Chapter Twenty: forgetting the real world just takes a song and a girl

Marissa climbed into the backseat of Seth's Range Rover. In the front seat, Seth was playing with the radio. Summer slapped him on the hand.

"Will you just pick a station?" She said. Seth grabbed her hand and kissed it. Summer tried to pull her hand away, both of them laughing.

"As long as its not one that ever plays anything even remotely related to country." He agreed. Summer laughed.

"Ok, it was one Wreckers song, it does not make me a country hick."

"And you just happened to know all the words?" Seth asked.

"Its a good song!" Seth laughed and let go of Summer's hand. Summer crossed her arms.

"I think its cute that you like to listen to country." He said. Marissa smiled at the two of them. Alex climbed in next to her and Marissa leaned over to kiss her, overhwlemed by a sudden rush of feelings. Seeing Seth and Summer together and then realizing that she and Alex had that, no matter what stupid guy was moving in, it made her smile. When she pulled away, she looked in the rearview mirror to see Seth staring at them. Alex saw it too.

"Ok, Summer call your boyfriend off." Alex said, putting her hand on Marissa's on the soft leather.

"You know, I'm taking credit for bringing you two together." Seth said, pulling out of the Roberts driveway.

"Yeah, by getting plastered at my bar and barely winning a bet. Nice job Seth." Alex said, smirking. Marissa and Summer laughed.

"And as me also being your ride to Deathcab, I suggest that you be nice to me."

"You love Deathcab more than Summer does." Marissa said.

"More than Summer! Seth, I didn't think that was possible." Alex said, faking shock. She smirked. "And isn't Deathcab just a group of cute twenty-something guys?"

"Well, so was AC/DC when they started!" Seth said defensively. Marissa rolled her eyes. She had heard this conversation between Alex and Seth before.

"Angus Young was definitely not cute."

"Says the lesbian!"

"Ok, first off, lesbians can tell if a guy is hot or not too! We're not, like, colorblind to hottness or something! And second, I'm bisexual!"

"Oh, excuses, excuses. . ." Seth pulled onto the freeway, ranting on about something to do with ugly rock bands. Marissa leaned back against the leather and smiled at Alex, who was giving it back to Seth just as fast as he gave it to her. Marissa met eyes with Summer in the front seat and smiled. Summer smiled back, both girls amused with their significant others.

The club was packed, music blaring from at least ten speakers, lights flashing. Walking inside was like walking into a wave of heat. Marissa looked over at Alex and smiled.

"Wanna dance?" She asked, grabbing Alex's hand, who grinned back. Alex swung her arm.

"Of course." They headed toward the dance floor. Summer and Seth grabbed a table, which was pretty easy, considering everyone was dancing. Summer looked at Seth with pouty eyes.

"Please?" She asked. He sighed.

"Summer, I really can't dance." She looked away, disappointed and Seth relented. "But if you really want to see some of the Seth Cohen moves, I will make an exception." He said grandly. He got off the stool and Summer, grinning, pulled him onto the dance floor. After they had been dancing for a little while, the music got quieter and some guy got onto the stage.

"Would you all please welcome...Deathcab For Cutie!!!!!" He yelled and the crowd went crazy. Alex and Marissa made their way to Summer and Seth. They had their arms wrapped around each other, both looking up at the stage like nothing could ever be more important than this moment. Marissa smiled at Alex and both of them went and stood in front of the couple, Marissa in front of Seth, Alex in front of Summer, right in their line of view. Seth and Summer broke apart, went around Marissa and Alex, barely acknowledging them, and then wrapped their arms around each other again. Marissa and Alex looked at each other and laughed.

Alex leaned forward, still smiling, and put her arms around Marissa's waist. She leaned her forehead on the other girl's. Marissa smiled softly, rubbing her nose against the Alex's. Guitar notes drifted out of the speakers. Alex leaned over and whispered in Marissa's ear.

"So...bathroom?"