Post by xsweetnightmare on Jan 18, 2008 7:09:17 GMT
I'm bored. Really bored...this is a new fic that I'm putting up here because I'm, well, bored.
Tranquilize
Summary: After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Marissa moves with her family to Newport Beach for her senior year of high school. Ryan, meanwhile, is trying to escape his problems with drugs when he meets the girl next door.
Prologue
Only a few hours earlier, Marissa Cooper was the complete opposite of her current state. She had been in her bedroom in the family mansion, idly looking at her collection of lipgloss and attempting to select the best one for the night. And who better to ask than her date? Unfortunately her boyfriend, Chris, was half asleep by that point. The Beverly Hills summer night was balmy, but they were far too used to it to be affected much. It was one of Chris’s apology dates. Which sounded bad but really, it wasn’t. He was the one who insisted on them anyway. His theory was, he had been an ass, so he had to make it up to her somehow. Marissa had been feeling, well, happy in general, and there wasn’t much to disrupt her good mood.
After dinner, they were driving home, bickering pointlessly over the CD player. Marissa insisted that her punk prevailed over her boyfriend’s ‘talentless mainstream crap.’ They were driving on one of the creepier back roads behind their small, secure, gated community. Marissa hated driving here – she pointed out that if you got attacked by some kind of lunatic, no-one would be able to hear you scream. Chris thought she was paranoid, but then again, he was Chris Harper, and he was more than slightly reckless. It wasn’t like he was stupid and ran around acting like a lunatic, he was just…him. Convinced, like many teenagers, that he was bullet-proof. Marissa just hope he wouldn’t get to genuinely test the theory, though he’d had some close calls before. He had a tendency to get in trouble, but Marissa had been dating him for two years and knew he didn't set out to do it. She had recently remarked that he would be lucky to get through their upcoming senior year with his track record. He would give her one of his usual looks, and point out that despite being just a few fries short of a Happy Meal (that always made Marissa smile), he really did have an astonishing amount of luck.
Chris was currently sulking because Marissa won out on the CD player. Things were relatively calm for a few minutes; Marissa was just wishing they would get off these roads. They were like something out of a horror movie, and decided to voice the opinion: “Chris? This is creeping me out.”
“Creeping me out too,” he muttered, turning the volume down on the stereo. She glared at him.
“No, you jerk, I mean this stupid road.”
“Oh,” he said, putting on his best ‘surprised’ face which, despite her annoyance, made Marissa laugh. “Would you get over it already? You’re such a girl.”
“I thought you were into that,” she responded dryly.
“Clever.”
“I know,” she said proudly, and silence descended over them again, the only sound the soft purr of the sports car as it continued on its winding path. Chris slammed on the brakes hard, startling her thoroughly. Before she could ask if he was trying to scare her on purpose, he spoke first.
“What the f*ck was that?”
Marissa blinked at him. “Quit being an ass,” she muttered.
Absently running a hand through his dark brown hair, Chris pointed out, “Do I look like I’m kidding? Seriously, I almost ran over something. Probably a…a rabbit or something, don’t look at me like that. It definitely wasn’t a dog, or a cat, so don’t start crying on me.”
The blonde girl sighed, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before saying, “Well…I guess you should check.”
“Probably got away,” Chris went on in an attempt to reassure her. “I didn’t hear the car go over anything.” Noticing Marissa blanch, he escaped the car, muttering, “You’re so sensitive.”
“And you’re not,” she said, winding down the window to receive the cool, California breeze. For some reason she was flushed and had this uneasy feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t just because Chris might have run over something, she wouldn’t freak out that badly unless it was maybe someone’s pet, but still…there was something wrong and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Hell, she didn’t want to. Watching her boyfriend move towards the front of the car, partially bathed in the clear glow of the headlights, she watched him. He was looking relieved, so chances were he hadn’t hit anything.
“Lucky bastard,” she heard him mutter, only to see him frown slightly, hazel eyes puzzled as he glanced at something under the car. Apparently dismissing it, he returned to the driver’s seat. “Nope. No trace of random animal.” He noticed she was on the verge of tears. “Are you okay?”
