Title: The Consequences
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Ryan x Marissa
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: Yep. The R/M thread. I'm just gonna tell you all... I will never attempt to write R/M again. They just... aren't my guy and gal, you know? Maybe I wasn't able to relate, they simply didn't... I don't know. I don't really ship them to be honest. Yeah, they're sweet, and if they're together, they're together. If they're not, they're not. But to be real to the show, they are together. And somebody asked what Ryan felt about all this, being the only virgin, and it just made me want to attempt a R/M perspective on that. Because they are the best friends of the parents-to-be. Well, why not? But the thing took me a damned long time to write and it's not that long! I had writer's block a lot. I thought I would be done with it fast. But while I was blocked, I began to plot out the next chapter, which I promise will revert back to our favourite duo, and all will be well and I will try to have it up quickly! Also, I had a lot of homework/testing lately. Not fun. But here's your R/M for ya.
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"I heard that Summer didn't go through with it."
"Who'd you hear that from?"
"An unusually hyper happy squirrel."
"I see. And this squirrel... what's his name?"
"Seth."
"Well, you heard the truth." Marissa replied with a widespread grin. Ryan admired her beauty while Marissa was jovial. He was glad that Summer didn't go through the abortion, one because it made Seth happy, two because it made Marissa happy. He knew Marissa had had it rough lately, with what happened in TJ, Luke, fighting with her mother... He was just relieved that Marissa was happy now. Although a part of him wished it had been him who had been able to make her like this. But Summer was her best friend. Reasonable enough. "Ryan? Hello? Earth to Ryan?" Marissa waved her hand infront of him, diverting his attention. Ryan offered her one of his signature semi-smiles and stuffed his hands inside of his pockets, waiting for Marissa to finish gathering her belongings before they both left the tennis courts together.
"I'm going to beat you next time." Ryan told her as they walked up towards the country club building. Marissa simply rolled her hazel eyes, flipping a part of her wavy textured hair over a smooth and tanned shoulder.
"Keep dreaming, Ryan." Marissa told him, adjusting the weight of her bag against her shoulder. "I totally whooped you today."
"I let you win." Ryan murmured.
"Did not..." Marissa trailed off, looking at him warily.
"Oh, but I did." Ryan replied. Marissa arched a perfectly tweezed eyebrow at him.
"Was that just sarcasm or have you been hanging around Seth way too much?" Marissa questioned.
"Was that just you being snippy or are you hanging around Summer too much?" Ryan replied, walking past her without another word. Marissa simply grinned and followed him into the Newport country club's indoor pool, sauna, spa and hot tub area. The room was humid and damp, with wooden paneled floors and forest verde tiled walls. Ryan and Marissa placed their belongings on a wooden bench and shed their tennis outfits, which Ryan was more than eager to get out of. Clad in only his swimming trunks, Ryan walked over to the empty hot tub and climbed in, patting the empty area to his left. Marissa, bearing an orange bikini, hopped in beside him. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, beginning to relax.
After a few moments of enjoyable and contemplative silence, Marissa finally spoke up. "I don't know how to register that I'm going to be an aunt." She told him thoughtfully. Ryan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, beckoning her to continue. "It feels so weird... I mean, I'm so happy that Summer is going to keep the baby, but I feel like... I'm behind." Ryan jerked up, splashing water over the edge of the tub and looked at Marissa as if he had just found himself in a hot tub with Luke or anything equally strange.
"What do you mean by... behind?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side. Marissa shrugged, leaning her head back.
"In the 8th grade, Summer and I had all these little ideas. We designed our own entwined future, exactly the way we wanted it to play out." Marissa said, smiling at the memory. "Summer was going to marry Orlando Bloom and have a little girl, and Luke and I were going to have a little boy. We'd raise them together, and our kids would fall in love and get married and we'd be related by marriage." Marissa sighed, chuckling lightly. Ryan nodded, although he felt a stinging pain his heart at the thought of Marissa and Luke getting married and having a little boy together. Luke didn't deserve Marissa or a family of his own. Ass-holes shouldn't reproduce.
"Well, Seth's not exactly Orlando Bloom..." Ryan managed to utter out. Marissa chuckled, a soft grin crossing her face. "And Luke..." He continued, only to be interrupted by Marissa.
"Is out of the picture. For good. Forever." She turned away from him, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Ryan felt himself go back to a feeling of ease, that feeling he always got being around her. "I must sound really silly." She muttered, shaking her head. "It's not good to get wrapped up in fantasy... in what's not real."
"Tell that to Seth." Ryan shrugged. He turned to look at Marissa, meeting her hazel oculars with his dark blue pair. "Your mom told you that, didn't she?" He asked. Marissa nodded slowly. Ryan sighed, shaking his head. Damned Julie. "Do you listen to her anymore?" He asked. Marissa shook her head, a faint and mischevious smile playing across her face.
