'Ryan, mail!', Kirsten called from the kitchen as she walked through the kitchen after work.
Ryan looked up from his book, suddenly exited. He had been expecting a letter from Marissa for weeks. He waited every day at three o'clock by the door, chin on his knees. Ok, he didn't like to admit that he was obsessed, but, everyone was starting to notice it. Even Sandy was commenting on it. 'Gee, Ryan, she's coming back', he would say. God, and as if Ryan didn't know that. Four months and twenty seven days, to be exact. Then she was all his, or, for at least a day or so.
He couldn't help but worry about what would tear them apart. All those who knew Ryan and Marissa also knew that they had the worst damn luck in the word. Marissa was an unbelievably beautiful girl that everyone lusted. Some more than others. That's, of course where the problems start. In fact, Ryan was one of them! Yet the two had a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. They truly, deeply loved each other though didn't often want to admit it. After Ryan there was Oliver, then DJ, Johnny and Volcheck. Through it all, she remained loyal to her first true love, however. Feeling like that can never die.
Taking the smooth envelope from Kirsten, he instantly knew who it was from. The neat, curvatious endings on each letter could only belong to one angel. Three guesses who that was! Smiling to himself, Ryan dashed off into the pool-house to read it in his own company. It wasn't that it was to b a secret, but to him the relations between Marissa and himself were private. After all, he had never asked Seth about what happened between him and Summer, despite the fact that Seth told him anyway.
Ryan read it over once, twice, three times. If he could he would swim all the way over to the islands, take her in his arms and never let go. Yet, he lay there, on his back with tears practically pouring down his face. Ok, so there were none but that's the way he was feeling. Ryan had a way of bottling up his feeling. God, he could remember the last time he sat down and had a good cry. He was always there for Marissa, kissing hers away. But she wasn't here, and there was nothing worse. Ha, he caused most of her pain so she was probably better off.
Rolling over, he closed his eyes. He could see her face, innocently perfect. Her long, dark blonde hair swimming around her beautiful features. Exquisite eyes stared straight at him. Her lanky, slim body amidst his arms. How much he wanted her to be right there, with him. But alas, it wasn't going to happen. Slowly getting up, Ryan tried to kill his feelings unsuccessfully. Sitting down at his desk, the boy pulled out a sheet of paper and put a pen to it.
Dear Marissa,
It's great to hear that you are having a good time. But, as for the work side of it I am sure you are going just fine. I would love to be there. But not to help your father, but to be with you, stars or no stars. I miss you so much, you have no idea. Countless times I have laid awake at night, thinking about you. I reckon I have remembered every moment we have spent together…and without. Seth and Summer are fighting at the moment, but it'll all blow over in a couple of hours and they'll end up making out on the couch.
I vow to you, Marissa, that I shall never leave you again. I sure do remember that day, when I was going on that trip. Lucky I didn't, hey? My life would have been ruined. But you know what? What I said was true. Our future is together, no matter where we are. Always remember that.
Wow, we have known each other for almost 4 years now. Its gone fast, hey? Things have certainly changed. I have gone from a chino-going-car-stealing juvenile delinquent to a guy who's almost about to enter college. And you, boy. But it's a comfort to know that we came through it in the end. When we are old and wrinkly, we will look back on these years and feel blessed. And so will your sister. She's a splitting image of you now, you know. She needed a lift the other day, so I picked her up. She came out in a little dress, the same one you wore on the day of your Mothers yacht party for the children's ward. She looked pretty, but was in no comparison to you in it, of course.
Come back to me. I miss you so much. Don't worry, I shall be there when you land off the plane. I'll always be here.
Love Always,
Ryan.