“Please,” she said quietly, hitting the button to automatically wind her window back up, “Please. Can we just get out of here?”
“Sure…” Chris said, starting up the engine, which sounded slightly off. “If this thing breaks down…” There was a joking element to his voice, but Marissa was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.
“I don’t care if you drive a hundred miles over the limit, just get us home.” She folded her arms over her chest.
“You’re really freaking out. I swear on my life, I did not run over anything.”
“I don’t care about that,” she managed, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. “I have this…this feeling, and I don’t like it. Please…just drive.”
“Okay,” Chris said, and Marissa seemed to get calmer as he started the car up. Then, out of absolutely nowhere, the headlights went off. “Son of a bitch.”
“Oh, god,” Marissa murmured, starting to feel faint.
“It’s straight road from here. We’ll be fine,” he attempted to reassure her, reaching for her hand.
“We should pull over and wait, but if we do, no-one will see us, but if we keep driving…” Marissa looked at him with wide, anxious eyes, apparently waiting for him to figure it out. “Could you call your dad? He’s like five minutes away.”
Pulling over to the side of the road, Chris managed to locate his phone. “Hey, dad…no, I’m on the road behind the community thing…yeah, the creepy one. My headlights just cut out and Marissa’s kind of hyperventilating, so could you help?...yeah…I don’t know, she scares easy…”
Marissa had this bizarre urge to scream at him for that. She curled up on the seat, feeling gradually more sick, her heart going unnaturally fast. She had broken into a cold sweat, and by the time Chris had hung up, he was starting to wonder if maybe he should take her to the hospital. He’d never seen her in this state over something relatively small. Okay, she was a little easy to scare and he loved frightening her, but not in that total asshole, cruel type of way. He didn’t mess around with the headlights and he didn’t pretend to hit anything. He knew she despised this back road but it was a shortcut, and they’d never had the slightest problem with it before. Well, besides her complaints about it. Gently, he pushed her hair off her face, her forehead damp with perspiration. She swallowed thickly. “You’re a mess…are you coming down with something?”
Marissa forced a smile, appreciating his concern. “I really hope so. A virus would be so much better than my current mental state.”
Chris glanced into the rearview mirror and announced, “Truck coming.”
Laughing nervously, Marissa deadpanned, “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“He can see the taillights now…and we’re on the side of the road.”
“It’s a narrow road,” she squeaked, blue eyes filled with fright.
Chris hated to admit it but she was really scaring him. Marissa didn’t act like this. And this situation? Straight out of a movie, and not the happy romance type either. Hopefully, the truck driver wasn’t blind, and chances were even if he didn’t see them, he would go straight past. His dad would be here any minute now, right? Nothing to worry about.
“See? He’s nowhere near us,” Chris said triumphantly, and Marissa’s breathing eased a little.
The next thing she remembered was something warm and sticky. It took her a few dazed seconds before she realised it was blood, and she was preparing to scream only to notice that taking a breath wasn’t as simple as it should be. She could also feel beneath her fingers the cold surface of the…road…? Blinking, she got a hold of herself long enough to realise she had been placed on the road she despised so much, and she had a cushion or…no, it wasn’t a cushion (she had a minor obsession with those.). It was Chris’s jacket. But that meant he was okay, right? She was too exhausted, too tired to move so she shifted her gaze around, eventually locking on him. He wasn’t looking the best; he was clutching his side, his breathing harsh and uneven.
“Chris?” she asked quietly.
“Hey,” he returned, and Marissa’s eyes widened slightly at the wreckage. It definitely wasn’t as bad as it could have been – it looked like the truck had managed to stop quite quickly, but the back of the car was completely crumpled in. It was a wonder that Marissa and Chris were out of there. Although she was slightly confused over what had happened.
“Where’s the truck driver?” she asked, alarmed by the unintentional faintness of her own voice.
