Crazy Stupid Love

Chapter 59: Beautiful Places and Confrontations

Rocky's POV

"Good morning," I smile as Natasha climbs into my car.
"Rocky, what's wrong? It's 8am."
"Does something have to be wrong for me to come see you?"
"It's Saturday, and I'm up before noon. This better be life or death, otherwise it's going to be."
"Well I do have something to tell you, but I also wanted to see you."
I lean in to kiss her, but she backs away.
"Rocky, let's be real. This isn't going to last," she murmurs.
"Why not?" I ask; my voice cracking.
I force my tears back; feeling like I just took a kick to the stomach.
"Rocky, I'm 23."
"Really, cause you don't look a day over gorgeous."
"I'm serious, Rocky. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm looking for something that'll last."
"Well then," I sigh. "I guess I don't feel as bad telling you that my brother's girlfriend and I kissed.
"Goodbye, Rocky," she says softly, before opening the door and walking back in the direction she came from.
I make on attempt to fight off the few tears the come as I drive home. We weren't together for that long, but it still stings that she left like that.
I drive aimlessly for a few hours; enjoying the time to think. By the time I return home, I am at peace.
As I go to turn into the driveway, I see all five members of my family standing in the driveway.
After parking on the curb, I walk over to see what's up.
"Yo, Rocky, let's do something," Riker suggests. "I think we all need something to lighten the mood around here."
"Laser tag?" Ryland suggests.
"Nah, man," I reply. "Paintball."
"Hell yes!" Riker cheers.
"I'm in," Ratliff adds quietly.
"Let's do it," Ryland agrees.
"I'm out," Marriya announces. "You guys go have fun shooting each other, I'm going to sit this one out."
"I think I'll stay too," Ross announces.
"You don't have to do that," I assure him. "Go shoot guns with your brothers, I'll be fine."
"No, I want to stay," Ross insists.
"Hmmm," I say with a smirk; cocking my eyebrows at them. "Interesting."
"Fuck off," Ross growls.
Ratliff takes a step forward before winding up and punching me in the shoulder.
"Ouch!" I complain.
"Then shut up!" Ellington retorts.
"I'm just saying that if it's going to go down, check the drawer by-" I begin, but am cut off by Ratliff hitting me.
"Stoooop," I whine. "Safety first, it's all I'm saying."
For the third time, Ratliff slams his fist into my bicep.
"Would you quit hitting me?" I exclaim.
"I'm sorry but you open your mouth and stupid stuff keeps coming out!" "Let's just go," Riker suggests; walking out of the conversation.
"Have fun, you two," I say with a wink.
I take of sprinting about a second before Ross, giving me just enough time to dive into the back seat of Riker's car. Having my back, Ryland shuts and locks the door just as Ross reaches it. He slams his hand against the glass; cussing me out with some colourful language as I mock him from safety. After dragging my middle fingers across the window, Riker backs out and drives off.

