A/N: - Hey guys. This is just a little one-shot that came to me while listening to Coldplay's new album, X&Y, which rocks by the way. Like, hardcore R/M, could it be any other? May develop into a story if I get loads of reviews….eh, I don't know! Read, and review, dudes, you know I love it.

You cut me down a tree,
And brought it back to me,
And that's what made me see,
Where I was going wrong…

Although they were not together, they somehow managed to convey the same exact feeling as the other without knowing. The strings of their hearts had both been tugged at in the same place, and if anything, they had been tugged too hard, breaking into little shards they both held so tightly onto. A glimpse would be all it took, a searing connection of the two blue irises, as they brushed oh-so slightly against each other in the hallway, careful not to draw attention to their outwardly passionate affection for one another, that neither seemed to notice themselves. A gentle jolt of attraction would shoot straight into their fragile hearts, every time a hand was touched by accident, every time a foot would brush up against the others, every time a name was mentioned.

You put me on a shelf,
And kept me for yourself,
I can only blame myself,
You can only blame me…

They rarely talked, merely communicated through telling looks, and slight smiles that were held in each others memory. It was as if a silent treaty had been signed, a pact, a vow of silence, almost. It wasn't that they avoided each other; it was simply the odd meetings and collidings that kept them going. It wasn't that they hadn't forgiven each other, it was simply the fact the memories were too sore to heal. It wasn't that no-one else knew, everyone knew. It wasn't the complications of their relationship; it was the complications of the world around them, which their relationship more often than not, revolved around. It wasn't the mistakes they had both made, it was the promises they had both tried so desperately to keep. It wasn't that they didn't love each other; it was simply the fear of admitting it. After all, they were Ryan and Marissa.

And I could write a song,
A hundred miles long,
Well, that's where I belong,
And you belong to me…

Ryan knew it, he could tell. The somewhat awkward glances, the breath he seemed to lose when she came near. The way her golden hair shone in the sunlight, the way her light blue eyes seemed to connect right to his soul with one look. The way her lips curved into a gentle smile, the way her hips swayed lightly as she walked. The way a glimpse of her could brighten up his day, the way he could identify her voice anywhere.

And I could write it down,
Or spread it all around,
Get lost and then get found,
Or swallowed in the sea…

Marissa knew it, she could tell. The safety she felt when he was near her, the look he gave her when she smiled at him. The way his dirty blonde hair would always be slightly messed up, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. The way his muscles bulged from under his shirt, the way he always had a smile playing on his lips, seemingly reserved just for her. The way she could somehow interpret his feelings without even knowing what he was thinking, the way his presence was felt by her every time he walked into a room.

You put me on a line,
And hung me out to dry,
And darling that's when I,
Decided to go to see you…

Both their hearts ached for each other, the passion reaching the same levels. He had never dated after her; she had never dated after him. A silent promise that they both knew they were right for each other, and they would make it right someday. Someday could be any day, it could be tomorrow, it could be next week, maybe next year. But for Ryan and Marissa, someday would be today.

You cut me down to size,
And opened up my eyes,
Made me realize,
What I could not see…

As she took one last look around her room, she slowly shut the door behind her, careful not to drop the box she had so precisely packed. She noticed her father watching her; she gave him a small smile, before handing him a pair of keys.

"This is the last box." She stated, staring out of the window that was opposite her door. Jimmy nodded, taking it off her.

"I'll be in the van, okay kiddo?"

"Give me just a minute." Marissa replied quietly, fingering the paper that lay folded up in her pocket. She waited until the door was closed, then withdrew it and unfolded it, holding it in front of her, her hand shaking because she knew who it was from. From him. From Ryan.

Marissa,

I can tell now what my hearts been truly trying to tell me for the first time in years. I can figure out why I feel this way, finally. I'm not much of a writer, in fact I'm not much of anything, and I know I can never be good enough for someone who is as perfect as you. But the fact is, I'm in love with you. Maybe this is just coming from the broken heart of a lovesick teenager, but that broken heart has given me the courage to tell you. To tell you I can't bear to be without you for another minute, to be away from you for another second, how every time I see you my heart skips a beat. To tell you how I feel I keep drowning in you, as if we are both swallowed in the sea. So, just know, even if you screw this letter up, even if it doesn't mean anything to you or even if you keep it, that I love you, and I always will.

From the bottom of my heart,

Ryan

At first she had thought it was a joke, a prank by some idiot who would find it funny. But the more she read it, the more it made sense. The more sense it made, she saw it was the truth. And she saw it was the truth, because she felt the exact same way. It had been slid through her locker this morning, and she had found it by lunch, curious as to who would leave a note in her locker. She opened it when she returned home, and since then she had read through it so many times, that she was surprised the words were still there. The letter was supposed to make her happy, instead it made her heart break even more, if that was possible. Folding the white paper back up neatly, she placed it atop the empty mantelpiece, and with it she placed a note of her own. A note of her own to say all the things she could not say face-to-face, to say all the things she had kept bottled up these past years, a note to say goodbye. She turned and slowly walked away, out of the apartment, shutting the door gently behind her, leaving it unlocked, as she knew, this would be the one place he would come to.

