Ok, so here's more! It might end soon, cause the point was to have Summer/Seth-ness and Ryan/Marissa-ness.
OVER?
It was ten thirty. Julie hadn't returned yet, and everybody had left. Everybody except Ryan.
"You should sleep," Ryan whispered to Marissa, who was sitting up in bed, starring blankly at the wall.
"So should you," she remarked. He smirked, "I'm not the one who's in the hospital."
"Technically, you are in the hospital," she pointed out. He looked at her seriously for a second, but her eyes seemed to plead.
"Ten more minutes."
She smiled, "I'll go to bed…if you go too."
"This chair is not gonna help me fall asleep," he said.
"Then…sleep here," she scooted over, making room for him in the hospital bed. "C'mon Ryan, you need sleep too." He sighed, but stood up and quietly sat down beside her. "Alright." He took off his shoes and laid down beside her. He laid his arm under her head to make her more comfortable, and they both starred absently at the ceiling.
"I have to say something," Marissa murmured. "Hm?" he mumbled. "I'm sorry Ryan. For this year, everything between us just…got screwed up." Marissa started to cry quietly and he moved his arms around to hold her. "Doesn't mean it has to be anymore."
"Volchok and Johnny, Ryan, I'm sorry for even…"
"It's not your fault," he said soothingly. "If anybody's, it's mine. I should have been there, when you needed me. So you could talk to me."
"I should have just talked to you in the first place," she cried, "You were my boyfriend."
"What's with all this were? And before we left the model home, you told me it was over!" he joked, though containing a serious air. She looked up at him, "Is it?"
"It's never over, never was, never will be."
He smiled and kissed her. Something she hadn't felt in too long.