Ryan and Theresa did NOT sleep together. So Seth never sailed to Tahiti and he and Summer never broke up. But Marissa is forced to live with Julie and Caleb, but she isn't drinking as much.

I like when people review. But saying my story sucks isn't reviewing. It's saying you don't like it and that people shouldn't read it. You can say it sucks, but give me some help! I'm only 13! Just help me if you think I can do something to fix my mistakes.

If my characters get OOC, it's because I want it that way. If you like characters just the way they are now, then don't read!

I'm going to space my chapters out a little more. I was rushing because I tried to get them up ASAP. But not anymore. I'm spacing it out. 1 or 2 chapters a week.

Takes place in November of 2004.

Another beautiful day in Newport Beach, California. The sky is a golden color as the sun slowly rises over the horizon. This is one of the few good things about Newport, according to Sandy Cohen. He watches the sunrise as he packs up and heads home from the beach.

He opens the door to the house and hears a glass shatter in the kitchen. He instantly drops his board and heads into the kitchen and sees two people staring at the glass. They look at each other and start yelling again. Sandy notices a small chuckle in the corner and looks over.

"They've been arguing for the past hour," the boy said.

"About what?"

"She wants to cook."

"I don't blame Seth for not letting her. Remember last Thanksgiving?"

"Oh no. Don't remind me," Ryan chuckled.

"Seth Ezekiel Cohen! I am your mother and I am in charge of you! I will cook with Ryan's guidance if I want to and he agreed already!! I have been doing very well! Right Ryan?"

"Yeah Seth. She's been doing well. She made some good food yesterday."

"Fine! We're going to starve and I'm NOT calling the Salvation Army for donations."

"We have plenty of food," Sandy said.

"Oh snap! Are you all siding with the mother?"

They nodded.

"Gasp! Well. I'll just get Summer over here. She'll have a rage blackout on you."

"That's REAL nice Cohen. Threaten your family with me."

Seth turned around and saw Summer standing by the kitchen door.

"H-hey Summer. How are you..."

"Save it Cohen. I hope you don't mind that I stopped by. The hell beast is having a nasty hangover and is feeling more needy than usual."

"Not at all Summer. You're always welcome," Kirsten said.

"Thanks for being so understanding Mr. and Mrs. Cohen."

"Please Summer. Call us Sandy and Kirsten."

"You better listen Summer. They might make you sleep in the pool house if you call them that."

Sandy and Kirsten looked over at Ryan in shock. Seth was trying so hard not to laugh at Ryan's comment his juice came out of his nose and all over the table.

"I was kidding!"

"That's funny! Ryan pulled a funny!" Seth said. They all looked over at him and saw his shirt covered in juice.

"Like eww Cohen. Can you go and get changed? I'm like, not going anywhere near that… snot infested shirt." Summer looked at the shirt. It was pretty gross.

Seth ran upstairs and Sandy and Kirsten left, leaving Summer and Ryan in an awkward silence.

"How's your day going?" Ryan asked.

"It's um… great. Yeah. What about you?"

"Good. Except for the fact your boyfriend got snot all over his shirt. Now, I'm not too hungry."

"I know! We were supposed to like, get breakfast and I'm not hungry anymo… COHEN! What are you wearing?"

Ryan looked over to where Summer was looking. He was wearing a shirt with a horse on it and said "Captain Oats."

"No no no no no! You are SOO not wearing that!"

"Summer," Seth whined.

"NOW!"

Seth headed upstairs, but bumped into Sandy first.

"No wonder she yelled at you. It's too small!"

"Thanks dad. I should borrow one of Ryan's shirts. He wouldn't mind too much."

Seth went out the front door and back into the poolhouse. He found Ryan's clothes draw and threw on a blue, button down shirt.

"OK. Maybe he will mind."

Seth didn't look too bad. It was just the right size, even though he is 2 inches taller than Ryan. He went back out to the front and went into the kitchen.

Ryan noticed him first.

"You've got to be kidding Seth. Is that mine?"

"Yeah. Not to shabby huh?"

"You look like a used parachute."

"Did you just make another joke? Feeling funny today Ry?"

"Don't call me that."

Seth put a frown on. "That's mean."

"Cohen? Is that you?"

Seth turned around and saw Summer.

"I'm gone for 5 minutes and you turn into Chino."

"Do I look like a parachute? Ryan says I look like a used parachute."

"Not at all! You look like a deflated balloon! I don't know where he got a used parachute from but…"

"That's enough Summer," Seth said.

Summer shrugged. "God. Don't burst your bubble."

"What's with the humor. Everyone is chock full of laughs!"

"Seth! Watch where you're going! You might get a tear and the soldiers can't use you for the war!"

"Hey! You shouldn't joke about the war. It's very serious."

"Cohen, the War on Terror is serious. Not a war between you and the kid across the street."

"Hey! Timmy is going down!"

"HE MOVED!!" Ryan nearly yelled.

"What? When?!"

"Three months ago when you were at Sailing Camp."

"It's not a camp! It was a retreat! All sailing teachers went."

"No. It was a bunch of 15 and 16 year olds learning how to sail!"

"And I was a counselor!"

"They told you that so you would leave them alone!"

"You're just jealous. Anyway, let's go get some food. I'm hungry," Seth said.

"I'm not! Especially after you got snot all over that shirt," Ryan said.

"Well let's go to the diner. You can't resist their pancakes."

"You're right. Let's go."

Hope you liked it! I'll update before 1/10 don't worry! Also, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!