“Gone to get help. I have no idea where the hell my dad went…it hasn’t been long,” he added. “About ten minutes, the truck driver – this guy called Gerald – helped me get you out, I think I got off pretty easy…you were unconscious the whole time. So never scare me like that again.” Marissa chuckled, then was rewarded by a sharp pain in her abdomen. Chris noticed. “You okay?”
“Take a guess. What about you?”
“A couple of broken ribs, bruising…Gerald managed to stop before we got to the total write-off stage.”
Sighing with relief (and getting another pain, this time in her lungs), Marissa did her best not to be scared. A few minutes time,someone would have to show up. Then she would go to the hospital and she would be fine.
“…next time you tell me not to do something, I’m gonna listen to you.”
“Good idea. And you look really pale.”
“It hurts,” he pointed out, effectively stating the obvious. “But it’s not like I’ve never had broken ribs, I’m just worried about you.”
“Hope I’m not dying,” Marissa mused conversationally. Always the optimistic one.
“Well does it hurt when you breathe?”
“Yes.”
“Well….well, I mean, you were in a car accident…not surprising, right? At least you’re not dead.”
“Hmm.” Feeling sleepy, Marissa allowed her eyes to close.
“Marissa – Marissa! God, don’t do that.”
“Sorry.” Over the next couple of minutes, however, Marissa was becoming less worried about her own injuries and more worried about the fact that Chris looked increasingly close to collapsing. “There’s something really wrong with you, isn’t there?” she realised out loud.
“Just a bit of pain, Marissa, I’ll be fine.”
“You do realise pain is caused by something?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re probably in shock,” Marissa went on. “So eventually it’s going to hurt a lot more. Stop moving so much, at least. It’s worrying me.”
Chris looked at her. He could talk and think and move, he was fine. He wished she wouldn't make such a big deal out of it because again, he was starting to get nervous. She seemed to be hurt a lot more badly than he was. He insisted, “There’s nothing wrong with me, okay? At least nothing important in comparison to whatever’s wrong with you. Just wait it out…we’ll be fine.”
Marissa should have known better than to trust him.
Also, if anyone here's in the mood for reading, I've got another new fic called Bad Reputation that I can put up here...
Tranquilize
Summary: After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Marissa moves with her family to Newport Beach for her senior year of high school. Ryan, meanwhile, is trying to escape his problems with drugs when he meets the girl next door.
Prologue
Only a few hours earlier, Marissa Cooper was the complete opposite of her current state. She had been in her bedroom in the family mansion, idly looking at her collection of lipgloss and attempting to select the best one for the night. And who better to ask than her date? Unfortunately her boyfriend, Chris, was half asleep by that point. The Beverly Hills summer night was balmy, but they were far too used to it to be affected much. It was one of Chris’s apology dates. Which sounded bad but really, it wasn’t. He was the one who insisted on them anyway. His theory was, he had been an ass, so he had to make it up to her somehow. Marissa had been feeling, well, happy in general, and there wasn’t much to disrupt her good mood.
After dinner, they were driving home, bickering pointlessly over the CD player. Marissa insisted that her punk prevailed over her boyfriend’s ‘talentless mainstream crap.’ They were driving on one of the creepier back roads behind their small, secure, gated community. Marissa hated driving here – she pointed out that if you got attacked by some kind of lunatic, no-one would be able to hear you scream. Chris thought she was paranoid, but then again, he was Chris Harper, and he was more than slightly reckless. It wasn’t like he was stupid and ran around acting like a lunatic, he was just…him. Convinced, like many teenagers, that he was bullet-proof. Marissa just hope he wouldn’t get to genuinely test the theory, though he’d had some close calls before. He had a tendency to get in trouble, but Marissa had been dating him for two years and knew he didn't set out to do it. She had recently remarked that he would be lucky to get through their upcoming senior year with his track record. He would give her one of his usual looks, and point out that despite being just a few fries short of a Happy Meal (that always made Marissa smile), he really did have an astonishing amount of luck.
Chris was currently sulking because Marissa won out on the CD player. Things were relatively calm for a few minutes; Marissa was just wishing they would get off these roads. They were like something out of a horror movie, and decided to voice the opinion: “Chris? This is creeping me out.”
