I wasn't really sure about how I was going to go about Ryan and Taylor's relationship. But I'm slowly getting it together. Thank you for the reviews. So here's the 3rd chapter, hope you like it!

Chapter 3

Ryan threw his bag on the floor of his Berkeley apartment. He was suddenly pushed with fear. Fear of what he was getting himself into in Newport, fear of what he was getting himself into with Taylor. Because there was no doubt that attraction was still there. It was there when they hugged, well it was there to him. He still felt that way he used to about her. He figured he always would, she had saved him at one point.

His phone vibrated startling from his thoughts. Taylor. She was calling him. Just seeing her name there on the caller ID was making his heart start beating fast. He answered her with a shaky voice that he was glad she dismissed. "So I know you only left this morning but I found the place! It's an adorable little town house, three bedrooms. I love it, it's even got a cute little fire place." She squealed on the phone to him. He couldn't help but smile at how enthusiastic she was about them living together. He didn't want to show it, but he was just as excited as she was maybe even more if that was even possible. There was suddenly a knock on the door, he told Taylor they could talk more when he got back to Newport.

"Sandy" Ryan said opening the man who took him in so many years ago. "So, Kirsten says you decided to do it. I'm proud of you, son. You really are going to do great" Sandy hugged Ryan.

"You know, you're right. I just have promise myself work won't become everything to me like it did to Kirsten and Caleb at one point" Ryan shrugged closing the door behind Sandy

. "You won't, you're not like that." Sandy tried to assure him.

"But you saw me with school, Sandy. I closed off to everyone around me. I barely left the dorm room." Ryan exclaimed pacing his small living room.

"Seth said you saw Taylor." Sandy was changing the subject because he knew Ryan was right. "Yeah. We are actually getting a place together. For now, I mean in the future I'll build a home for myself but I just need a place to crash." Ryan was nervous and Sandy could tell. Because the boy never talked unless something was really bothering him.

"Spill." It's all Sandy had to say for Ryan to know what he was talking about.

"I think I'm still in love with her." It was almost a whisper but Sandy heard it loud and clear. He wasn't surprised. The two of them fit, even if she was totally insane. They complemented each other and everyone around them knew they were mean to be. Even if Ryan and Taylor were too stupid to even realize it. "Tell her." It wasn't that easy, not to Ryan at least. "That's not going to happen." He scoffed. Sandy knew Ryan well and he knew that he wasn't lying about that.

Suddenly Sandy remembered why he came to Ryan's. He pulled the check out his pocket and handed it to his son. "What's this?" Ryan asked scared to look at it. "A loan. To help get things started. We don't want you to pay us back but we know you Ryan and we know you'll try." "I can't take this." He tried handing it back to Sandy. "You can and you will, without it do you really think you'll be able to get the company started? You'll need this to pay employee's and start things up. Just take it Ryan. Consider it your birthday present from here on." Sandy let out a small chuckle. Ryan just nodded knowing that Sandy really was right, he needed this money. Ryan wasn't good on taking money from people without paying back, so he knew that once he could he'd give every penny back to Sandy and Kirsten. "Thanks" Ryan finally choked out. "No problem, kid. Now make me proud" Sandy smiled patting Ryan on the back before leaving the tiny apartment.

Ryan was left there staring at the check not sure if this was real or not. He felt like pinching himself but he knew that if this really was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

The house was just as Taylor had described to him. She was rushing around telling the movers where to put each box. Ryan couldn't help but laugh at the girl so frantic about things being perfectly in order.

"Don't laugh at me, Ryan Atwood. If this isn't done right we are going to have a huge mess on our hands once we start unpacking which will start tonight." She took a break from bossing around to talk to him. He leaned up against the island in the kitchen.

The kitchen was opened to the living room which was sort of small but enough for them. There was a small place next to the kitchen to put a table and chairs. Right out of the living room was the stairs. That's where the three bedrooms sat. One bathroom up there and one downstairs connecting from the kitchen. The only bathroom upstairs was in the room Ryan had taken. Taylor was upset that he chose it but she wasn't about to argue instead she told him he had to share it with her. She explained that the downstairs bathroom was too far at night. He just nodded knowing full well why she wanted to come into his room, but he didn't say it. He planned on never saying it, so he just nodded and smiled at her.

After the movers left they both sat down in the living room with their take-out. "So do you like it?" She asked looking around the room. Boxes were everywhere right now but he knew that Taylor would make sure that by the morning all of the boxes would be out of there even if they had to work through the night. She couldn't stand clutter.

"It's better than my apartment in Berkeley." He shrugged picking up his container of noodles. "Oh, was it bad or something?" He was happy to know that she was curious about his life, but he knew that she only meant it because she was nice and nosy at the same time. "Terrible. Too small for even me to stay there." He let out a small laugh remembering one night where he had gone out, bringing home a girl from the bar. They stumbled their way to the bedroom but never made it because by the time they stopped running into things the mood was gone. He wasn't mad thought, because truthfully he wasn't sure if he would have been happy with himself in the morning.

Ryan felt like he belonged here. He felt like he should have been here all along, living with Taylor. He wondered if he would ever tell her how he felt, probably not. Ryan and speaking his feelings didn't really go together. But Ryan knew that if he didn't say something to her then he'd lose her again and Ryan really wasn't sure if he could handle that a second time.

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