Chapter Fourteen
"You heard the woman, let's go, Marissa." Ryan urged anticipatedly, "What's there to think about?"
"If you didn't think about sex 99 of the time, you would realise that Summer is going through a crisis. Besides, we desperately need to talk, Ryan." Marissa looked into Ryan's eyes, warning him that those words, that every man dreaded, were actually something to dread. Ryan looked at Marissa's serious face, and understood that she didn't have her familiar laugh lines plastered on her face, for a particular reason. He gulped, endearingly looking at Marissa. He wished he hadn't urged her to actually follow through with Summer's more-so mockery then order.
"My ears are yours, baby." Ryan said, to calm Marissa's anger, and seriousness. A small smile whipped around in the corner of her lips, but before Ryan could thoroughly identify it as a smile, it flashed away, and her face returned to the serious Marissa, he hadn't seen before.
"Ryan," She paused, "This relationship is going too fast. I can't catch up with you. Yesterday we were making out, today we're thinking about sex- what is this?" She stopped for a second to gather up her thoughts. "I can't go at your pace. Call me whatever you want, judge me however you please. I don't want this to turn out like it did last time." Marissa hinted to when they slept together last time, then broke up. "I want this to last. I want our first time as a couple again, to be special. And I don't want it soon. I love you, and you know that. But I just can't go so fast. Slow down. Life's so long, we don't have to rush. I already have a lot of crap on my mind to care about consequences."
"I'm not going to pressure you." Ryan stated clearly, after hearing his girlfriend's announcements. "You wanna go find out what's bugging Summer?"
"Yes. But keep it on the down low. Seth can't find out. It's going to be like a mission Ryan, a mission." Marissa said, in a sexy F.B.I. agent voice, smiling at Ryan who clearly understood the wave Marissa was speaking at.
"Seth can't find out." Ryan repeated, as if trying to process in his mind what Marissa was telling him so secretly.
"Seth can't find out, what?" Seth appeared from down the hall, apparently listening to a bulk of the conversation. Marissa and Ryan shot eachother a frantic glance.
"Seth can't find out about the surprise party we're throwing him. Oh crap. I let it slip." Marissa tried to lie- everyone knew she was no good.
"What can't I find out, guys?" Seth pressed, one hand against the wall, listening curiously to his friends' statements.
"Should we tell him?" Ryan asked Marissa, deviously. Obviously they weren't going to tell him about the 'mission'. Marissa nodded seriously, urging herself not to laugh.
"Well, Seth. We were actually not planning to tell you about the night we spent together… the romantic, blissful night. We thought it was too, graphic and gruesome for your little ears to hear."
"Ew. Spare me the details." Seth pretended to gag, "If that's what you were talking about, then I needn't no a thing more." Seth turned to leave, leaving Marissa and Ryan on the burk of exploding with laughter.
"That was a close one, agent Ryan." Marissa raised her eyebrow, spun around, and made a gun with her hand by touching her two thumbs and two index fingers together, while crossing the rest of the fingers. She turned, as if being reeled in by Ryan. When she was well into his chest, she turned her head to give Ryan a sophisticated F.B.I. kiss. "Are you ready to rumble?" Marissa asked pleasantly.
"You bet, agent Marissa." They both ran out of the house, un-agentlike. They raced eachother to Ryan's car, and went to sit inside it. Marissa once more leaned in, to give Ryan a kiss, this time more Marissa-like rather then agenty.
" Mission 1- complete." Ryan said, referring to Marissa's experienced kiss- her perfect strokes of her tongue, on his, the amazing way she knew just where to touch to get Ryan happy…
" Mission 2, destination: Roberts Residence." Marissa announced, speaking sillily into her watch pretending it was some sort of device. The two were really into the whole F.B.I. fling. Once they arrived to Summer's house, they abruptly knocked on the door, only to see Summer's father peering at them.
"Is Summer here?" Marissa asked smiling at Summer's dad.
"Yeah, she is. She's in her room, you know where to find her." With that, the house was completely to their use. Marissa and Ryan galloped up the stairs, and stopped right infront of Summer's doors.
