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15 June 2010 @ 09:29 pm
The Follow Through (Chapter Six) - Sequel to 'The Unexpected'  

Chapter Six

"Hey," Ryan said as he eased into the poolhouse and found Summer laying in the bed.

"Hey," Summer replied. "You wanna sit down?"

Ryan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over to take her hand. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again after... after what happened at graduation."

"I didn't plan on you ever seeing me again," Summer admitted. "It hurt too bad."

"But why didn't you break up with me right away? That fight was almost three months before graduation."

"I wanted to try, I loved you... still love you... so much that I didn't want to give you up. But... I couldn't stand looking at you because I knew how much it would hurt you if you knew what I had let happen..."

"I never would have blamed you," Ryan said. "Never."

"I know that now," Summer said. "But I left and didn't plan on ever coming back to Newport, I was going to stay away forever. Be the top interior designer on the east coast... and never see you again because it would hurt too bad. Even though it hurt so much not to be with you."

"We're together now," Ryan said, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

"But when I saw the news and it said you were missing and had been for a week... I figured something major was wrong if the Cohens didn't know where you were. And they said you and Seth had gotten into a fight over a girl, which sounded so stupid, so I knew Seth had to have done something inmeasureably stupid..."

"It's Seth, kinda par for the course," Ryan admitted, smiling.

Summer laughed. "Good point."

"So I hear you threatened to stab Seth with a fork?"

"I wanted to know what the hell he said," Summer said in her own defense. "You've always been so thick skinned so I knew it had to be something bad... I wanted to kill him when I found out just what he said. And wanted to kill you for being so stupid as to run away like some little kid who didn't get his way."

"It was a little more complicated than that!" Ryan protested.

"I know, but... it was still stupid for you to runaway. Sandy and Kirsten love you just as much as they love Seth, you know that. Didn't you get a big talking to by them years ago about that?"

"Yeah," Ryan admitted. "It was stupid of me, I know. But can we move on? I did it, I came back. it's done."

"Okay," Summer agreed. "So... forget the past. Let's talk about... the future."

"Oh yeah?" Ryan asked. "What about it specifically?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Are we totally forgetting the past and starting over? Or are we just going to pretend we don't know about some of the bad parts of it and move on from the good?"

"Let's ignore all my Pre-Newport past," Ryan suggested. "Everything after that we can handle without being in denial."

"Are we jumping back into our relationship as it was? Or starting over from scratch?"

"Summer..." Ryan said, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"I'm just trying to figure out where we stand," Summer said. "I mean... is it appropiate for me to talk about our old plans for our future? Or should I avoid that?"

"We're together, and talking about the future, so I think it's appropiate to talk about our old plans," Ryan said. "What specifically are you thinking about?"

"Do you remember when we used to talk about our dream house?" Summer asked quietly.

Ryan smiled. "I still have all those sketches and layouts," he admitted.

"You do?"

Ryan nodded. "I guess part of me always hoped you'd come back and we could make things work."

"Well, you were right on both counts," Summer said. "Are you still going to design our dream home?"

"As long as you want me to," Ryan agreed, smiling."I even know where I'd build it."

"Really?" Summer asked.

"Yup," Ryan said. "I'll show you sometime."

"Show me now," Summer ordered, jumping up and trying to pull Ryan to his feet.

"It's late!" Ryan protested, even as he stood.

"We'll be back by curfew," Summer taunted.

Ryan laughed as they left the poolhouse and headed through the main house. "We're going out," he told Sandy and Kirsten. "We'll be back in time for dinner."

"Okay, have fun," Kirsten said, smiling at the two as they headed towards the front. Once she heard the front door close, she turned to Sandy. "I'm glad she's back," she said. "He was happiest when he was with her. Except for those few times."

"Let's hope it lasts this time," Sandy replied.

~~~

"Here we are," Ryan said, as he directed Summer to stop in front of an empty lot.

"This is it?" Summer asked, looking sceptically at the land in front of them.

"Come on," Ryan said, gettign out of the car and going around to help her out. He led her to the center of the land. "Think of the view," he said. "And about 60 feet of the beach down there is part of this property. And the cliff is partially bedrock, so it's stable to put the foundation on..."

"And how exactly are we suppose to get this land to build on?" Summer asked.

"It belongs to The Newport Group. It was going to be this huge mansion for this guy, but then he died and his trophy wife decided to use his money to move to Paris. Newport Group had already bought the land for him, though, so we kept it, figured we'd think of something to do with it eventually."

"And how are you gonna get Caleb to give it to you?"

"I haven't accepted the job at Newport Group yet," Ryan said. "I wasn't sure if I was going to until this afternoon."

"Okay..." Summer said. "And that relates how?"

"I tell him that if he wants me to take the job, he has to promise to give me this lot to build my own house on," Ryan explained. "Caleb is the one person I don't mind pulling that kind of crap on."

"He deserves for someone to pull it on him," Summer agreed. "But you really want to get this spot for us?"

"It's a good spot. The ground is solid for a good foundation," Ryan said. "It's..."

"It's close to your parents' house," Summer added.

"About a 5 minute walk," Ryan agreed. "Far enough not to be crowded..."

"I like the idea of being close to them," Summer assured him. "How big will our house be?"

"As big as you want," Ryan whispered in her ear. "Or as small. Whatever you want, Summer."

"How soon?" Summer asked.

"That will have to wait a while," Ryan said, pulling Summer back towards the car. "We have to get back for dinner."

"You're stalling," Summer protested, laughing.

"Yes, I am," Ryan agreed. "You'll know in a few weeks."

"We're moving fast," Summer commented once they were in the car.

"Do you want to slow down?" Ryan countered.

Summer shook her head. "We have 3 years to make up for, don't we?" she said. After another moment's silence, she glanced over at him. "Where do you think we'd be if I hadn't broken up with you?"

"Married," Ryan said after only a moment's hesitation. "I'd been thinking that we finish our freshman years at UCLA, and then... I was going to propose. Wait until we had adjusted to college before creating this new big change in our lives."

"Really?" Summer asked. "Wow."

"What would you have said?"

Summer glanced over at him as she started back towards the Cohen house. "I would have said yes," she replied, smiling.

"I hoped so."

"And if you ever do ask me? I'll say yes."

"Good to know," Ryan said, reaching over to grasp her hand. "Very good to know."

To Be Continued

I forgot that I actually kinda lampooned how quickly things happened were happening in this fic with Summer's line about moving fast... lol

 
 
 
(Anonymous) on June 16th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
They may be moving fast, but as the line said, they have three years to make up for.

Its good to see them happy after what happened in the first few chapters.
60schic: Days of Summer60schic on June 16th, 2010 06:13 am (UTC)
I love Romantic Ryan. Maybe they are moving a bit fast but what the Hell.