Disclaimer- Again nothing but Piper, but if I did their would be a shirtless Ryan in are mist or moresmiles uncontrollably

Towels

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Ryan held his hand on the ignition. He wasn't letting her go. Again.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know my hotel. Try to figure out weather or not you wanted this to happen."

"Wanted this to happen? I'm married to a girl I don't know." He stuck up his hand so the gold band could glisten in the sun.

"You're still wearing it? She had a bit of disbelief in her voice. 'I took mine off the minute I saw it.'

"Actually, it kind of got stuck." He let a smile fade across is face.

"What are we going to do? I'm too young to be married."

"Whoa, just out of concern for my ass how old are you?"

"Don't worry not that young I'm 24." She smiled at the way he freaked out.

'Now I know why I went out with her she's gorgeous'

This wasn't a lie. One of his coworkers walked by and he fell silent in till he was out of voice range.

"Do you want to go to some where more private? I don't want my coworkers to know I got married to woman I met once and I don't know anything about."

"Umm sure. How about the diner down the street?"

"I'll meet you there."

"Good, but could you take your hand off mine so I can drive?" He still had his hand on hers to prevent her from driving off.

"Right." His said it embarrassed, and she noticed.

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Fifteen minutes Piper pulled into the 'Hawthorne Diner and Bakery' (A/N I'm listening to Hawthorne Heights right now) with Ryan just behind her. She turned of her car and crawled out, walking towards the door. Ryan got out of his car and ran ahead of her, opening the door for her. The ringing of the bell alerted Mrs. Hawthorne who came out from behind the counter with to menus. Ryan and Piper sat in the table farthest from the door and all the way in the corner.

"So, this is awkward." He looked at her eyes which were wandering everywhere but, weren't looking at him.

Mrs. Hawthorne gave Ryan the menus and stood there her eyes burning into his skull.

"What?" He was confused.

"I was just wondering why you were cheating on your wife."

Piper looked up at the rather plump 50s something woman.

"Excuse me, what do you mean?" Ryan was thinking about ways to escape but she was blocking the way out of the booth.

"Lets see you have a ring she doesn't, you come to a diner which not many couples come to, you both showed up in different cars, and she doesn't seem to know what she's doing here."

"Ahh… I uh." He was flustered and didn't know what to say. 'Why don't you butt out?'

"My ring is getting resized. And as for the cars and the diner, I came from my Mom's while he came from work; this diner was in the middle of the two. Oh, and I'm here because I want to be. Thank you and I'll take a Diet Coke."

Mrs. Hawthorne took her order and turned to Ryan.

"Coffee, thanks."

Mrs. Hawthorne walked off with a smug look on her face.

Ryan turned back to Piper.

"Thanks. I didn't know what to say."

"That much was apparent."

"So can you tell I'm embarrassed?"

"Every."

"Piper right?"

"Yep and your Ryan."

"You remembered?"
"I was drunk not an amnesia victim. What do we do?"
"Get a divorce."

Both Ryan and Piper fell silent as Mrs. Hawthorne returned with drink orders and to take their food orders.

"I'm not hungry do you want anything?" Ryan looked at Piper for an answer.

"No, I ate before I came."

Mrs. Hawthorne looked put out as she walked behind the counter.

"How do you suppose we do that?"

"It depends can you afford it or not."

"I know I can't. You?"

"I just had surgery. I can't afford rent."
Piper looked up at him she had noticed the scar when they had met before but she didn't know how he had gotten it.

"How di…?

"Don't ask." Ryan had snapped at her without noticing it.

Piper eyes filled with terror he had yelled at her and she couldn't handle getting yelled at anymore. Ryan catching the tear that fell down her face tried to apologize.

"Look I'm sorry, it's a sore subject like you being yelled at."

Piper looked up and smiled she had already stopped the tears before they could all come.

"I don't like getting yelled at." 'Why am I telling him this? I don't like talking about what he did to me.'

"Can I ask why?"

"I don't like to talk about it."

"Any way I get paid in a couple of weeks I'll afford it then."

"I'd hate for you to pay for it all by yourself. In a month, I'll be able to pay for some of it."

"What do you do anyway? I don't remember you telling me when we went out."

"I write, for newspapers and stuff."

"So you're like a journalist."

She smiled. "Kinda."

"Here." He gave him his number and address.

"I already have it."

"Wow, you were faster then me when it came to finding each other."

She laughed at his face.

"Where are you staying?"

"The Flacon Motel"

"Are you serious?" 'That place wasn't fit for a crack addict much less his wife. His wife? Dammit Ryan stop!'

"I told you I couldn't afford the Divorce."

"Fine it's settled you're staying with me."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't worry I have a guest bedroom"

"Okay but I need to stop at my room, or old room." Again she smiled.

He got out of the booth and put a 10 dollar bill on the table then he took her hand and led her out the door.

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