Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or places mentioned in this story. If I did, I would not be writing this.

A/N: This is my first published fan fiction. It is a work in process and advice is greatly accepted. So if you have an idea about part of it let me know.

Summary: Alex is gone, but Marissa regrets it...

Marissa:

I watched her walk away; the way she walked reflected her sadness. As soon as I couldn't see her anymore it all made sense, the way I felt about her, our relationship, everything. I wanted to run after her and tell her everything that just happened was a mistake.

That was eight months ago, and there isn't a minute that goes by that I do not think about her. I wish it had made sense while we were together. We probably still would be. I think about where she might be now, back with her family, school somewhere... who knows. She doesn't work at the Bait Shop anymore; no one knows where she went to.

I think about her at night the most, when the other side of my bed is empty and cold. I miss her holding on to me as I sleep, some nights; it was the only thing that helped me sleep. Now I barely get any sleep because all I do is think about her. When I do sleep, I dream about her, her gorgeous blue eyes and her soft lips, the subtle purple streak, the butterfly tattoo...all of her.

All I had to do was go after her and say sorry, that I meant none of it and that I was scared, it was all new to me. But I didn't, I was too scared. She has probably moved on and forgotten me. I wish at times that I could, but she is always the one I think about, the only one I think about.

I remember how two days after it ended all of my stuff was waiting on my front steps. No note, just two suitcases with my clothes and two boxes with some other things. I really wished I had the courage to go to her apartment and tell her. Tell her I love her and I always have. I was scared at first because it felt like the first relationship I could see really lasting.

According to my blackberry it is 2:34 AM and on my cell phone it says it is 2:36 AM. I find myself up a lot just thinking about her. I think about ways to win her back or the day I finally have enough courage to call her or try to find here. I think I might have the courage, but... It is hard, I was the one who treated her badly, she probably... I don't know... That's it, tomorrow; I'm going to find her.

Alex:

I walked away, just like that, I let her down. I let her go like she never meant anything, but that wasn't the problem, she meant everything. I fell so hard and fast for her. Too hard and too fast, because before I knew it, she wasn't there to catch me when I finally landed. It was the toughest fall I had ever encountered yet.

Well that was eight months ago, and there isn't a moment that goes by, when I don't think about her. I though everything was great with us, well I did until her and that boy started hanging out again. I thought I would go home, back to my family, finish high school. But now I don't know where to go. I left Newport a week after her and I broke up or a week after I walked away.

When I try to sleep at night I think of her the most. When I want to cuddle up to her and her side of the bed is empty and cold. There has been no one who has taken her side of the bed and the only person that I want there is her...

I sometimes wonder if she would still be by my side if I hadn't let go so easily. Maybe she was testing me and I failed, miserably, because I let go after only one minor hiccup.

I went back to our apartment and packed all of her stuff into her suitcases. I let it sit there for a day before I decided I should pack up the rest of her stuff. I put various things in two boxes I had lying around. It was one more day before I dropped it by her house. I didn't leave a note or anything, just her two suitcases and two boxes. The notes I tried to write all told her how I really felt about her. The one I almost left read:

Marissa,

I love you.

Sorry,

Alex

It was the only think I could really think of saying to her. For some reason at the time it felt like the first real relationship that might have actually lasted

I looked at the digital display on my phone for the time, 5:34 AM and on the digital clock next to my bed it says 5:36 AM. That means it is 2:34 or 2:36 AM at home in Newport. Maybe tomorrow I will try to call her, the worst that can happen is that she changed her number. Tomorrow I'm going to call her.

Marissa:

I woke up at 2:30 that afternoon. I drove up to LA, in hopes to find her. I also had to face the last person I ever wanted to see again. When I knocked on the door, it was quickly opened.

The short Latino girl was surprised to see me. "Whoa, what are you doing here?

"I was wondering if you knew where she is. I haven't seen or spoken to her in eight months, I figured you might know where she is..." I said as I looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I know what makes you think I would tell you where she is though? What are you going to do for me?" The Latino woman said matter of factly.

"Please... I just really need to find her. I just need to see her again and talk to her again..." I stood on this girl's, who I barely know, doorstep pleading.

"Boston, I spoke with her two weeks ago last. Let me get you her number... just to warn you, she has moved on." The Latino girl went to get the phone number and handed it to me. "I assume that is all you need."

"Thank you." I said before she walked back inside and closed the door. I stood there a bit longer staring at the small piece of paper with ten digits. Those ten digits meant everything to me now. I really wanted to call her, but what the Latino girl just told me, makes me scared. Hey, at least I will have tried and not wondered the rest of my life if I just called that one time.

I went back to my car and started the long car ride back to Newport, the last place I wanted to go. I got stuck in traffic and it ended up taking me four hours to get back to the house on haunted hill.

I got back and went straight to bed. I was so tired. I learned that she now over 3,000 miles away, the visit to LA to see the Latino girl wasn't much help either.

Alex:

I woke up 2:34 that afternoon. I laid in for a little while before going for a run. I only go for a run when I am absolutely upset. For some reason, last night I had this dream with her in it, I wasn't in it though. She was in LA and she went to go visit my ex to where I was. My ex lied to her and said that I was over her. In the dream she waited a little while before leaving and she looked shocked at the news. I wish I could have been there to tell her that there was no one else and I had yet to move on.

As I ran through Boston Common that night, I thought about Marissa more and more and I knew that I had to do something. Eight months of wondering and hoping had done nothing for me. I needed to actually try. When I got back to my apartment I got ready for the day. I prepared myself for the phone call I was about to make. I sat down with the phone in hand for an hour before I actually decided I couldn't do just yet. I call my ex for some advice. It was about 5 at night in LA so I figured it would be okay.

"Hey, what's up?" My ex answered.

"Not much, I was just thinking about something. I thought I might call you to get some advice..." I sort of sounded desperate and I hated it.

"I had a visitor today, about an hour ago." My ex teased.

"Really now, who might it have been?"

"That ex girl-friend of yours, the one who came with you when you came looking for some of your stuff." My ex said plainly with out hesitation.

"Her? As in her, the one and only her?" I asked because there was no way I was about to believe my ex.

"Yes, tall, brunette, skinny, too skinny, nice hair, rich...drives a red Mustang." My ex described her as though she was standing right in front of her.

"Well...what did she ask about?" I inquired anxious as hell to find out why she had driven two hours to see my ex.

"Well she was asking about—oh wait a minute, I have call coming in." My ex quickly put me on hold before I could protest. I waited on the phone for ten minutes before my ex got back on. "Hey, I have to go, this is an important call and I need to take it. It was great talking to you Alex, I'll call you later." Before I knew it my ex hung up on me and all I heard was the dial tone.

I laid back down and stared up at my ceiling. I wondered what she had said to my ex, why would she have called my ex. What did she tell my ex, what did she ask about... ME? Maybe, it is possible, she would have had no other reason to call my ex. I am over 3,000 miles away from her and my ex was no help at all.