OK, to those who read this/are reading this, first of all Sorry for the longgg delay. Life got in the way of my writing with work and traveling every other weekend, I only had so much time to sit with my laptop and write. Which is why this chapter isn't exactly anything 'Thrilling' I was a little off my game, but I figured I might as well give you what I have to help move the story a long a little quicker. It's mainly just filler, but hopefully you'll enjoy and a few of you might even find it cute. I'm going to be writing the bulk of chapters on the weekends, when I have the free time. I know this is pretty short, apologies for that also.

*Note that for this fic, I included everything that happened in Season 4. With a few exceptions. Summer and Seth never got married, Ryan isn't taking a kid in, nor is he married to Taylor as some might assume. It's been 6/7 years since highschool. Ryan, Summer, Seth, and Taylor are around 23 now. And the rest will be explained throughout the story.

Reviews are WELCOME, and are helpful, this is my first fic and my first time writing a story in about 5 years. Let me know your thoughts/ideas =]

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Chapter Two

"Goooooooood Morning!" came a high voice from the kitchen. Seth Cohen immediately covered his ears. "Oh, sweet Moses. Taylor can we tone down the shrieking of excitement, I think my ears are starting to bleed." he said coming into the room cautiously. "I'm sorry!" Taylor replied in the same tone. Seth made a sour face at the noise.

"I mean, I'm sorry." she said again, whispering this time. "Still hung over?" Taylor asked a little more quietly. Seth took a seat on a stool. "Yes, its been so long since I've consumed alcohol I forgot how much my head wants to explode the next morning." he said setting his head down on the built in bar.

Taylor turned away from the stove to look at him. "Even after only two shots?" she asked quizzically. "That's two shots too many for Seth Cohen. Tequila is not my friend. It reminds me way too much of Tijuana and makes me feel extremely Jewish afterwards." he said head still on the table.

Taylor scrunched up her nose confused, but decided not to ask about the connection between the two. Taylor continued her cooking of pancakes, eggs, and bacon and placed a little bit of each on a plate and set it down in front of Seth. Suddenly aware of the smell of food, Seth sniffed the air and raised his head in a sudden motion. "Oh, too fast, way, way, way, too fast." he said as he rubbed his throbbing temple.

Taylor laughed, setting a glass of orange juice next to his plate. "Good morning." Summer said smiling as she entered the kitchen. Seth wanted to acknowledge her with a nod of the head, but his senses didn't respond fast enough so he just ended up giving her a half hearted wave. Summer made a sympathetic face and sat down on the stool next to him.

"Oh, Cohen, we tried to stop you, but you insisted that you could handle it this time." she said rubbing his back. "And you listened?" he asked disappointed. Summer made an innocent face as Taylor sat an identical plate in front of Summer. "Oh, hey look food." she said changing the subject. Summer took a bite of her eggs and stole a sip from Seth's glass.

"So Taylor, when's Ryan supposed to be heading off for work?" Summer asked putting down the glass. "Any minute now." She replied, prepararing another plate. "Which makes me wonder, why he's not down here yet." she continued putting down her spatula. "I'm right here." Ryan whispered coming up behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist.

Taylor turned around to face him with a smile and kissed him passionately. Very passionately. "OK guys, a little too early for 7 a.m. don't you think? Or.. ever." Summer muttered turning her eyes over to the opposite side of the room. Seth looked up suddenly turned off by the sight. "Ew." he said going back to his plate.

Ryan and Taylor stopped, getting the hint. "I think you guys spend too much time together." Ryan said referring to his "Ew" remark. " Yeah well, atleast we keep it in the bedroom." he said snorting. Summer dropped her fork and hit him on the head sending him squealing in pain. "Owwwwwww!" he yelled holding his head in his hands. "Maybe not anymore." Taylor said handing Ryan his plate.