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Marriya's POV

"So," Ross says as he closes the door of his house behind us. "What do you want to do?"
"I want you to make me a sandwich," I decide.
"I was thinking," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist. "We could do something a little different."
"And I was thinking," I reply; ducking out of his kiss. "Grilled cheese."
Rolling his eyes and groaning dramatically; Ross walks off towards the kitchen.
About fifteen minutes later, he returns to me with two plates. He hands one to me, and it doesn't take me long to notice the giant hole in sandwich on it.
"You ass!" I exclaim.
Grinning mischievously, he says, "I'm going to go get a water, you want one?"
"Please," I reply.
Standing up; Ross walks out of the room.
Moving quickly, I jump across the room and grab the sandwich off his plate. I replace it with the one he gave me; minus another giant bite that I took.
Walking back into the room; Ross' brow furrows at the sight of me standing in the middle of the room.
"Is that my sandwich?" he asks slowly.
"It's mine now."
"I made you your own sandwich!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, and you took a giant ass bite out of it," I retort.
"You're impossible," he states.
"You love me," I reply with a cocky smirk.
"Did you just smirk at me?" he asks; aghast.
I giggle in response.
"You're using my own moves against me!"
"Keep up, Lynch," I taunt.
"Finish your food," he orders. "We're going somewhere."
"No," I argue. "I don't want to."
"It'll be fun," he tempts.
"Yeah, just like eating glass," I reply sarcastically. "I want to stay."
I firmly stand my ground; that is, until my feet are no longer on it.
"Ross!" I scream, but am cut off by a kiss.
"We're going on an adventure," he murmurs against my lips.
"Or," I counter. "We can do something else."
"As great as that sounds, there's a place that I really want to take you," he whispers.
Complying, I finish my food. After grabbing my jacket and slipping on my sneakers, I follow Ross outside.
We drive for about 20 minutes until we hit a dirt road. We follow it until the road closes into a small footpath leading into the forest.
"We're going to have to walk from here," he states.
The canopies of the trees block out almost all sunlight on the path, giving the forest around us an eerie aura. The path is narrow; forcing Ross to walk in front of me as opposed to beside me. My feet begin to ache; my lungs growing desperate for cleaner air.
"Where are we going," I whine.
"Well, as I said the last 15 times you asked that question, you will just have to wait and see."
"Tell me!" I plead.
"Sorry, I'm sworn to secrecy," he taunts.
The path soon ends; opening into a small clearing with a cliff overlooking the ocean.
"Ross!" I exclaim. "It's beautiful."
"Almost as beautiful as beautiful as you," he replies.
"Awe-"
"Almost."
Taking his hand, I lead him over to cliff. I sit down on the stone, dangling my feet over the edge. He sits down beside me; rejoining our hands as I lean my head on his shoulder.
We sit together in silence for a while; both of our attentions captivated by the ocean rolling in and crashing onto the rocks. It is breathtaking.
"Don't you miss touring the world?" I ask.
"I see my world every time I look in your eyes," he replies softly. "There's no place I'd rather be."
"Maybe we can travel together some day," I suggest.
"I would love that," he replies with a smile.
We fall back into our comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company.
"Do you think we'll end up together?" I ask quietly. "In the end?"
"Of course I do," he answers. "We're like Romeo and Juliet."
"I've read that book, and I don't like the ending."
"Then we'll write our own," he promises.
Looking in my eyes; he kisses me softly.

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A few hours later, we return home. I sit cross legged on the bathroom floor, attempting to pick shards of rock out of the palms of my hands. As nice as the view was on the eyes, the cliff really took a toll on my hands.
"Hey, Rocky just texted me," Ross says; appearing in the bathroom doorframe. "They're going out for supper, so we're on our own. What do you want?"
"Chinese?" I ask hopefully.
"You got it, Babe," he replies.
After taking a minute to fix my Mascara, I walk out to see Ross shrugging on his jacket.
"I'm going to go pick up the Chinese," he says. "I'll be back soon."
"See you soon," I reply.
I follow him outside; giving him a long hug on the stairs. He moves down one step; placing himself at eye level with me.
"I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too," I reply.
I melt into his arms as he presses a soft kiss to my lips; feeling the closeness I always crave from him.
"I'll be back in like half an hour-" he begins to say, but I cut him off with another kiss.
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter if the food gets a little cold," he whispers with a seductive smirk.
"Go get my deep friend wontons," I demand. "I'm hungry."
"As you wish," he says dramatically.
With one last peck to the lips, he walks off to his car.
As Ross pulls out of the driveway, I sit down on the steps.
I watch the sun begin to set; the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore leaving me with a peaceful feeling.
Hearing a noise, my head whips around to the side of the house where I watch Alana walk out of the shadows.
"What do you want?" I demand.
"I need a favour."
"Yeah, wrong address."
"Marriya-"
"How did you even get here? Did someone leave your cage open again? Bitch."
"I need to see Ryland. Please, Marriya, he won't take my calls," she begs.
"Wow, I wonder why," I reply; sarcasm thick in my voice.
"I need to talk to him, or I'll hurt myself," she threatens.
"If you're going to do that, I have a suggestion. Take a nice climb up to the top of your ego, then jump down to your IQ."
Her jaw drops at my words; her eyes narrowing.
"I love him, Marriya. I want to talk to him. Now."
"Love, really? I may love shopping, but even I'm not buying your bullshit. Now get off my lawn."
"I changed my mind, Marriya, Ryland is all I want."
"Oh, you changed your mind. Does this one work any better?" I ask.
"Things are different now!" she insists.
"You know what, Alana, you should really plant some trees so you can replace all the oxygen you waste," I sneer. "Now get out of my face."

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~ Hannah xxx