A/N- Thanks for all the reviews guys and gals. This isn't a long update but I had it done like I said soI thought I'd post it. Enjoy, I'll update when I can.

Marissa awoke knowing that the night was over, and that meant morning. Morning meant seeing Ryan. And telling him it was over. She covered her face with her hands. The night before had been great. She snuck back into the house at 4 am and had pretended to be getting back from a party when all she'd done was stay in the poolhouse. The night before had been almost magical. But reality was here and she had things she had to do.

She shoved herself out of bed and prepared for the day. She got dressed, brushed her teeth and slowly headed down the stairs. Summer sat on a stool, eating a bagel and drinking coffee.

"Morning Coop. Where'd you go last night? We went to this party after but you weren't there."

"Oh, we went back to the poolhouse, that's all." She smiled knowingly at Summer. "Oh. Did Ryan convince you to stay?" Summer asked, raising an eyebrow. Neither of them noticed Ryan approaching from the backyard, he quickly ducked behind a bush to listen to their conversation, hoping to get details on the night before and to hear just what girls talked about.

"Ryan is not convincing me to stay Sum. It's not going to happen. I can't. I have to go. If I ever became one of those girls who do everything for her boyfriend I would hate myself. Nope, I'm sticking with the plan. Last night was awesome but this morning's when I have to tell him… it's…it's over." Marissa sighed out as she poured coffee.

Ryan stood outside, all of his hopes and thoughts of their future crashed around him. He stood rooted to the spot until he heard her say 'over'. A barrier seemed to come down, covering his emotion, his eyes remained almost unchanged. He turned on his heel and rushed back out into the poolhouse where he whipped the door shut.

"What's over?" Kirsten asked, walking into the kitchen. Marissa turned to warn Summer and tell her not to say anything but it was too late.

"Oh good, maybe you can help. Coop's being a douche, oh sorry. A… a…. an idiot." Summer stumbled.

"Well, I hope I can help. What's going on?" Kirsten poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on a stool, patting the one in between her and Summer, asking Marissa to sit with them.

"Uhh. Well fine. It's just, I'm leaving. And after last night, Ryan and I had such a great time that I want to end it on a high note, I'm…I'm going to break up with him. I want to be like Friends, I want to go out on top, and where everyone watches the reruns fondly. Because it can't work. We're in high school and what are our chances? It's way more sensible to put my career first because it just makes sense… and I need to do that now don't I? Oh god. Break up with Ryan?" She shuddered as she started to cry and both Kirsten and Summer put an arm on her back to soothe her.

"Look Marissa. If you want to put your career first and be sensible, then do that, and there's nothing wrong with it. But if you are just breaking up with Ryan because you're scared, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Sometimes people make it through high school and end up together. It has happened. And besides, you're mother is Julie Cooper… she doesn't generally do the sensible thing does she? Something tells me you are the same way. Facts are facts. And here's probably the one fact you're forgetting, the most important one… Ryan loves you and you love him too. And just judging by the way he looked at you last night, I'd say he isn't about to stop anytime soon." She finished her speech and stood up. "Now, I'm going to go get ready for my yoga class, I hope you think about it before you do anything." And she left.

"Oh god, Sum. What do I do?"

"Go out there, and do whatever your heart wants you to do. Look him in the eye and just… do whatever thought comes first. Sometimes it's best just to react."

"Right." Marissa wiped her eyes, took a deep breath and forced her weak legs off the stool and out the door to the poolhouse. The door was shut, which was unusual so she tried to open it. It was locked. She frowned. Something was up. Ryan never closed the door or locked it unless she was in there with him. She knocked.

"Ryan?" After about ten seconds, the door opened and she found the room in shambles. "Whoa. What happened in here?" Marissa asked.

"Packing." Ryan said and picked up a pile of clothes, shoving it into a nearby bag.

"Um, okay. Why?" Marissa asked, completely confused. Was he going on a trip she forgot about?

"College. I figured I could leave a bit early, get a job, stay around there, get a feel for the area first. Or if not, then just go on a trip somewhere. There's nothing here anymore. School's over."

Marissa's heart physically hurt at the way he said the last two sentences. "Wait. But I came here to… you can't just…"

"Leave? Why? That's what you're doing isn't it?"

"Wait. Ryan. I came out here to breakup with you but then—"

"Well, I guess you don't have to. Cuz I guess I did that for you. It's funny isn't it. How love works. I love you. And you've said for how long that you love me? But what does it really add up to anyway? I loved you enough to let you go. I didn't know why but I still somehow found it in me to let you go. But you didn't love me enough to stay, to stay on your own free will. And that's when it hit me. Yeah, I love you. And I'll let you go, but I have to cut it there. It can't be open-ended. It hurts too much. So when you walk out that door Marissa, when you leave, it will be the last "last" for us."

"But Ryan I—"

"I can't, I'm tired of it. I don't want to hear it anymore Marissa. This entire year I've been trying so hard to please you, have you noticed? I wanted us to keep it simple, so you could see how much you meant to me and you could realize that we have a future. But you didn't. It doesn't get any simpler than that. I get it. I...I guess I'll see you, and if not, we had last night. If it meant what you said. I don't know anymore.All I know is we're done. We're done. Goodbye." He turned away. As he turned, all of her thoughts fell out of her head. Everything she had planned on saying stopped. All she knew was that he was asking her to leave his life and to never come back. All that was working in he brain was repeat. One word. Goodbye.

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