"Oh no, Taylor I can't eat, I'm gonna be late." Ryan said setting his plate down. Taylor's face fell. "But you can't start your first day without any food in your stomach. Breakfast is one of the most important meals of the day." she said straightening his tie and smoothing down his suit. "OK mom, I know, but it's also very bad to be late on your first day." Ryan said pleading with her.

Taylor sighed. "OK…" she said taking back the plate and setting it back on the table. Ryan grabbed her chin gently. " I will be back home at six to eat dinner." he said softly. Taylor raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that theres going to be a conviently home made meal waiting for you when you come back?" she teased as she pulled on his tie.

"Yeah Ryan, who do you think we are Susie home maker? I'm sure as hell not providing the home cooked meal." Summer suddenly chimed in. Ryan looked at her pointedly, then glanced at Seth for help. "Don't look at me dude, I can barely grill. I'm with the Taylor, who do you think she is?" he asked siding with the girls. "Uh.. a cook?" Ryan said nonchalantly.

Seth put up his hand to object, but couldn't come up with anything clever. "That's true. How convenient for you." Seth said sharply. "Ryan Atwood, you are ever so lucky that you are going to be late for work to get out of this one. But yes, you better be home in time for dinner… at the diner." Taylor said straightening up his tie one last time.

Ryan grabbed his briefcase and kissed Taylor on the cheek. "Fine, you can spoil me another night with your cooking ." he said pulling out his keys. "We'll see about that." Summer muttered as he left through the door.

Taylor took Ryan's plate and took a seat next to Summer. They sat there in silence for a while just staring out their plates. "So.. what now?" Taylor asked stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth.

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"Do you think it was ok to let Taylor use the car?" Summer asked looking up from her laptop and onto Seth. "Yeah, I mean she has the day free, we're working… she's just shopping, it will be good for her to get some stuff to fix this place up and give it some life, how much damage could she possibly do?" Seth asked rhetorically as he sketched away on his notepad.

Summer stopped typing. "That's never a safe question when your talking about Taylor." Seth pursed his lips together. "Yeah, that's actually.. we should be worried." he said never taking his eyes off his notepad. Summer nodded, agreeing. It was about 10:30 in the morning and the two were still in their pajamas underneath the covers of their ridiculously oversized bed.

Seth was feverishly attacking his notebook with his pencil working away on his latest comic idea and Summer was typing away on her laptop writing another article for her magazine R Environmental Monthly, while Death Cab For Cutie echoed through her laptop's speakers. As they worked Summer found herself humming along to Expo 86, Seth smiled taking notice.

"Hey, Death Cab." he said putting down his pencil. Summer removed her fingertips from the keyboard, looked up at him and gave him an accepting grin. "Yeah." she replied innocently and resumed typing.

Seth picked up his pencil and chuckled. "Remember when you used to hate them. You said you were tired of whiny emo boys in skinny jeans and you could barely handle one let alone ones with instruments." he said remembering. "Yeah well, I got used to you didn't I?" she said sticking out her tongue.

Seth put his hand on his heart mockingly as if he had been wounded. "First of all, I'm not whiny. Second of all, I hardly think Ben Gibbard is skinny jean material. Third of all, you like them. Admit it." Summer rolled her eyes. " I figured, you already made a lot of dramatic over exaggerated noise, so why not listen to someone who can at least harmonize it. Which one is Ben Gibbard?" Summer asked quizzically. Seth looked at her, mouth open, agape in shock.

"Kidding." Summer said giving him a teasing look. Seth shook his head. "My how things have changed." Summer put her laptop down and turned towards him. "Things really have changed haven't they?" Summer stated in a serious manner. Seth turned to face her. "What do you mean?" "I just mean, we've come so far from where were in high school."

Seth put his hand over hers. "Well, yeah that was like six years ago." he said lightheartedly. Summer sighed. "You know what I mean. With everything that happened. Me going off to George. Us being apart for three years. Taylor and Ryan breaking up when she left for Paris. Then all of a sudden college is over, and me and Taylor are moving in with you and Ryan in the Berkeley House. Sophie can talk. Then the Cohen's jumping ship with Julie and Co. to Malibu because she wanted to be closer to Kaitlyn now that she's at Pepperdine.. I'm not sure what amazes me more, the fact that we were apart for three years or that Julie-Cooper-Nichol-Cooper-Roberts-Atwood hasn't added on another last name since Jacob's been born." Summer finished as she took a breath.

