Chapter Nine
Ryan reluctantly heard the doorbell ring, and darted up to answer this frantic call. As he opened it, his face lit up, as a gorgeous female fell into his arms comfortably.
Marissa whispered into his ear. "I was kinda lonely, so I came here. You in for a walk on the beach?" Marissa suggested, as her arms were wrapped around Ryan, allowing her to hang from his neck gently.
"Luke just left back to Portland, baby. That leaves the rest of the night," He paused smoothly. "For you." He embraced Marissa in a deep kiss, infront of the dimly lit front door, in the late evening. After the immaculate kiss, he took her soft hand, and entangled it with his, leading her down the front steps, walking slowly out of the driveway. After a while of hand-inhand strides, under the moonlight and golden stars, Marissa and Ryan finally realised the that they were on the beach, as the sand made its way in their sandles, and the waves of the ocean, crashing into the shore were thundering. They sat down on the sand, cuddling amorously in eachother's arms. Marissa lay her dark brown hair, on Ryan's shoulder. After a moment of relaxing silence, Marissa turned to Ryan, and she smiled her heavenly smile. She turned her whole body towards him, escaping his comfortable and safe grip.
Marissa leaned in to kiss him, and before she knew it, she was well on top of Ryan, engaging in a passionate kiss. His hair was in friction with the sand, underneath him. Marissa was smiling, as she knew she caught Ryan by surprise, in the moment of calm peace. Both breathless, they sat down again. Marissa gazed flirtaciously into Ryan's eyes, and mentioned. "Have you ever been told how amazing of a kisser you are?" Marissa complimented, looking deep into Ryan's eyes, ready for another session.
"You'd be surprised," He grinned scrumtiously. "Plenty of times." He joked, and then leaned in again to kiss his girlfriend. He held her chin graciously as she padded his back. When Ryan stopped he asked, "Have you ever been told how great of a kisser you are?"
"Well, ocassionally." Marissa smiled, laying her head back into Ryan's chest, both gazing at the wondrous stars. Ryan caressed Marissa's hand, tickling it gently. Marissa kept thinking, that this was the most amazing feeling she ever felt. She couldn't quite arrange it in her mind. She didn't think she was possibly ready to acknowledge "love"- it was so unknown and official. But this was definitely more then just the highschool sweethearts kinda flick.
Ryan blinked, as he studied the repeated pattern of the waves, as they crashed into one another. He thought, about Marissa constantly. There was only one person in the world, that could fit perfectly on his shoulder- she was the one. Although, stereotypically, all guys want is bang, bang, bang without any passion, but Ryan, spite his reputation, felt that Marissa was this beautiful, amazing girl, that he never wanted to let go. He was scared of letting go of her sweet hand, because even just that simple gesture, meant the world to him- it was just so perfect.
The two sat there silently, concentrating on their feelings, sitting at ease in eachother's arms. The wind would ocsasionally swoosh around them, causing Ryan and Marissa to hug tighter, protecting themselves from the chill of the evening breeze. Minutes, then hours seem to go by, without it feeling like mere seconds. Ryan and Marissa felt so- perfect.
As perfect as Marissa and Ryan were feeling just this moment, Summer was frantically trying to fall asleep. The night was dancing around her, and the silence was blinding. She couldn't stop thinking about her unacceptable outburst at the Cohen's. She decided to pester Marissa Cooper with her problems. She grabbed her cellphone indignantly, realising it would probably be too late for her to use the phone- but since the cell phone era, who used house phones anyways? Summer carefully dialed Marissa's phone number, and waited for the silly brunette to answer.
Marissa was still cuddled in Ryan's arms, and when she heard her cell phone ringing, it made her jump about three feet. She blushed, and then answered it angrily. "Hello?" Marissa was annoyed, as she was just experiencing one of the most perfect moments of her life, and there goes Summer to wreck it.
"Whoa, sorry Coop. Is this a bad time?" Summer senced the anger in Marissa's voice.
"No," Marissa snapped, "What's going on?"
"I can't sleep." Summer said shyly, knowing Marissa was quite busy. She was flustered by the fact that she was bugging her best friend, for no apparent reason at all.
Marissa groaned, and sighed. "Do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?" Marissa hissed, annoyance clear in her voice. Ryan was looking at Marissa, appauled. Both Ryan, and Summer senced the unnecessary sarcasm in her voice.
"Well no. Coop! What's going on?"
"Nothing at all, I'll be at your place in 10 minutes." Marissa spat angrily into the phone, and clicked it off. She put an apologetic pout on her face, swooping down on Ryan's lips, to snatch one more blissful kiss before her depart.
"You mind walking me home?" Marissa looked into Ryan's stunned eyes.
"Yeah, no problem. Better tell Summer you're going to be a little late…" Ryan responded slyly.
"Umm… why?" Without further response, Ryan cupped Marissa in his strong arms, allowing her to lay in his arms, laughing magically. Ryan grinned, as he saw the surprise on Marissa's face. To surprise her even more, while Marissa was in his arms, he tackled her with one more warm, and avid kiss. Ryan pulled away slowly from the kiss, looking at Marissa's closed, and spellbound eyes. She inhaled ecstatically, then she whispered gently into Ryan's ear, tickling his eardrums. "We've been together before," She paused, still grinning, "But this is by far, the best thing that has ever happened to my life." Marissa then, with promenant love peppering her face, she caressed Ryan's neck gracefully with soft kisses, and gentle licks with her tongue. Ryan was smiling, one hand wrapped around Marissa's tiny waist, and another one softly holding her legs. He was enjoying the tickling sensation, on his neck.
In a matter of time, Ryan had carried Marissa safely back to her house, and after a long, beautious kiss, they parted. Marissa glumly collapsed into her car, and turned the engine on. She wandered to Summer's house, in the middle of the night. Once she finally arrived at Summer's house, she noticed a huge crisis on her friend's back.
"Sorry for bugging you, Coop." Summer said guiltily, facing the ground, as she noticed Marissa was quite irritated.
"What's going on?" Marissa asked with genuine worry. "Is everything okay?"
"Well yes, and no, at the same time." Summer looked back up, a little more confident this time, when she noticed the anger from Marissa's face had dissappeared, and had been replaced with worry. Marissa looked indulgently into Summer's eyes, hoping they would reveal the situation- but they didn't. So Marissa had to swallow her anticipation, walking up the stairs into Summer's room.