Authors Note: All these relationships are up to date. The viewpoints are up to date. I went through all of Marissa's love interests/people who loved her/stalked her/almost raped her/had a lesbian relationship with. So a small drabble covering how each felt about Marissa. "Lovers' prompt from the fanfic100 challenge at LJ where I claimed Marissa Cooper.

Disclaimer: No ownage.

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Luke thinks about her constantly, even in Portland. How life would have been in Ryan had never appeared in the scene. If it'd still be the two of them, partying and making out, hanging with Summer occasionally and hitting up all the coolest places because they were the coolest people. If he'd never cheated on her with Holly or slept with Julie countless times. Luke doesn't know but he wishes he did. Losing Marissa was the stupidest thing he'd ever done. No, there was that time when he was seven and he stepped on a nail, just because his Mom told him not to. But this ranked second place. And now, as the Portland sun descended, he wondered if somewhere in Newport, she was smiling. If she was happy. Because even if it was with Ryan... she deserved it.

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Ryan's a little jealous sometimes. And he barely hesitates to use his fists to prove it. Chino was... it was different. The girls were rougher, edgier. And Marissa was a breath of fresh air. Yes, her own demons followed everywhere she went but whose didn't? She was troubled but damnit, she was beautiful. She was the first girl he had ever loved. Ever felt so strongly about within the first glance. He'd almost died trying to protect her and no matter how monotonous their lives got, no matter how many times this broken record would play, he'd do it again. In a heartbeat.

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Soulmates. Marissa and Oliver were so clearly soulmates. They met in therapy, for Christ's sake. Both alcoholics, both substance abusers, both so clearly screwed up. Why argue with him? Like he had said, they clicked. They had a connection. And if you couldn't see that... He loved Marissa. And still, trying to get to sleep in his empty penthouse, he was sure she loved him too. Out of the corner of her mind, at least. They were friends, yes. But also, they had to have been so much more than that. Oliver has given on Marissa. For now.

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Gardener and the rich girl. It seems like such a fairytale twist, or at least a cheap erotica novel. They had something. Undeniably. But after watching her run back to the Ryan kid like they had never even met, he figured out that their something wasn't so great after all. To him it had been. She was his wildest dream come true. Her kisses were soothing after a hard day of work, especially if their had been a meeting with Julie Cooper. And it hurt DJ, a little. But they came from different worlds. She was the rich girl. He was the gardener. And she had Ryan. He was just a distraction but he doesn't mind so much. Even though they had little, it was still there. And he can still feel the heat of their kisses, even on the coldest of days.

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Marissa was so fucking perfect. She could never sit still. She wanted what she couldn't have and when she got it... she lost interest. Reality came crashing down. She lived in a dream world, most of the time. A world where she pissed off her Mom and that was about the top priority for everything she did. And God help her, Alex still fell for her. Fell hard. The physical part of their relationship was great. And Alex was even proud to be the first person Marissa had ever been with. You know, the first girl at least. And sadly, Alex was sure she was also going to be the last. Which was satisfying... and painful. Alex had just been an experiment, something to get out of Marissa's system. Something to get in the way of Ryan and Marissa. Another way to piss Julie Cooper off.

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It was never his intention to hurt her. Maybe his coked-up drunk versions intention, but not Trey's. It just didn't seem right. Why did Ryan get her? Why did he get the good life, the pool house, the money, the school and then to top it off, Newport's Princess? They were much better suited. He liked her. She liked him, he could see it in her eyes. Why else would she be so kind? Why else would she fucking flirt with him? She threw him a PARTY. Still... he knew. It was no excuse. His only blessing was that he hadn't gone through with... oh, no point in sugar coating it. Raping her. He tried to apologize, of course. But sorry didn't seem to work. Nothing seemed to work. So naturally, he lied. He lied his ass of until the moment that the bullet coursed through his body. And then he lied again. "Ryan shot me." But this time, it was for Marissa's best interest. Sure, she hated him. Feared him. Wanted nothing to do with him. But he still cared for her. Before this, Trey never even knew he could care for someone. Marissa Cooper really took a toll on his life.

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She was a Goddess. An honest-to-goodness Goddess that had came to him out of him dreams and landed right in front of him at Newport Union. Chili saw her and there it was. Love. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Perfection standing at five feet, however many inches. Did angels exist? They had to. Because if they didn't, Marissa logically couldn't be standing here. She was an angel. No other explanation. No other definition. A angelic Goddess, he'd compromised. He'd have to work hard to keep his saliva under control.

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She has a boyfriend. She has a boyfriend. She has a boyfriend. He had a girlfriend. Before Casey decided cheating on his with only his oh, WORST enemy would be pretty fun in the grand scheme of things. And now what was he doing? Yep, falling for Marissa. Brilliant. He refused to let himself screw up what Marissa had going with Ryan. She was going to be happy, he'd see to it. Everything with Ryan's brother... it was screwed up. It was haunting her. And even though he wished he could be the one to take the pain away, he'd stand by and watch Ryan to do instead. Why did Marissa have to be so... so? He hated liking her. Falling in love with her. Hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it. Why? Because she has a boyfriend. She has a boyfriend. And he refused to try and get in the way.