I think this post will end up being longer than usual but you guys waited a while for this soo…
"Mmmwisssa haft you sin ma shorsss?"
Marissa scrunches up her face "What?" she watches as Ryan in a wife beater and pants darts round the living room with a tie between his teeth.
Ryan drops the tie from his mouth and it lands on the floor, Marissa gives it a slightly disgusted glance before asking her previous question again
"What?
"Have you seen my shoes?" Ryan restates this time in actual English
"Oh umm no" her eyes follow him as he bends over looking behind the television….why he thought they would be behind there was beyond her…
This was actually starting to be amusing and the show of Ryan in his wife beater wasn't too damn bad either. Ryan catches her smirk and gives her a glare before going to his room obviously getting the wrong impression of why she was smirking……which was a good thing.
She turns smiling at the crazy start to the morning and goes to the kitchen picking up a mug of coffee and a bagel. Out the window the same family that a couple of weeks ago Marissa saw bringing in a Christmas tree are now setting up lights for the outside of their house. She watches them; the children look so excited, pointing round at places while the dad shakes his head and points somewhere else
A hot scalding feeling interrupts her thoughts and quickly she places the mug back on the bench, drops of coffee run in streaks down the mug and inside the mug the coffee swishes from side to side unhappy at the unsettling of its waters. Absentmindedly she wipes her hand on her pants still watching the people outside their house. She glances down realising what she just did to her pants.
"Great, just great. I'm sure coffee stains will go fantastic with today's selection of flowers"
Sounds from the living room bring her out of the kitchen her stained pants forgotten for now. She leans on the door frame watching as Ryan, deep in concentration leafs through papers in his briefcase. It was always amazing to her how involved he would get in his work. When she got driven out of her old office and used Ryan's, she could make as much noise as she wanted and still Ryan would have the same intent concentration with whatever he was doing at the time.
He glances up startling her….it feels weird being caught watching him, but Ryan just gives her a small smile before his gaze is diverted to what she is holding. She raises the mug and bagel questioningly and his smile grows bigger. Carefully they transfer the mug, Marissa trying to avoid contact as much as possible
"Thanks"
"Did you ever eat before I got here?" she looks down glancing at his drawings
"Why do you think I always snuck you off to 'morning tea' so early at work"
"Huh….I always wondered why you ordered so much"
Ryan nods his head
"mmm speaking of food can you bring back some of that apple pie again"
Marissa smiles widely remembering the other day when she had brought some home from work for Ryan….it was a big hit.
"Alright you bring dinner and I'll bring dessert"
"Orrrr…we could just have a really big piece of apple pie", Ryan looks at her slyly
Ringing erupts from one of the armchairs and Marissa moves over picking up her phone. She notes the caller 'mom' and throws it back on the armchair letting it ring. A thought shoots into her head of something she had been meaning to bring up for a few days now…
"Sooo…I couldn't help but notice you brought my table up", she turns to face Ryan who raises his eyebrows questioningly dropping his pen onto the table
"Uhh yeah is….is that a problem?" he looks wary
"Umm….no", Marissa sits down and Ryan goes back to arranging papers. Marissa starts to wind a piece of hair round her finger and taps her foot agitatedly and glances at her watch…..hmmm still 15 minutes before he had to leave for work…
"Its just it doesn't go with anything" she blurts out. Feeling much better now that its out.
Ryan looks at her amused "Its just one little table, don't worry about it"
Marissa gets up going behind the couch, "but look at it, its just sooo……not supposed to be there"
Ryan leans over back of the couch "Well you're an interior designer…..interiorate it or what ever the hell you call it"
Marissa rolls her eyes at him "you don't think I haven't already", he just shrugs his shoulders at her not knowing what she wants him to do with it……
Tyres screech to a halt and Ryan flings the door to his car open, breaking straight away into a run. He tries to aim the keys with the alarm lock over his shoulder. A satisfying beeeeep greets him after a few failed attempts. He continues his run towards the Newport Group building. It was never good to be late….especially on a Monday, when he was expected to check in with Caleb.
Luckily he gets an open lift, and he waits as the people file out, nodding hellos at some of the people he knows. He steps in pressing the button for 4th floor. The lift jerks up and Ryan shuts his eyes momentarily waiting for the sensation of his stomach falling through the floor to pass. If only Marissa hadn't made him walk round the apartment 50 thousand times asking him where he thought her table looked best, he wouldn't be late…he eventually just choose to put it beside the entrance to the kitchen. She had given him a pointed look indicating he was mad…but then again he had put it there just to annoy her.
The lift dings open and Ryan makes his way past the receptionists and down the left hallway to his office.
