl who would get smashed and almost get him arrested.
Anything has got to better than this.
This is the limbo that he lives in now. This is kissing with no tongue. This is a boring relationship where he gives and gives and never gets.
Now, he is turned away from the hospital. Not even given a chance to be supportive. It he who does the begging, he who does the cajoling, he who has to be social.
She is too busy being social with her new friends. It seems she has forgotten about the old ones.
Ryan misses his girlfriend. He misses playful banter and best dates ever. He longs for the days when their biggest problem was an old flame.
He wishes he could get into one simple fight. A fight with some assholes on the opposing water polo team over a dumb remark.
There are days when he wants to stop using his head and start using his heart again. Maybe his heart has fists and a short temper, but it makes him feel good about who he was.
But then there are moments. Moments where Ryan doesn't miss his girlfriend. Moments when he is happy and remembers that he really does love this girl.
Moments where she surprises him one morning. Or moments when she still turns to him to save her and only her.
These moments are few and sparse, but he takes what he can get.
The little voice in his head says he should end it. Ever since she went to public school, things haven't been the same. There's been a difference, a gap, a chasm.
The chasm was barely a centimeter wide for the whole summer. Ryan doesn't understand why a shooting can bring them closer and different schools can spread them apart.
He has never been good at listening to his little voice. Quite frankly, he finds the little voice an annoying pain in the ass. There are days he wants to take a hammer and kill the little voice.
Ryan puts his hand over her shoulder and she leans into him. A smile spreads across his face at this little gesture.
That was a moment. A moment where he feels loved and knows that, no matter what, he won't give up that love.
His girlfriend looks up at him and comments on what a boring movie it is. He nods in agreement and bends down to kiss her, tongue and all.
Right now, he doesn't miss his girlfriend.