A/N: I do not own the O.C, Seth, Summer, Taylor, Ryan, or any of the other characters. I wish I owned Ryan though. :

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Seth Cohen lay on his bed, vigorously sketching. Ever since Atomic County had become a hit, he was working on his comics more than ever.

He took long and short strokes across the page, drawing Little Miss Vixen's hair. She was his favorite character to draw, due to the girl she was based after. Although, Seth was pretty much over Summer, he still thought of her every once and a while. She was pretty unforgettable.

There was a sharp knock on the door, and he was too busy with sketching to deal with anyone. "Mom! I'm drawing. Naked," Seth called using the classic excuse.

Yes, Seth was still living at home. It had only been two years and he was back. After the break up with Summer, he dropped out of college, and moved in back home. He had been working on Atomic County, and once it was a big success, he knew he didn't have to move back to college.

Although, he had just bought an apartment, and was scheduled to move in, in three weeks. He was waiting for the owner to move out their heaps of crap.

"Seth? Honey. I've got mail for you," Kirsten called, once again knocking on the door. Seth groaned, and lifted himself off the bed and opened the door. Kirsten stood holding an envelope.

"Mom. No one sends me mail. Actually no one sends mail period. Except the Nana, who sends birthday card for me like four times a year," Seth complained. Kirsten shook her head. "Seth. No complaining today please. Sophie's been bouncing off the walls and I'm exhausted," Kirsten sighed.

Seth shook his head. When wasn't Sophie bouncing off the walls? "I told you she was a devil child. But no one ever-" Kirsten cut him off. "Seth. Your sister is not a devil child."

"Say what you want." Seth took the letter from her hands, and began ripping it open.

---------------You are invited---------------

What: Harbor School's first annual high school reunion.

Who: Harbor School graduates; the class of '05.

When: September 15-17th

Where: The St. Regis Hotel, in Laguna Beach. Join us for a weekend there, full of nostalgia!

We hope you can attend. Feel free to bring family!

Seth read the page, his eyes squinting. Just what he needed; a weekend with his least favorite people on earth. Water Polo players who peed in his shoes, Trust-fund cheerleaders who were as shallow as their cup size before their boob-jobs. Exactly what he needed.

But then their were people he wanted to see. There was Ryan, who had saved him from a friendless life at Newport Harbor, who he still saw at least once a week. And there was Taylor. Even with her psychotic manner and odd tendencies, he still wanted to see. But seeing Summer would bring back a flood of emotions that frankly, he didn't want.

"What's that?" Kirsten asked, pointing to the envelope, noticing Seth's expression of deep thought.

"Harbor reunion. Just what I needed." Seth moaned. Kirsten put her arm around her son. "Seth. Reunions are fun. You'll enjoy it. I think you need to go." Seth took her arm and moved it. "Mom. I'm not five," he explained.

"I'm sure it will be great seeing all the people who tormented me will be awesome! But." Seth stopped, because he couldn't think of a way to explain his feelings. Kirsten smiled a all-knowing smile. "It's Summer right? You don't know if you want to see her," Kirsten said reading Seth's mind.

"That's exactly it." Seth put his head in his hands. "I need to call Ryan." Kirsten clicked her tongue. "I'm not to great, pretending to be Ryan, am I?" She smiled. "Yeah. You don't brood enough." Seth deadpanned. "I'm gonna go call him."

Kirsten smiled and walked out of her son's room. She didn't even feel like commenting on the immense mess it had become.

Seth picked up his phone, and dialed Ryan. After several rings Ryan picked up. "Hey man," he said, knowing it was Seth.

"Ryan? Did you get the invite?" Seth asked. There was a muffled sound on the other end and then Ryan replied. "Yeah. And I've decided, that I'm gonna go." Seth smiled. If he went then at least he'd have Ryan.

Seth spent the next twenty minutes telling Ryan all of his issues, creating a telephone "Seth Ryan time". Ryan contributed the occasional grunt and answer as Seth went on.

"Look. Man, just go. What's the worst that could happen," Ryan said. Seth thought for a moment, then answered. "Someone could pee in my shoes, for old times sake." Ryan laughed. "Seth just go. Anyways my phone is dying. I gotta go." Just then the phone died and Ryan was gone.

Seth was left on his own to make a decision. It was easy enough. He would have to go. Like Ryan said, What was the worst that could happen?

A/N: R&R please. Thank you.