The Chambers

[AN: Thanks to all for the reviews, especially to my most loyal reviewer: newportzprincess:D How I love having some of my fave American TV show characters on my turf, just wait till I have them go to Bordeaux! So, for everyone's info, there is actually an arts class...anyways, enjoy, and review! Also, if anyone wants them to be going to different universities than they end up at on the show, let me know ASAP, because this will soon factor into the story!

Seth, Summer, Taylor, and Ryan walked to their last for the day class at castle-like Lycée le Mieux. The snotty kids from NYA (New York Academy of the Arts), laughed at Seth as he tripped over Summer's foot.

"Ouch! Cohen!" Summer exclaimed as he stepped on her. Taylor giggled slightly and Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry Summy." Seth mumbled quietly. He averted his eyes sadly.

"Aw, Cohen...it's okay, it's okay," Summer said, wrapping and arm around him comfortingly. "Uh, we're just going to go ahead, meet us there?" Summer asked, not expecting an answer.

"Sure, sure." Ryan replied, kind of nervous to be alone with someone he didn't know all that well.

Then, Seth turned around and grinned widely. Taylor and Ryan rolled their eyes.

"Well, they're weird enough." Taylor stated, smiling at Seth's goofiness.

"Yeah, kinda, but they're great friends." Ryan answered shrugging is shoulders.

"Vous amusez-vous?" Taylor asked Ryan, trying to make small talk. He wasn't much of a conversationalist.

"Uh, yeah..." Ryan said, but he just couldn't get his mind of Marissa. Even though, there was definitely something about Taylor.

"We seriously need to work on your French." Taylor told him, smiling brightly.

"Uh...sûr," Ryan said in response. Taylor, Taylor, there was something about her...he thought.

"Bonjour étudiants. Notre attribution doit tirer une peinture des chambres de nos coeurs," the teacher said shortly. She then hurriedly walked out of the room, her long blond pony tail swishing behind her as she exited.

"That was...interesting..." Seth stated leaning back in his chair. Which he almost fell out of.

"An assignment about drawing the chambers of our hearts?" Summer asked, crinkling her nose in confusion.

Taylor sat in her chair fidgeting nervously. She bit her lip. She tucked her legs under her. She didn't know what to draw. Ryan took note. But he didn't say anything. He almost wanted to.

Meanwhile, Summer stared at the blank piece of white paper on her desk. She wanted to draw something, she had something in mind, but how to draw it. Summer observed Seth's thin, artistic fingers tapping his desk. Seth watched Summer, and he wanted to create something worth while.

Other students in the room began to draw furiously with the implements left for the task on their desks. Seth and Ryan sat at their desks, deep in thought. Summer and Taylor chatted in French at alarmingly fast speeds.

At a point in time, the days schooling ended, and still, the papers in Taylor, Ryan, Summer, and Seth's hands were blank, begging to be drawn on.

Hall de Beauté

When school had ended, Summer and Taylor immediately went back to their dorm room, telling Seth and Ryan that they'd meet up with them later for dinner. They spent the next two hours working on all their course work, leaving their Art Class work for last. Finally, they had no choice but to tackle it.

"She didn't say when it was due, but I am assuming it is tomorrow," Summer said as she flipped her paper around in her hands. They were sitting on the floor in a clean area.

"Yeah, probably. So...this assignment. Sort of a problem for me, because I don't really understand my heart. Even the finest education cannot teach this." Taylor explained nervously. Summer was the first person she had admitted this to.

"Surely there is something you would want to learn about, that you hold dear..." Summer suggested.

"Well, this year, I want to experience love. I can draw about that desire," Taylor said, finally seeing her idea take shape.

"I don't know what to draw about..." Summer confessed.

"Well, you could always draw about Seth," Said Taylor, sounding a bit confused. Why wouldn't Summer draw about him?

"I would. I mean, I do love Cohen. I just don't know...it's just so different. I don't know how. I don't understand." Summer said, sighing deeply.

"When you think of him, and yourself, what do you see?" Taylor asked. Summer knew the answer. s

Hall du Confiant

"So, what do you think man?" Seth asked Ryan, around the same time Taylor and Summer were discussing their own finished drawings.

Ryan looked at Seth's finished art, and was simply stunned. "It's...wow." Ryan stated, with a small trace of surprise in his tone. Obviously, because of the intense detail.

"Thanks. I don't know if that's good, or bad, but thanks." Seth said, obviously satisfied with Ryan's reaction.

"Here's mine, it's not that great, but I did try," Ryan offered as he handed Seth his paper. It was a drawing of a sturdy building, made up of precise geometric lines, with a shaky foundation.