"No, I don't." She sighed. Ryan nodded and was about to sink back into his seat when Marissa quickly threw her arms around his shouders and buried her head into his shoulder. "And it's because of you that I don't. I wouldn't be this strong without you, Ryan." She admitted, holding him tightly. Ryan moved his arms and wrapped them around the lean and beautiful girl in his sculpted arms. The girl he fell in love with the moment he first met her. "Thank you." She whispered.
"For what?" Ryan asked, stroking her wet hair with his hand.
"Just being there." Marissa replied. She pulled away slightly, keeping her arms loosely planted around him but far enough that she was able to properly look him in the face. "If I tell you something, promise not to tell Seth?" Marissa asked, her voice sounding slightly playful. Ryan blinked.
"Sure." He shrugged.
"I think that to Summer, even though Seth isn't Orlando Bloom, I think that she really believes that he's better. But she won't admit it." Marissa told him. "But I'll admit it."
"Admit that Seth is better than Orlando Bloom?" Ryan asked, completely lost.
"No." Marissa replied softly, shaking her head. "Admit that you're better than Luke." Marissa whispered, leaning into him slightly. Ryan felt a flood of euphoria run through him. "And every day... and every night, I wish that I never lost my virginity to him." Marissa added, her sweet eyes welling up with transparent tears. Ryan reached his hand up, wiping away a sole tear that dripped down her cheek. "Have you ever regretted something so much, Ryan?" She asked, feeling too amashed to look him in the eye and instead concentrating on the foam bubbling up at the corners of the hot tub.
"I regret a lot of things..." Ryan replied dismissively. "None like... that, though." He added, feeling at ease to confide in her. Marissa looked at him, her eyebrows knitted together in perplexity before smoothing out once again in understanding.
"Oh, you're still a..."
"Yeah." Ryan nodded, scratching his ear distractedly.
"You're lucky." Marissa told him honestly.
"I just never got around to it." Ryan shrugged.
"Too busy burning down houses and going to juvie?"
"It was an all boys' juvie." Ryan added, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly. "Anyway..." He truly did want to change the topic, and fast. Marissa didn't seem to express the same feelings when she put her hand tenderly on his upper arm.
"Ryan, I-" She cut herself off, debating whether or not to speak her mind. "I have nothing to lose, I could... help..." She trailed off. "I've already done it, and Summer said it was better the second time, and..."
"Marissa..." Ryan didn't know how to respond to that. He was a guy, yes. Being the only virgin when even his best friend wasn't, was a bit strange. He loved Marissa, and yet, regardless of all of these facts... "No." He shook his head, turning away. "When it happens, it should be natural... and not out of pity."
"I don't pity you. I lo-" Marissa finished, a faint laugh flowed from her lips. "You're right." She smiled. "I don't know what came over me. I just..." Marissa shook her head, "I don't know. I guess it was only... natural." She stated cooly. There was an uncomfortable pause before Marissa placed her hands on the edge of the hot tub, pulling herself up. "I'm just going to-" Ryan interrupted her by wrapping his hand around her small wrist and pulling her back down into him, their lips falling against each other in unision. Ryan's grip quickly loosened from her hand, moving instead to be planted at the small of her back and hold her close to him while Marissa pressed her hands up against his chest, although her concentration was far more spent in the gliding of their lips across one another's. Their kiss was passionate, long and drawn out, breath-taking and yet they breathed new life into each other all at the same time. Finally, in desperation for oxygen, the two broke apart, staring at each other with wide eyes. Where did they go from here?
"I... can't." Ryan breathed out. Marissa frowned, fearing that Ryan was disgusted by her... by the kiss... by that hot kiss.
"Can't do what?" She asked, her voice drawing out in a husky tone.
"Can't sleep with you, not this soon after what happened with Luke. It's not that I don't want to. But I can't. I won't do that to you." He shrugged.
"Thanks, Ryan. I don't think I can either, really. I might've done something I regretted, but I didn't." She admitted, blushing a faint salmon hue.
"So... what did that mean?" Ryan asked, pushing some of his damp blonde hair out of his face.
"I don't know. I think it meant we're more than friends."
"I think we are." Ryan nodded in agreement. Another spell of tactiturnity began to fall over the two, before Marissa broke it by leaning in again, kissing Ryan's lips with hers and draping her arms over his shoulders. Ryan's strong arms wrapped around her slim waist, and the two stayed there in their quiet and intimate moment, kissing until they wrinkled to prunes in the little hot tub where after the influence of their horn-dog friends, they decided to be more than friends, and to be less than lovers. What exactly would become of their fate was yet unknown, but what was known was the blissful feeling of being in each other's arms, the comfort they shared, and the wet kisses that might possibly last a lifetime.
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*Frustrated kick* Grr. R/M. Never again! Never again! Yuck. That was horrible.