And I could write a book,
The one they'll say that shook,
The world, and then it took,
It took it back from me…

Ryan knew this would be the one place he would come to, he knew it ever since he left the note in her locker that morning. He had ridden to school early on his bike, making sure no-one was around as he slipped it through the slits of her locker. He had hung his dignity and pride on a line, but somehow he felt it would all be worth it. He felt like a huge weight had lifted off of his chest, a burden being set free. The way he felt could not be restrained anymore. Now, he was on his way to make sure she felt that way too. Climbing out of the car, and walking his way around to her front door. Knocking gently on the door, he listened for footsteps, and was surprised when there were none. He frowned, knocking again, before finding the doorknob twisted around easily in his hand, and the door opened. Looking around the room before him, he was shocked to see the emptiness, everything, gone, just gone. Running up the stairs, he found the rooms up there in the same state as below. Holding his head in his hands, he rested on the bottom step on the stairs, noticing several pieces of paper that were left on the mantelpiece. Slowly getting up, he reached his hands out, and took them down, recognizing the exact same piece of paper from that morning. So she'd read it, obviously, Ryan placed it back, before finding a second note attached to the back. Heart racing, he nervously opened the envelope with his name written in her elegant handwriting across the front. He read the first line, then folded it back up, rushing back out to his car.

And I could write it down,
Or spread it all around,
Get lost and then get found,
And you'll come back to me,
Not swallowed in the sea…

Picking up her boarding pass from the lady who had so kindly passed it to her, Marissa took a step back from the counter, and picked up her handbag, following her father away from the queue.

"So, guess this is it, kiddo." Jimmy said, smiling. "Say goodbye to Newport." Marissa smiled nervously, glancing around the blue plastic chairs that lined the airport walls. "You ready to go through security?" Marissa shook her head, no.

"I, um, I just want to go buy a magazine…ok?" Jimmy nodded, as he watched her daughter walk off. He knew the feelings she was keeping pent up, and he knew exactly who she was waiting for.

And I could write a song,
A hundred miles long,
Well, that's where I belong,
And you belong with me…

Running through the revolving doors, Ryan clutched the note tightly in his hand, stopping abruptly as he approached the crowds that were the airport. He pushed through the crowd, apologizing for the inconvenience he was causing, before he stood in front of the screen searching for the flight.

The streets you're walking on,
A thousand houses long,
Well, that's where I belong,
And you belong with me…

Numbly receiving the change from her purchase, Marissa walked slowly out of the shop, looking down at her feet, sighing. Maybe she had gone too far with her note? Sure, he'd said he loved her, but maybe he was taken back a little by her letter? Searching through the crowds, she prayed for a miracle, the one time something in her life would turn out right, the only thing in her life that could turn out right, the one thing she treasured the most.

Oh what good is it to live,
With nothing left to give,
Forget but not forgive,
Not loving all you see…

He stopped abruptly when he saw her, her face bowed down as if she was upset. Well, why shouldn't she be? He felt a pang shoot through his body, taking in her beauty once again. He watched her as she looked around once more, he watched her as she finally noticed him watching her, him standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets. And as if by some kind of electrical current, the two were drawn too each other, their souls connecting. Their eyes met, their expressions were identical, their footsteps towards each other the same pace. The way they somehow found themselves tangled up with each other, Ryan's hand softly placed around her back, Marissa's head resting on his shoulder. The way he could feel the tears soak through his shirt, the way he could feel his own eyes well up. The way he stroked her hair softly, the way she moved her head up slowly, the way their eyes met again. The way all the feelings they had hid were let loose as their lips drew closer together, enveloping one another, they way their lips met, and the way relief flooded through them, the way somehow know it was all right. The way they told each other silently exactly what they were thinking, the way they couldn't bear to pull away, or exchange any words.

Oh the streets you're walking on,
A thousand houses long,
Well that's where I belong,
And you belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea …

The way she was slowly pulling away, the confused look on his face. The way she silently told him she had to go, the way his eyes pleaded with her. The way tears cascaded down her face, the way he was trying to contain himself. The way she turned and walked away.

You belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea,
Yeah, you belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea…

The way she turned back, and faced him. The way he could feel her pain, identical to his. The way a smile formed through her tears, the way she knew she would be back. The way he knew she would come back. The way he knew they would be together, the way she knew they would be together. The way he knew their day was today, the way she knew someday was today. The way he had slipped another note into her back pocket, the way she had placed a note into his back pocket. The way he knew she would read it, the way she knew he would cherish it.

The way they finally had each other, the way they weren't going to let go, the way an airplane ride wouldn't rip what they had apart. The way their smiles knew what was right. The way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. The way she walked away, the way he looked at her. The way they both knew it meant goodbye, goodbye, but not forever. Because forever was theirs.

The way they both loved each other. Forever. The way they belonged together, not swallowed in the sea.

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