"OK, Julie didn't technically marry your father, or Ryan's for that matter. But I get your point, her and Frank have been pretty steady for awhile. Its kind of nice to see her making it work for a change, less entertaining, but nice." he replied genuinely. Summer smiled and moved closer to him and took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "It's also nice to see us making it work." she said sincerely.

"Yeah, we've made a good life for ourselves. You with Roberts Enviromental, rallying all those kids to get involved in Environmental causes, getting backing from the high schools and support from the University. All in the comfort of your own bed. I'm proud of you Roberts." he said scruffing up her hair. Summer shook her hair back in place.

"And you, with the whole Comic book thing. I know I wasn't on board with it at first, but who knew that their were so many closeted comic book geeks in the world. Some of them are even good looking too. Atomic County was such a hit, people really love it and you really love it… so I really love it. And look at you now, you get paid to draw murals and paintings for, like, the city, and big corporations to put in their big fancy corporate offices, and even Celebrities -" "Spencer Pratt is only a celebrity in his mind. Plus that guy's a tool, or pretending to be one, which is even more pathetic. Heidi could do so much better." Seth interjected before she could finish.

Summer ignored his interjection and continued, "Yeah, well, he gave you a shout out for the mural you made for his living room on Ellen. You can't tell me that's not big." Seth just shrugged. "Yeah I guess, that's kinda cool. I mean who doesn't love Ellen Degeneres? She's a converse wearing lesbian who dances to Justin Timberlake on daytime television. What's not to love?" Seth said unphased.

Summer placed her hand gently on his left shoulder. "All true, but what I really meant was that it's great, us making it work as a couple together." she said softly. Seth looked into her eyes and could see all the love she had for him. No matter how much she complained about his incessant whining, or him not being able to cook a 5 course meal, or no matter how many rage blackouts that have scared him to death - deep inside, she would always care for him. He knew it.

Before he could respond, the song changed to Weezer's Buddy Holly. Seth groaned. "Buddy Holly? Death Cab? Summer, have you been tampering with my itunes collection?" Seth asked accusingly. "Hey we live together, we share the same space, we breathe the same air -" "And I'm guessing now, we share the same music collection?" he said finishing for her.

"Somewhat yes. Why? Does that bother you? You worried that I'm going to become an even bigger band geek than you?" she asked turning up the volume. Seth rolled his eyes. "Woman, please. You don't even know anything about these bands -" Summer made a face. "I do so. I know that Rivers Cuomo was the one who wrote Buddy Holly, and that the music video used special effects to make it look like it was shot during an episode of Happy Days. Which by the way looked totally authentic. Three of their albums are named by color, like the Beatles with the white album -"

" Whoa, Rivers Cuomo? My God, Summer, where does all this knowledge come from?" Seth asked genuinely puzzled. Summer hit him in response. "Hey, I know stuff." she said turning back to the computer screen then suddenly looking back at him. "That and youtube." she admitted sheepishly.

They both continued on working. "Well, as long as you keep your selections to a minimum. I doubt very many people who own Minolos can say they've heard of Chris Walla. Besides, you have your things, I have mine. The minute I find you in a polo shirt, kicking back with a comic, taking in some Bendis, swaying away with Bright Eyes playing in the background… I'm requesting for back up." Seth said shivering at the thought.

Summer made a disgusted face. "Don't worry, I'll keep my appreciation for all things Cohen at a minimum. Besides even if that was the case and ew it's so not, theres nothing you can do about it, your stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere for a long time." she said kissing him on the cheek and returning back to her laptop.

Seth looked at her with mixed emotion. He shook his head and made a half hearted smile. "No, I guess your not." he murmured quietly under his breath.