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Ryan x Marissa
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: Yep. The R/M thread. I'm just gonna tell you all... I will never attempt to write R/M again. They just... aren't my guy and gal, you know? Maybe I wasn't able to relate, they simply didn't... I don't know. I don't really ship them to be honest. Yeah, they're sweet, and if they're together, they're together. If they're not, they're not. But to be real to the show, they are together. And somebody asked what Ryan felt about all this, being the only virgin, and it just made me want to attempt a R/M perspective on that. Because they are the best friends of the parents-to-be. Well, why not? But the thing took me a damned long time to write and it's not that long! I had writer's block a lot. I thought I would be done with it fast. But while I was blocked, I began to plot out the next chapter, which I promise will revert back to our favourite duo, and all will be well and I will try to have it up quickly! Also, I had a lot of homework/testing lately. Not fun. But here's your R/M for ya.
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"I heard that Summer didn't go through with it."
"Who'd you hear that from?"
"An unusually hyper happy squirrel."
"I see. And this squirrel... what's his name?"
"Seth."
"Well, you heard the truth." Marissa replied with a widespread grin. Ryan admired her beauty while Marissa was jovial. He was glad that Summer didn't go through the abortion, one because it made Seth happy, two because it made Marissa happy. He knew Marissa had had it rough lately, with what happened in TJ, Luke, fighting with her mother... He was just relieved that Marissa was happy now. Although a part of him wished it had been him who had been able to make her like this. But Summer was her best friend. Reasonable enough. "Ryan? Hello? Earth to Ryan?" Marissa waved her hand infront of him, diverting his attention. Ryan offered her one of his signature semi-smiles and stuffed his hands inside of his pockets, waiting for Marissa to finish gathering her belongings before they both left the tennis courts together.
"I'm going to beat you next time." Ryan told her as they walked up towards the country club building. Marissa simply rolled her hazel eyes, flipping a part of her wavy textured hair over a smooth and tanned shoulder.
"Keep dreaming, Ryan." Marissa told him, adjusting the weight of her bag against her shoulder. "I totally whooped you today."
"I let you win." Ryan murmured.
"Did not..." Marissa trailed off, looking at him warily.
"Oh, but I did." Ryan replied. Marissa arched a perfectly tweezed eyebrow at him.
"Was that just sarcasm or have you been hanging around Seth way too much?" Marissa questioned.
"Was that just you being snippy or are you hanging around Summer too much?" Ryan replied, walking past her without another word. Marissa simply grinned and followed him into the Newport country club's indoor pool, sauna, spa and hot tub area. The room was humid and damp, with wooden paneled floors and forest verde tiled walls. Ryan and Marissa placed their belongings on a wooden bench and shed their tennis outfits, which Ryan was more than eager to get out of. Clad in only his swimming trunks, Ryan walked over to the empty hot tub and climbed in, patting the empty area to his left. Marissa, bearing an orange bikini, hopped in beside him. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, beginning to relax.
After a few moments of enjoyable and contemplative silence, Marissa finally spoke up. "I don't know how to register that I'm going to be an aunt." She told him thoughtfully. Ryan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, beckoning her to continue. "It feels so weird... I mean, I'm so happy that Summer is going to keep the baby, but I feel like... I'm behind." Ryan jerked up, splashing water over the edge of the tub and looked at Marissa as if he had just found himself in a hot tub with Luke or anything equally strange.
"What do you mean by... behind?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side. Marissa shrugged, leaning her head back.
"In the 8th grade, Summer and I had all these little ideas. We designed our own entwined future, exactly the way we wanted it to play out." Marissa said, smiling at the memory. "Summer was going to marry Orlando Bloom and have a little girl, and Luke and I were going to have a little boy. We'd raise them together, and our kids would fall in love and get married and we'd be related by marriage." Marissa sighed, chuckling lightly. Ryan nodded, although he felt a stinging pain his heart at the thought of Marissa and Luke getting married and having a little boy together. Luke didn't deserve Marissa or a family of his own. Ass-holes shouldn't reproduce.
"Well, Seth's not exactly Orlando Bloom..." Ryan managed to utter out. Marissa chuckled, a soft grin crossing her face. "And Luke..." He continued, only to be interrupted by Marissa.
"Is out of the picture. For good. Forever." She turned away from him, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Ryan felt himself go back to a feeling of ease, that feeling he always got being around her. "I must sound really silly." She muttered, shaking her head. "It's not good to get wrapped up in fantasy... in what's not real."
"Tell that to Seth." Ryan shrugged. He turned to look at Marissa, meeting her hazel oculars with his dark blue pair. "Your mom told you that, didn't she?" He asked. Marissa nodded slowly. Ryan sighed, shaking his head. Damned Julie. "Do you listen to her anymore?" He asked. Marissa shook her head, a faint and mischevious smile playing across her face.