"That's so...deep. Very Ryan Atwood. But I think it's missing something." Seth told his friend whilst stroking his chin, in a contemplative gesture of sorts.

"What?" Ryan asked, narrowing his eyebrows, and mentally preparing himself for the Sethism that was sure to follow.

"Some punching, or a brawl perhaps. Or maybe even a young girl waiting for you to save her." Seth observed.

Ryan did not bother giving the comment the dignity of a response, it didn't need one. Instead, Ryan shot Seth a look. Just as Seth was about to speak once again, when a forceful knock was heard at the door.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Taylor asked in a chipper voice. Ryan mad a move to answer the door, but Seth had other ideas.

"Let her knock, it's funny," Seth whispered, brown eyes dancing with mirth.

Ryan rolled his eyes, Seth found humor in the strangest of things, and so Ryan made no further movement toward the door.

"SETH EZEKIEL COHEN I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE NOW OPEN UP THE DOOR!" Summer yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Coming woman!" Seth yelled back, as he opened the door to reveal a hysterically laughing Taylor and a really mad Summer, who promptly began pacing around the room.

"So you thought it was funny just to let Taylor here pound on the door?! I'm sure Atwood wanted to open it but you wanted to be a jerk and...and...sorry what was I saying," Summer asked, suddenly confused.

"Uh, it's ok honey, it was a rage black out," Seth explained as much to Summer as to Taylor.

"Oh, okay, sorry everyone. It happens..." Summer mumbled, obviously calmed down a fair amount. She relaxed into Seth's arms, leaving Ryan and Taylor awkwardly sitting on Ryan's bed. Seth and Summer began to get all mushy (in French), so Taylor and Ryan decided to speak to each other.

"So, I totally want to help tutor you in French. It's going to be so much fun! Yes!" Taylor chirped excitedly, leaving a slowly nodding Ryan in her midst.

"Sounds good, sounds good," Ryan stated in a low voice. The rest of the night was past in much the same fashion, Seth and Summer being very coupley, while Ryan and Taylor bonded in their own way.

The Next Day

The four friends hung out during lunch hour outside on the grass. Taylor and Summer had been begging to see the boys' drawings all throughout.

"Please, please, please, COHEN!" Summer begged. Seeing Seth just shake his head 'no' repeatedly, Summer broke out the heavy artillery. Summer began to pout her lips.

"Alright, alright," Seth said, finally giving in to his girlfriend's demands. He revealed a picture of two big brown eyes, baring a striking resemblance to Summer's. Their was a light outline of a face surrounding them. Below the sketch, in all caps, it said, eyes that consume every aspect of my existence.

"You're so cheesy Cohen!" Summer exclaimed as she toppled her boyfriend over in an enormous hug.

Taylor laughed at the sight and took a picture of it with her camera phone. Ryan raised his eye brows at Taylor.

"I do this all the time, I love making scrap books," Taylor explained, examining the picture.

"Oh, I see. You don't take random pictures of me, do you?" Ryan asked with half mock-concern.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," Taylor replied, shrugging her shoulders with obvious feigned innocence.

"Let's see your picture then?" Ryan asked Taylor politely. This seemed to pay off, because Taylor coyly smiled and pulled hers out of her bag.

"Here it is." Taylor stated shyly. It was a portrait of a girl with a rough outline sitting on a chair looking forlornly into the distance towards a sunset. Ryan almost gasped. Not because of the picture's excellence, though it was very good, but because in his picture of the building, there was a vacant chair in the top most story, which had a large picture window, perfect for looking out at a sunset through

"She's beautiful," Ryan said, surprised at his own open confidence.

"Really?" Taylor asked, beaming a 1000 watt smile. Ryan nodded, and reached into his bag, pulling out his own work of art.

When she saw it, Taylor smiled, and noticed the empty chair. Could the chair be for her, she wondered.

A few feet away, Summer was showing Seth her drawing. It consisted of two hands clasped together. One hand had a thin, thin wrist, and long bony fingers, while the other was small, but graceful in its own right. The artistic hand was closed over the smaller, more feminine one. The drawing itself wasn't superb, but you could see the painstaking effort that had been put into it.

"What do you think?" Summer inquired of Seth nervously, his opinion really mattered to her.

"I think, it's stunning. But not nearly as stunning as mine, because it's of you." Seth winked, smiling cheekily.

"Aw, Cohen, you are the sweetest, sappiest, most awesome boyfriend ever!" Summer exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck firmly and giving him a soft kiss.