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Post by xsweetnightmare on Jan 4, 2008 8:51:54 GMT
Heh, so you finished Hollywood Romance?
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Post by mischaobsessed on Jan 4, 2008 9:05:29 GMT
Heh, so you finished Hollywood Romance? Lol well actually i still have three more chapters, but i couldnt help myself! i really should finish Hollywood Romance first! im planning to read some more tonight! which is suprising because i hate reading, but these are SOO GOOD!!
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Post by xsweetnightmare on Jan 4, 2008 9:10:26 GMT
XD
The last three chapters of HR have a really major plotline, so you should probably read them lol.
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Post by mischaobsessed on Jan 4, 2008 9:17:22 GMT
XD The last three chapters of HR have a really major plotline, so you should probably read them lol. Lmao! then i better read them! dont want to miss out on ANYTHING!!
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Post by xsweetnightmare on Jan 4, 2008 9:23:58 GMT
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Post by xsweetnightmare on Feb 19, 2008 22:21:32 GMT
OCFF#10: “I can't deny the fact that you like me! Right now, you like me!" - Sally Field
Temporary Insanity – Chapter Four
I’m behind on these. Sue me. Actually, don’t, I have no money. I’m currently bedridden with the flu, but you probably don’t want that either.
I’ve actually written the other chapters for this one with a few boring hours of my ‘stuck in bed while violently sneezing’ time. So it won’t take too long to post the rest of it. And on my old computer, it totally freaked out, so some files got deleted, including the last bit of Stripes, so I’m rewriting it from memory. -facepalm-
I henceforth declare this week, ‘finish the badly written old fics’ week. This isn’t an old fic but I’m behind on it, so w/e.
There was a silence in the kitchen of Ryan’s apartment, but thankfully, it was a comfortable one. The place was quiet for the majority of the time, unless Ryan and Damien were having a screaming match, which had been happening increasingly often. He’s turning out just like Trey, Ryan found himself thinking unhappily, and as this unpleasant thought came to mind, he chanced looking over at Marissa.
Her expression was slightly vague; she was clearly off in her own world, but was concentrating as she neatly cut a variety of vegetables. She clearly knew what she was doing; her idiot husband probably treated her like a slave. She was still popping up as a last-minute, short item on the news, but she had only been missing a couple of days. Ryan knew that the second she was spotted around here, the poor woman would be stuck in a media circus all over again. It wasn’t fair on her; she was mentally unstable, but she wasn’t crazy. She was a good person and all anyone was interested in was a scandal to splash over the front of a tabloid or a trashy newspaper.
“Ryan?” she asked after a moment.
“Yeah?” he returned, brought out of his own thoughts.
A somewhat sullen curiosity in her tone, Marissa questioned, “Have you ever been in love?”
Ryan shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. I’ve had a few serious girlfriends, and I have cared a lot for all of them, but none of them even live in the state anymore. They can’t be bothered with me when I break up with them. So no, I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.”
Marissa laughed, unable to help herself, “You scared those women out of the state?”
Flushing, but amused all the same, Ryan said, “That’s not exactly what I meant. I dated a girl, Theresa, for a while in high school, back in California, but she didn’t go to college because she got engaged to this sleazy guy for no apparent reason. The next one was Amanda at NYU, but she was never the one-guy type if you know what I mean.”
“Ouch.”
Ryan shrugged it off indifferently. “It was…seven or eight years ago, I think, and I don’t know what I was thinking when I dated her. We never had anything in common. She moved to North Carolina with some guy in one of my classes. And after her was this other chick, Lisa. She was hot, but her mom was a bitch so she had insecurity problems. The sexual chemistry fizzled out after a few weeks and then she stalked me after we broke up. It got kinda weird, but she went to Florida to take care of her mom, who had a mental problem.”
“You attract these people, don’t you? Looks like I’m the next weirdo on the list. At least I would be if I was dating you.”
“Have you and Chase ever thought about having kids?”
Marissa blanched just contemplating the idea. “When he went back to his playboy stage after we got married, that was his worst nightmare. But lately, he keeps bringing it up. For some reason he seemed to think that it will magically fix everything and make him look like less of an asshole. But I hate Hollywood, I really do. Bad idea to raise a child there. No way will I willingly get pregnant to Chase.”
Ryan nodded in response to this, and went back to his own food-preparing. When he glanced at Marissa again a few minutes later, he noticed she seemed to be on the verge of tears. “Hey. Are you alright?”
She looked at him very strangely. “No-one’s really asked me that before.”
“…asked you what?” Ryan was puzzled.
“I mean, if I started crying like the idiot I am, they would roll their eyes or make an insult, they wouldn’t ask if I was okay.” A pause. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because it’s about damn time that someone treated you like that.”
“I don’t deserve it.”
“Marissa!” he said, not meaning to sound so irritated, and she flinched away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to annoy you.”
Ryan sighed, feeling like an ass. “You didn’t annoy me…I’m just frustrated about my brother.”
