Worth the Heartbreak

Author's Note: This is my second Alex/Marissa fic, just something that was kind of floating around in my head after watching Rainy Day Women. And please, feel free to let me know what you think of this. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: Um...All I own is my computer and my surfboard. So...all credit for these characters goes to the dude that created the show.

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I wake up slowly, becoming aware of the world and the light streaming in through my curtains and wondering why I can't move my right arm. The question of my right arm fades into the sleepy haze of my mind as I yawn and look at the ceiling, trying to remember what day it is, what happened last night...

Then, as I try moving my arm again, I remember and I look slowly to the right.

I don't know why I'm surprised to see Marissa lying there, but for whatever reason I am. And I also don't know why I'm so surprised at how beautiful she is when she sleeps, because she's beautiful all the time. But in sleep, her usual innocence seems even more pronounced. Her beautiful face is relaxed and in this light I can see that a few light freckles grace her cute nose, which is something that I hadn't noticed before.

After a moment of careful examination of her perfect face, I take a second to figure out how we got here...seriously, what happened yesterday? The sleep is still clearing from my mind, but as it does, bits and pieces of yesterday's events come back to me.

She told her mother about us.

She is staying with me because her mother freaked.

We made love all night.

Oh yeah...I remember now. And as all that comes back to me, I smile and look at her again. This beautiful girl just turned her life upside-down to be with me. My smile grows as I remember her bursting in my door the previous day, soaking wet from the rain, smiling that amazing smile of hers and kissing me deeply, her cold skin somehow warming me when we touched. Go figure that one...

And when she told me that she had told her mother about our relationship so this could be more real, for us? Oh my God...when she said that I could have dropped to one knee and asked her to marry me. I had never felt quite so valued, so cared about, so loved as I did when she told me that, touching me so tenderly and looking at me with those gorgeous blue-green eyes. She is without a doubt the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen, and the fact that she looks at me as if she feels the same way is incredible.

But even as I watch her gorgeous face, and feel her amazing body against mine, and even as I thank God for letting me have this experience with this girl, I know that this isn't going to end well.

I know somehow that she's going to break my heart, that I'm going to fall in love with her and that will be it...that things will end somehow and that it's going to hurt like hell.

I also know that I should probably do something to prevent it, should probably nip this in the bud before things get all that far and before we ruin what we've had between us so far, because it's been beautiful.

But...I can't. Because I'm really falling hard for this girl and I don't want to let her go. Not just yet. I'm holding on to her as long as I possibly can.

As she wakes up slowly and her amazing blue-green eyes flutter open, I can't help but wonder how long it's going to be before I lose her.

"Morning," she murmurs, adorable in her sleepy state. You're going to break my heart someday, Marissa.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I whisper back to her, a small smile finding its way onto my face in spite of the thoughts tumbling around in my head.

She smiles at me and leans forward, kissing me lightly on the lips, and in that moment I know; this is so going to be worth the heartbreak.