“Creeping me out too,” he muttered, turning the volume down on the stereo. She glared at him.
“No, you jerk, I mean this stupid road.”
“Oh,” he said, putting on his best ‘surprised’ face which, despite her annoyance, made Marissa laugh. “Would you get over it already? You’re such a girl.”
“I thought you were into that,” she responded dryly.
“Clever.”
“I know,” she said proudly, and silence descended over them again, the only sound the soft purr of the sports car as it continued on its winding path. Chris slammed on the brakes hard, startling her thoroughly. Before she could ask if he was trying to scare her on purpose, he spoke first.
“What the f*ck was that?”
Marissa blinked at him. “Quit being an ass,” she muttered.
Absently running a hand through his dark brown hair, Chris pointed out, “Do I look like I’m kidding? Seriously, I almost ran over something. Probably a…a rabbit or something, don’t look at me like that. It definitely wasn’t a dog, or a cat, so don’t start crying on me.”
The blonde girl sighed, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before saying, “Well…I guess you should check.”
“Probably got away,” Chris went on in an attempt to reassure her. “I didn’t hear the car go over anything.” Noticing Marissa blanch, he escaped the car, muttering, “You’re so sensitive.”
“And you’re not,” she said, winding down the window to receive the cool, California breeze. For some reason she was flushed and had this uneasy feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t just because Chris might have run over something, she wouldn’t freak out that badly unless it was maybe someone’s pet, but still…there was something wrong and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Hell, she didn’t want to. Watching her boyfriend move towards the front of the car, partially bathed in the clear glow of the headlights, she watched him. He was looking relieved, so chances were he hadn’t hit anything.
“Lucky bastard,” she heard him mutter, only to see him frown slightly, hazel eyes puzzled as he glanced at something under the car. Apparently dismissing it, he returned to the driver’s seat. “Nope. No trace of random animal.” He noticed she was on the verge of tears. “Are you okay?”
“Please,” she said quietly, hitting the button to automatically wind her window back up, “Please. Can we just get out of here?”
“Sure…” Chris said, starting up the engine, which sounded slightly off. “If this thing breaks down…” There was a joking element to his voice, but Marissa was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.
“I don’t care if you drive a hundred miles over the limit, just get us home.” She folded her arms over her chest.
“You’re really freaking out. I swear on my life, I did not run over anything.”
“I don’t care about that,” she managed, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. “I have this…this feeling, and I don’t like it. Please…just drive.”
“Okay,” Chris said, and Marissa seemed to get calmer as he started the car up. Then, out of absolutely nowhere, the headlights went off. “Son of a bitch.”
“Oh, god,” Marissa murmured, starting to feel faint.
“It’s straight road from here. We’ll be fine,” he attempted to reassure her, reaching for her hand.
“We should pull over and wait, but if we do, no-one will see us, but if we keep driving…” Marissa looked at him with wide, anxious eyes, apparently waiting for him to figure it out. “Could you call your dad? He’s like five minutes away.”
Pulling over to the side of the road, Chris managed to locate his phone. “Hey, dad…no, I’m on the road behind the community thing…yeah, the creepy one. My headlights just cut out and Marissa’s kind of hyperventilating, so could you help?...yeah…I don’t know, she scares easy…”
Marissa had this bizarre urge to scream at him for that. She curled up on the seat, feeling gradually more sick, her heart going unnaturally fast. She had broken into a cold sweat, and by the time Chris had hung up, he was starting to wonder if maybe he should take her to the hospital. He’d never seen her in this state over something relatively small. Okay, she was a little easy to scare and he loved frightening her, but not in that total asshole, cruel type of way. He didn’t mess around with the headlights and he didn’t pretend to hit anything. He knew she despised this back road but it was a shortcut, and they’d never had the slightest problem with it before. Well, besides her complaints about it. Gently, he pushed her hair off her face, her forehead damp with perspiration. She swallowed thickly. “You’re a mess…are you coming down with something?”
