"I can't tell any difference!" Seth shouted in a panicked voice, just as Ryan and Marissa walked into the Kirsten and Sandy's kitchen. Summer was holding two envelopes in Seth's face; her face was red with stress and anger.

"Pick a bloody envelope! Eggshell or cream!?"

"I don't see why the envelopes are so important...the only person who'll look at them for longer than a second is the postman," Seth regretted saying this straight away; Summer fumed.

"You think it's so pointless? Why don't you try arranging to get over a hundred people in one place at the right time, wearing the right things, with the right presents and..." Marissa grabbed the envelopes out of Summer's hands and licked them both shut. She thought for a while before giving Summer one back and screwing the other one up into a ball.

"Choose that one, it tastes better," Marissa said.

"It tastes better..." Summer said smiling. "Why couldn't you have thought of that, Cohen!?" She muttered angrily. "I'll be back in a second," She went out of the room to make a phone call to the stationary suppliers.

"Marissa, I may actually kiss your feet," Seth said, relieved. "She's been trying to make me choose for the past 10 minutes...and she'd been trying for an hour before that,"

"An hour and ten minutes on the envelopes?" Ryan said disbelievingly.

"I know. Never, ever, ever get married. If you do, make sure you hire a wedding planner." Seth stood up quickly. "Now, Ryan. You're here, which means you can make up some fabulous excuse for getting me out of here. We can go down to the beach and..."

"Seth...I came here to help Summer out with dimensions and stuff for where everything needs to go,"

"WHAT?"

"Sorry,"

"This is ridiculous! What wedding needs a bloody architect to work out the seating?"

"Our wedding." Summer said as she came back into the kitchen. "Coop you've got to help me with the guest list and Ryan you work out the layout,"

"What about me?" Seth said, realising he had been left out.

"Well...you were just complaining about having to do stuff earlier..." Summer replied.

"But now I feel left out! Ryan and Marissa are here for the holidays! Not for wedding planning!"

"Stop sulking,"

"This wedding planning is going to ruin Christmukkah," Seth muttered.

"You know what," Summer said. "Ryan, go out with him."

"But the plans..." Ryan said.

"We'll do them later...when the baby's in bed," Summer looked at Seth accusingly.

"If you're...sure..."

"Don't ask if she's sure, you idiot. Just take the opportunity to escape. Let's GO!" Seth shouted happily.

"We'll see you...later," Ryan managed to place a quick kiss on Marissa's lips before Seth dragged him away.

********

"So..." Seth took a bit out of his ice cream. Only in Newport could have ice-cream in December. "How's things going with Marissa?"

"Great...really...great," Ryan said, almost as if just thinking about her sent him into a daydream.

"Popping the question anytime soon?"

"Can't tell you,"

"Why?" Seth looked offended.

"Because you've got the biggest mouth in the world,"

"I do not!"

"How did Kirsten find out what her Christmas present from Sandy was?"

"ChristMUKKAH present!" Ryan just laughed and shook his head. Seth hadn't even denied it.

"Anyways...how are things with Summer?"

"You were in the room with us a minute ago..."

"Yeah,"

"There's your answer," Seth looked at his feet as he walked.

"She's just stressed out about the wedding,"

"I know," Seth looked at his feet. "But it's like...all we ever do is argue...you know?" He said gloomily.

"It'll all be better after the wedding,"

"What's the point of a wedding if all it does is cause arguments?"

"Seth...you guys...I don't know why, so don't ask...but you two have always been like this old married couple...and the thing is, yeah you do argue a lot...a hell of a lot...but that you can stay together even though you do argue...that's shows how strong you guys are..."

"I guess."

"Seth...seriously, you don't have anything to worry about with Summer,"

"Yeah," Seth muttered, not totally convinced.

"Hey, just think the makeup sex will be worth any argument," Ryan said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hmmm...true...you know, I've grow from Nemo into Jaws in that department,"

"Seth...never use that analogy again,"

"You started the subject,"

"I wasn't expecting that response!"

"I'm a Cohen, I thought you would have learnt that by now you should stop expecting things...we're unpredictable,"

"Yeah...I don't know how Summer's going to cope being your wife,"

"I'm not the one with rage blackout problems!"

"Very true..."

"So, on Christmukkah Eve I figured we could all go out, have a meal, get drunk..."

"Can't,"

"Why?"

"Er...me and Marissa are going to be...busy,"

"Oh," Seth winked at Ryan. "I get you,"

"NOT LIKE THAT!" Ryan hit Seth playfully.

"Slip and EW in there I could mistake you for Summer,"

"You want a proper Atwood punch?" Ryan grinned, his fist clenched in the air.

"I'll stick with the playful one you just gave me..."

Life is a quest, love is a quarrel.

QUICK update :D

So, the next chapter is going to be based on Christmukkah Eve...so hopefully I can have that up tomorrow.

Now, I know this fic isn't very dramatic...not very O.C like at all....but I promise you, give me a few more chapters and it'll start getting into the realms of drama, tragedy, pain, stupidity and loss...that seems to characterise a lot of the OC.

But if I don't get around to posting it...

I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.