Marissa remained motionless in her place, several metres away from him, and kept her suddenly alert, watchful gaze firmly fixated on him. Her barely checked anxiety made him wonder but now was not the time to treat her like a psych project.
“Come here,” he suggested, but she simply looked at him, clearly expecting him to snap at her again. “I won’t be a jerk, I promise.” Ryan had almost forgotten how fragile she was, and finally, she moved over to him; or at least, a couple of steps away. She was biting her lip, hard, and he worried for a moment that she might draw blood. “I’m not upset with you, okay?”
She muttered what sounded suspiciously like another apology, and Ryan gave up on the overly placid act, picking her up and setting her on top of the counter. Marissa was now the bewildered one.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to keep your attention.”
“You’re short,” she mused after a moment, and he chuckled.
“That’s something. Look, Marissa...stop beating yourself up about all of this. Your husband, or whatever he does with his spare time, isn’t your fault. He’s just a creep.” Absently, Ryan rubbed her side, barely noticing he was doing it. Marissa rested her forehead against his, reaching for his hands.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know. But I feel like a person again, and that’s definitely something, so thank you.”
“No problem. How about we get this food on the table?”
She smiled. It looked a little difficult, and it was weak, but she was smiling, wasn’t she? Ryan couldn’t help but be proud of himself.
They ate in silence for several minutes, and Marissa seemed to be lost in thought, pushing some salad around her plate. “I should really call Chase,” she said suddenly. “Before this whole thing gets any worse.”
Although Ryan despised the idea of anything to do with her husband, he had to agree with that. He had no idea what was up with him. He was polite; he didn’t automatically despise someone unless he had good reason. And he supposed he did. He also knew that if given the chance, he would give Chase Evans a good ass-kicking, and see how many women ran after him then. He wouldn’t be so pretty if he was badly bruised. Ryan stabbed a potato aggressively, but finally said, “Yeah, good idea.”
“Besides,” she went on, “I’ve annoyed you for long enough. I should just get out of your way.” Marissa was heading for the phone before he could even consider protesting. Her fingers were shaking as she dialled the long-memorised cellphone number, and she anxiously twisted the cord around her fingers.
Finally, “Hello?” Chase had confusion in his tone; of course, Ryan’s number wouldn’t be one he recognised.
“It’s me,” she said quietly.
“Marissa!” he exploded, half pissed-off and half relieved. “God, do you have any idea how worried I was?”
About me, or the way it must have looked? Marissa didn’t dare say that out loud, so she instead offered, meekly, “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I bet you are. Where in the hell are you?”
She was a little frightened by his tone, but said hastily, “I’m in Manhattan. This guy found me, he let me stay at his apartment because I was freaked…” Her voice trailed off lamely.
Impatient sigh. “Give me the address, I’ll be up there tomorrow to get you. I’ll tell the press you’re fine.”
“Go ahead,” she muttered dejectedly, and rattled off the address. After this, she sat across from Ryan again.
“So you’re going home.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Marissa studied him with mild interest, frowning slightly. In a rush, she managed to ask, “Do you like me?”
“What? Of course I like you.”
“No,” she amended, blushing, “I meant, do you like me.”
“I think so.”
Curious, she wanted to ask him why. Adrenaline was determinedly racing through her after what she had just found out, and finally she said, “Okay. I just wanted to know.”
After this somewhat awkward end to lunch, Marissa was curled up in a stressed-out ball on the couch. Ryan found himself comparing her to a badly stressed cat, and sure enough, when he touched her experimentally, she jumped and shrank back.
“Don’t startle me,” she said, a little embarrassed.
“Sorry.” Ryan sat next to her on the couch. “It’s your last night here. Damien has mysteriously vanished to do something stupid. What do you feel like doing?” The words were barely out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. “Hang on.” He opened the door to reveal two people he had never seen before in his life; a petite brunette and a curly haired guy, presumably his age. “Uh…hi.”
“Hi,” the woman responded, all the while observing him as if he were some kind of alien life form. “Uhh…is Coop here by any chance?”
Marissa perked up at the familiar voice she hadn’t heard in far too long. “Summer?” she asked incredulously.
“Coop!” Summer wailed dramatically, shoving past Ryan as she headed straight for the couch where the bewildered blonde was sitting. Her heels, which didn't make her too much taller, clicked over in Marissa's direction.
“W-why are you here?” Marissa stammered. She hadn’t seen, contacted, or even heard about Seth or Summer in years. It was like talking to a stranger, but one that you might notice regularly at a supermarket.
Summer sighed, and as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, she said, “Duh, Coop. We’re here to convince you to leave your husband.”
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Post by mischaobsessed on Feb 22, 2008 9:41:42 GMT
OMG!! THAT WAS AMAZINGyou are seriously the best author, i hope you write more i love this story! one of your best, no actually i think its the best! write more pleaseee ;D ;D thanks hun
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