Marissa forced a smile, appreciating his concern. “I really hope so. A virus would be so much better than my current mental state.”
Chris glanced into the rearview mirror and announced, “Truck coming.”
Laughing nervously, Marissa deadpanned, “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“He can see the taillights now…and we’re on the side of the road.”
“It’s a narrow road,” she squeaked, blue eyes filled with fright.
Chris hated to admit it but she was really scaring him. Marissa didn’t act like this. And this situation? Straight out of a movie, and not the happy romance type either. Hopefully, the truck driver wasn’t blind, and chances were even if he didn’t see them, he would go straight past. His dad would be here any minute now, right? Nothing to worry about.
“See? He’s nowhere near us,” Chris said triumphantly, and Marissa’s breathing eased a little.
The next thing she remembered was something warm and sticky. It took her a few dazed seconds before she realised it was blood, and she was preparing to scream only to notice that taking a breath wasn’t as simple as it should be. She could also feel beneath her fingers the cold surface of the…road…? Blinking, she got a hold of herself long enough to realise she had been placed on the road she despised so much, and she had a cushion or…no, it wasn’t a cushion (she had a minor obsession with those.). It was Chris’s jacket. But that meant he was okay, right? She was too exhausted, too tired to move so she shifted her gaze around, eventually locking on him. He wasn’t looking the best; he was clutching his side, his breathing harsh and uneven.
“Chris?” she asked quietly.
“Hey,” he returned, and Marissa’s eyes widened slightly at the wreckage. It definitely wasn’t as bad as it could have been – it looked like the truck had managed to stop quite quickly, but the back of the car was completely crumpled in. It was a wonder that Marissa and Chris were out of there. Although she was slightly confused over what had happened.
“Where’s the truck driver?” she asked, alarmed by the unintentional faintness of her own voice.
“Gone to get help. I have no idea where the hell my dad went…it hasn’t been long,” he added. “About ten minutes, the truck driver – this guy called Gerald – helped me get you out, I think I got off pretty easy…you were unconscious the whole time. So never scare me like that again.” Marissa chuckled, then was rewarded by a sharp pain in her abdomen. Chris noticed. “You okay?”
“Take a guess. What about you?”
“A couple of broken ribs, bruising…Gerald managed to stop before we got to the total write-off stage.”
Sighing with relief (and getting another pain, this time in her lungs), Marissa did her best not to be scared. A few minutes time,someone would have to show up. Then she would go to the hospital and she would be fine.
“…next time you tell me not to do something, I’m gonna listen to you.”
“Good idea. And you look really pale.”
“It hurts,” he pointed out, effectively stating the obvious. “But it’s not like I’ve never had broken ribs, I’m just worried about you.”
“Hope I’m not dying,” Marissa mused conversationally. Always the optimistic one.
“Well does it hurt when you breathe?”
“Yes.”
“Well….well, I mean, you were in a car accident…not surprising, right? At least you’re not dead.”
“Hmm.” Feeling sleepy, Marissa allowed her eyes to close.
“Marissa – Marissa! God, don’t do that.”
“Sorry.” Over the next couple of minutes, however, Marissa was becoming less worried about her own injuries and more worried about the fact that Chris looked increasingly close to collapsing. “There’s something really wrong with you, isn’t there?” she realised out loud.
“Just a bit of pain, Marissa, I’ll be fine.”
“You do realise pain is caused by something?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re probably in shock,” Marissa went on. “So eventually it’s going to hurt a lot more. Stop moving so much, at least. It’s worrying me.”
Chris looked at her. He could talk and think and move, he was fine. He wished she wouldn't make such a big deal out of it because again, he was starting to get nervous. She seemed to be hurt a lot more badly than he was. He insisted, “There’s nothing wrong with me, okay? At least nothing important in comparison to whatever’s wrong with you. Just wait it out…we’ll be fine.”
Marissa should have known better than to trust him.
Also, if anyone here's in the mood for reading, I've got another new fic called Bad Reputation that I can put up here...