"No, I don't." She sighed. Ryan nodded and was about to sink back into his seat when Marissa quickly threw her arms around his shouders and buried her head into his shoulder. "And it's because of you that I don't. I wouldn't be this strong without you, Ryan." She admitted, holding him tightly. Ryan moved his arms and wrapped them around the lean and beautiful girl in his sculpted arms. The girl he fell in love with the moment he first met her. "Thank you." She whispered.
"For what?" Ryan asked, stroking her wet hair with his hand.
"Just being there." Marissa replied. She pulled away slightly, keeping her arms loosely planted around him but far enough that she was able to properly look him in the face. "If I tell you something, promise not to tell Seth?" Marissa asked, her voice sounding slightly playful. Ryan blinked.
"Sure." He shrugged.
"I think that to Summer, even though Seth isn't Orlando Bloom, I think that she really believes that he's better. But she won't admit it." Marissa told him. "But I'll admit it."
"Admit that Seth is better than Orlando Bloom?" Ryan asked, completely lost.
"No." Marissa replied softly, shaking her head. "Admit that you're better than Luke." Marissa whispered, leaning into him slightly. Ryan felt a flood of euphoria run through him. "And every day... and every night, I wish that I never lost my virginity to him." Marissa added, her sweet eyes welling up with transparent tears. Ryan reached his hand up, wiping away a sole tear that dripped down her cheek. "Have you ever regretted something so much, Ryan?" She asked, feeling too amashed to look him in the eye and instead concentrating on the foam bubbling up at the corners of the hot tub.
"I regret a lot of things..." Ryan replied dismissively. "None like... that, though." He added, feeling at ease to confide in her. Marissa looked at him, her eyebrows knitted together in perplexity before smoothing out once again in understanding.
"Oh, you're still a..."
"Yeah." Ryan nodded, scratching his ear distractedly.
"You're lucky." Marissa told him honestly.
"I just never got around to it." Ryan shrugged.
"Too busy burning down houses and going to juvie?"
"It was an all boys' juvie." Ryan added, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly. "Anyway..." He truly did want to change the topic, and fast. Marissa didn't seem to express the same feelings when she put her hand tenderly on his upper arm.
"Ryan, I-" She cut herself off, debating whether or not to speak her mind. "I have nothing to lose, I could... help..." She trailed off. "I've already done it, and Summer said it was better the second time, and..."
"Marissa..." Ryan didn't know how to respond to that. He was a guy, yes. Being the only virgin when even his best friend wasn't, was a bit strange. He loved Marissa, and yet, regardless of all of these facts... "No." He shook his head, turning away. "When it happens, it should be natural... and not out of pity."
"I don't pity you. I lo-" Marissa finished, a faint laugh flowed from her lips. "You're right." She smiled. "I don't know what came over me. I just..." Marissa shook her head, "I don't know. I guess it was only... natural." She stated cooly. There was an uncomfortable pause before Marissa placed her hands on the edge of the hot tub, pulling herself up. "I'm just going to-" Ryan interrupted her by wrapping his hand around her small wrist and pulling her back down into him, their lips falling against each other in unision. Ryan's grip quickly loosened from her hand, moving instead to be planted at the small of her back and hold her close to him while Marissa pressed her hands up against his chest, although her concentration was far more spent in the gliding of their lips across one another's. Their kiss was passionate, long and drawn out, breath-taking and yet they breathed new life into each other all at the same time. Finally, in desperation for oxygen, the two broke apart, staring at each other with wide eyes. Where did they go from here?
"I... can't." Ryan breathed out. Marissa frowned, fearing that Ryan was disgusted by her... by the kiss... by that hot kiss.
"Can't do what?" She asked, her voice drawing out in a husky tone.
"Can't sleep with you, not this soon after what happened with Luke. It's not that I don't want to. But I can't. I won't do that to you." He shrugged.
"Thanks, Ryan. I don't think I can either, really. I might've done something I regretted, but I didn't." She admitted, blushing a faint salmon hue.
"So... what did that mean?" Ryan asked, pushing some of his damp blonde hair out of his face.
"I don't know. I think it meant we're more than friends."
"I think we are." Ryan nodded in agreement. Another spell of tactiturnity began to fall over the two, before Marissa broke it by leaning in again, kissing Ryan's lips with hers and draping her arms over his shoulders. Ryan's strong arms wrapped around her slim waist, and the two stayed there in their quiet and intimate moment, kissing until they wrinkled to prunes in the little hot tub where after the influence of their horn-dog friends, they decided to be more than friends, and to be less than lovers. What exactly would become of their fate was yet unknown, but what was known was the blissful feeling of being in each other's arms, the comfort they shared, and the wet kisses that might possibly last a lifetime.
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*Frustrated kick* Grr. R/M. Never again! Never again! Yuck. That was horrible.