"Hey guys, breakfast's ready!" Luke cheerfully called out. "Don't get up Ryan, I'll bring you a plate!"
"Hey Luke, can you bring Oliver a plate too?" Marissa called out.
"Huh? Oliver?" Luke appeared, holding a plate stacked with pancakes. "Oh… right… Morning Oliver," he muttered. "You want pancakes?" Luke looked at him expectantly. Luke and Oliver both knew Oliver wasn't hurt and didn't need to be served like an invalid.
"Yeah, and could you bring them in here? My neck is killing me this morning." He was settled in a big armchair and didn't look like he was experiencing the least bit of discomfort. "How are you feeling Marissa? It's really a miracle you didn't get hurt."
"I'm a little sore, but not bad." Marissa shrugged. If Ryan could have moved he would have kicked himself for not having thought to ask her, but until he saw Oliver in his neck brace and sling he had almost forgotten entirely about the car accident.
"More like a miracle you didn't kill her…" Luke muttered as he handed Ryan his plate of pancakes. Oliver glared at them, but Marissa apparently didn't hear.
"Thanks…" Ryan muttered, he didn't feel much like eating but he knew it had been awhile since he had put anything in his stomach.
"Uh… Marissa, can you help me in the kitchen?" Luke asked.
"Sure…" She glanced at Ryan and Oliver, as if they had some idea what was going on, but followed him off obediently.
Once in the kitchen, Luke lowered his voice and whispered, "I can't take it anymore."
"Take what?"
"You! And Oliver!"
"What?"
"Oliver's completely faking it, he's really not even hurt. And you're completely ignoring Ryan, who is really hurt."
"I'm not ignoring Ryan! Ryan just wants to be left alone!"
"No he doesn't, and he should be!" Luke said, glancing nervously towards the living room. For some reason, he felt nervous about leaving Ryan alone with Oliver.
"Oliver said you and Summer were ganging up against him, and taking Ryan's side. Why? What did Oliver ever do to you?"
"God Marissa…Does Oliver have you drugged or something? I mean, you cannot seriously be this retarded."
"I'm not just going to stand here and let you insult me!" Marissa's voice was raised. "Don't call me retarded!"
"Is there a problem here?" Oliver appeared, smiling that obnoxious smug smile of his.
"No." Luke said, just as Marissa said, "Yes." Luke glared at her, then slapped some pancakes on a plate and shoved them at Oliver.
"Here, as long as you're up. Obviously it wasn't too much effort…" He muttered, before making himself a plate and storming back into the living room. Ryan had taken about two bites of his breakfast, and then given up. The plate was sitting on the coffee table. "Not hungry?"
"Not really… What were you yelling about?"
"Nothing…" Luke muttered, digging into his pancakes.
"Hey, are there pancakes for breakfast?" Seth wandered into the living room. "How you doing Ryan? You look like shit…"
"So I've been told…" Ryan said.
"Snow's really piling up out there…" Seth said, looking out the window. "Guess we're not leaving today… Hey, maybe we could build a snowman!" He glanced at Ryan, "You could stand out there on your crutches, right?"
"I'll stay in here, thanks." Ryan said, sighing. Once again, it looked like he was going to be left alone. This broken leg thing was really starting to suck.