The OC, Ryan/Anna. Written 6/25/05. 1237 words. A story written in emails.
Subject: I miss you.
3/14/04, 6:30 AM
How are you? Is Pittsburgh the same as when you left? We all miss you, here – or, well, everyone else would if they’d think about something other than themselves all day. Anyway, I miss you. I think Marissa and I might get back together, but I’m not sure I’m ready to let go of everything that happened yet.
But enough about me; what’s going on there? I bet there’s no one as crazy as Seth in Pittsburgh – but that’s probably a good thing. Marissa said to say she’s sorry she didn’t get to say goodbye at the party and she hopes you’re good.
Well, I have to go – Seth’s Nana is coming later and I’ve got to straighten up the pool house. Talk to you soon.
Subject: Miss you too!
3/14/04, 9:35 AM
I miss you too! But it’s nice to be home. I forgot how great it is here. Actually, after Newport, Pittsburgh almost seems boring. There’s no great drama around here. Which is kind of a relief, actually.
I can tell something’s wrong, Ryan. What aren’t you telling me? And why? You know you can tell me anything. I don’t judge, and I’m not even there anymore to get in the middle of it.
What’s Seth’s Nana like? I bet she’s really cute and sweet! I love old people. Give her a big hug for me, okay?
Talk to you later.
Subject: Why do you always have to be right?
3/14/04, 7:43 AM
Fine, you’re right. Something’s wrong. But it’s still so crazy to think about – I don’t know. Marissa ran away last night and no one can find her anywhere. Luke and I were out all night searching.
But it’s not her fault – it’s mine. Well, only partly, I guess, but I still feel responsible.
A couple of nights ago, Seth and I caught Luke and Julie Cooper kissing at the Mermaid Inn. He was leaving. I tried to tell him to break up with her before Marissa found out, but she wound up finding out anyway – and finding out that I’d known and hadn’t told her.
So she’s gone. And I don’t know what to do. She could be anywhere – she could be in danger. I need to find her, but I don’t know where else to look.
Seth’s Nana isn’t here yet, but I don’t think she’s at all cute or sweet. From what I’ve heard, she’s a really scary lady.
I’ve got to go – Seth’s coming, presumably to get advice about something.
Talk to you soon.
Subject: You have to keep me posted!
3/14/05, 11:03 AM
Oh my god, Ryan! I hope she’s okay. I wish I was there to give you a hug, but this will have to do. It is not your fault at all, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong. Luke and Mrs. Cooper did.
Sounds like you’ve all been really busy lately. I can’t say I’m jealous.
Peanut butter cup pies are just as good as I remembered. You’ve got to try one sometime.
Is Seth’s Nana really scary? How odd. I wouldn’t have thought Sandy would have a scary mother.
What did Seth need to talk about? (If it has to do with Summer, I don’t want to know.)
Good luck finding Marissa.
Subject: In the interest of keeping you posted…
3/14/04, 11:19 PM
It’s been an exhausting day. Sorry I didn’t write back right away, but Seth’s talk made me realize where Marissa had gone, and then I had to bring her home, which took a long time.
We got back to the Cohens’ just in time for the Passover Seder, which is a really big deal for Jews, apparently. Who knew? Parts of it were fun, but it seemed to drag on forever. (That’s code for: as soon as I’m done with this email, I’m sleeping.)
Marissa went to Chino.
It was smart of her, I guess, to pick the place no one would think to look for her – no one but me. And, actually, it was good to go back, because I realized that I still have feelings for her and that Theresa and I would never have worked out. I told you everything that happened before you left, right?
Anyway, I think I’m ready to give my relationship with Marissa another shot. I miss her.
Chino doesn’t feel like home anymore, which is funny. Newport is home now – I’m home with the Cohens. I never thought I’d have anyone to rely on like that.
Sorry for getting a little sappy, but you’re the only one I can talk to about things like that – Seth would mock me (I can hear him in my head now: “That’s a bit minty, Ryan. Stop acting like a girl.”), and I’m not ready to express it in so many words to Sandy or Kirsten yet.
I’ll have to come visit you sometime so I can try a peanut butter cup pie. Sounds delicious.
The Nana… is another long story, and due to my overwhelming need for sleep, I’ll save it for later.
Seth needed to worry about the Nana coming, mostly. A bit of it was about Summer. (Sorry.)
What have you been up to, anyway? You haven’t said much. Really, Anna, I’m supposed to be the unexpressive one.
I’ll email you again tomorrow.
Subject: And the verdict on the Nana is…?
3/15/04, 8:15 AM
Wow, you’ve been busy. Actually, I have too, which is nice. Did I mention that it’s good to be home?
I want to know about the Nana! Stop holding out on me, Ryan. I thought we were friends. (Of course I know you’re not really holding out. Hope you had a good night’s sleep.)
Yes, you told me everything before I left. I’m glad you’re so certain you made the right choice – especially since I’m not sure I did. I mean, it’s nice to be home, but I have to stop running away from my problems. Don’t tell Seth that one reason I left was because I couldn’t stand seeing him with Summer everyday. It was killing me.
But I did miss home, and I do love it here, and it’s great to catch up with my friends, so maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all.
No problem about the sappiness. It’s sweet, actually. Nice to know what’s really going on under that tough exterior of yours. You should tell Sandy and Kirsten, though – I’m sure they’d be really touched to hear that your home is with them now.
I’m not being unexpressive! Really, Ryan, it’s called being a friend. I was interested in what’s happening with you – is there something wrong with that?
Not much is going on here, though, since you asked. It’s only been about a week, you know. Not everywhere changes as fast as Newport does, as I’m sure you know. I reconnected with my best friend, Max. She’s the best. We’re going bowling tomorrow. That’s about all, really. Oh, and I’ve spent a lot of time playing with my dog. I missed him so much!
Talk to you later.