"Should we knock?" Marissa whispered almost silently, hearing the soft sobs of Summer at the other end of the room.
"Mmm… no. I definitely don't think so. We should go right in." Ryan announced, silently.
"Right in, it is." Marissa swung the door open, hoping that she hadn't. Regret pounded thoroughly in her mind, and her heart's consistent beats were booming in her ears. She gulped. It wasn't a pretty sight. Zack looked at the unexpected visitors, and released his lips from Summer's. Summer, shocked, continued to sit on her bed, slowly lowering her hands from where Zack's face had been seconds ago.
"Oh God." Summer whispered silently, looking completely unaware of the dreadful consequences of kissing Zack. She loved Seth- she knew it, Marissa knew it too.
"I better go." ryan grabbed his coat, that was hastily thrown on the chair upon his arrival. "Bye Sum." Zack, for no apparent reason at all, felt guilty. He didn't know Seth was in love with Summer- but he senced something was really, really wrong. When Zach slammed the door behind him, leaving as quickly as he could.
"You guys wouldn't understand." Summer said, "You just wouldn't."
"What is there to understand, Summer? You love Seth. You make out with Zach. What IS there to UNDERSTAND!" Marissa snapped angrily, knowing Seth depended on Summer, more then the world. He would certainly break down, seeing Summer with Zack.
"He asked me out, okay?" Summer begged for sympathy. "I kissed Seth to see if I had the 'feeling'. I kissed Zack to see if I had the 'feeling'."
"You're screwed, Summer. Seth loves you, no matter how much crap you put forth. He loves you despite how f ucked you are around him. He LOVES you. Do you understand that? You don't just go and make out with ZACK after you make out with HIM!" Marissa was spitting out random words, partly out of shock, and partly out of disgust."
"I don't have that feeling with Seth, Marissa." Summer said guiltily. Ryan was completely silent in this conversation- perhaps he was estimating the blow Seth would have to endure after him finding out.
Before Summer could finish, Marissa was halfway out the door. "You guys!" Summer shreiked desperately. "Wait!" Summer's tiny little body flung out the door, chasing Marissa and Ryan. When she finally caught up to them, she grabbed Marissa's arm, clenching it tightly. "You're not going anywhere until you know the whole story. Anywhere, Cooper." Summer warned, jerking Marissa up the stairs. Marissa obediently followed, sighing, urging Ryan to follow the invisible chain.
When they reached Summer's room, Summer shoved Marissa on the bed, along with Ryan, so she would have enough room to pace and think of what to say next. "Why can't you guys hear me through, before you storm off like that?"
"I have no intentions to hear what bull sh it you'll feed us, now, after your mini-outburst at the Cohen's. You're lucky we even came here to see what was up your arse." Marissa said coldly.
"I love Seth. I had to confirm it. I don't have any feeling with Zack. He just… came by, to ask me if I had made my mind up yet. Then I said, I'm not sure. Then HE kissed ME. You guys… first of all- you have NO right to care about this. Second of all- it's my business. Third of all- im sorry for being so biatchy earlier. Fourth of all- you're judging me, and it's not fair." Summer defended herself.
"Humph. New method there Sum. Find out who you love, by kissing someone else." Marissa said smugly, "Ryan, c'mon." Marissa took Ryan's hand gently, and pulled him to the door.
"Guys. Before you leave- promise me- Seth won't find out, right?" Silence danced around the room, before Marissa left she slightly twitched her head. Summer interpreted it as a nodd, saying 'Yes, I promise'. Marissa and Ryan left, this time without Summer hauling them back in. She only collapsed on her bed, and now really started to quietly sob, as the before interpretation was somewhat unreal. Tears unvolantarily welled in Summer's dark eyes, blurring her vision, as she stared at a spot on her carpet. She picked up Princess Sparkle from her nighttable, and then she whispered, dissappointed in herself. "What am I gunna do, Princess Sparkle?" Tears constantly rippled down her face, breaking down her strong, powerful fascade down. Summer's "image" was slowly crumbling, like shattered bits of glass tormenting the ground. Once more, with tears prickling her face, Summer whispered even quieter, "What am I going to do?"