The door to Ryan's office is open which he finds peculiar. He quickly surveys his office noting the weird tang in the air that meant the cleaners had been in there with the weird smelling cleaning stuff that would always make Marissa sneeze. At Ryan's desk sits Seth…whirling round in circles. The fact that Seth is sitting in Ryan's chair at RYAN'S desk only darkens his mood and he frowns.
Seth stops spinning abruptly looking slightly embarrassed.
"Ahh Ryan, what's up your not usually late?" and he brings his fingers together making a steeple.
"How would you know whether I'm usually on time or not", Ryan mutters and he slams his briefcase down on to his desk making Seth jump, which he finds oddly satisfying.
"Okaay then", Ryan does nothing to try and ease the tension that he's created and instead moves over to his window to tilt the blinds to let in more light.
"Should I care that your late?….I mean is it in my job description to watch employees promptness", Seth begins to ramble, the weird vibe Ryan was giving off was obviously feeding it.
"Seth, not now I have work to do"
"But this is a problem Ryan, I was never given a job description how the hell am I supposed to know where I'm going what I'm doing….how many breaks do I get, when are they, how long for?"
"Well you've managed the last 2 days I'm sure you can handle it", he places his hands in his pockets trying not to meet Seth's eyes
"But that was because Grandad was all, 'ooo look heres my grandson everyone look"
Ryan stifles a laugh, he had to admit it had been kinda funny when Seth was being shown around. People had swamped him talking to him about ideas and plans….Seth had looked…overwhelmed.
A cough breaks Ryan's thoughts and he glances at Seth whose tapping his foot nervously
"Ohh and your meeting with Grandad got cancelled he got called to some meeting" Seth nods looking slightly happy at being the bearer of something useful.
Reluctantly Ryan nods not letting Seth see the relief flood through him
"Umm yeah something about an apartment complex near the waterfront. Don't really know, cant say I was really listening"
This news gets Ryan's immediate attention "What! I am supposed to be in on that deal they are using my designs….or… no…he wouldn't have dropped them for Allan's would he?" he trails off talking to himself more than Seth. He flexes his fist unconsciously it was just another smack down from Caleb meaning he wasn't good enough. In front of him Seth looks alarmingly at him, it was good to know he could still scare the crap out of people….even if that reputation had died 6 or so years ago.
Shame floods through him suddenly….what the hell was he doing scaring Seth? This whole working in the same place thing was kind of bad for family relations to say the least.
"Ok man seriously what is up with you?", seth questions loudly.
"Its just…..I still do not understand what you are doing here", Ryan states and he moves across the room to shut the door.
"I don't suppose you would just accept the fact that I am here and get over it?", Seths words coming out slightly angry
Ryan matches this with a glare and paces up to his desk, placing his palms on it. " Seth you have never been interested in architiecture then out of the blue suddenly you want to learn all the ins and outs of the Newport Group? I'm not buying it"
A sigh errupts from Seth "I told you Ryan….I told you why I decided to do this"
"Your making yourself into this…..I don't know…..martyr, but what cause are you fighting for….things you can buy to satisfy Summer. Your making your relationship sound real deep", he cant keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
Seth looks speechless
"You do this all for her?", he lets the sentence hang, waiting for something from Seth
When Seth glances up his eyes are angry and Ryan finds himself taking a step back
"Its alright for you…..you know what you want to do….I mean you are what you want to be. Don't you get it your PERFECT. Does that make you happy that you've made something out of yourself while I'm here being the son that is drifting?", Seth stands up and the chair tips over landing with an unceremonious clunk
"What you think I'm perfect?" Ryans mind tries to wrap around the concept
"Me the person who gets their work denied…..the person who is so screwed up that he wont let himself get emotionally attached to women…..the person that is so screwed up he cant figure out how the hell hes gonna get back Marissa….the person that slaved their arse through college to get this degree" he points wildly at the wall
Its Seths turn now to look astonished
"I'm just …..I'm afraid Ryan", Seth drops his head
"If your gonna do this job……do it right okay", he searches for something comforting to say, but truth be told. When Ryan was alone in bed at night sometimes even he was afraid.
They lock gazes for a second and the thick air suddenly seems to have dispersed and once again they are on even terms….the same wavelength…despite the fact that no one is ever on the same wave length as Seth…but this whole yelling thing was mildly rejuvenating Ryan thinks, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in a few weeks.
"I will", Seth nods and steps round Ryans desk moving towards the door, when he stops abruptly.
"Soooo you and Marissa huh….if you want I can help you with a plan of attack ya know … sniff round Summer for a bit of information"
Ryan laughs, shaking his head "No please, I want no outside interferance from either of you two"
"Well only if your sure"
"Oh believe me I'm sure"
Hmmm I am really not happy with this post…but there its done and posted.
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