A/N: Thanks everyone for the nice comments. I'm trying to put R/M as
well as S/S so everyone can enjoy this story! Even though I really don't
care as much about R/M. Well, this chapter is the last sad one . . . sort
of. You'll see, I have a master plan. Keep reviewing!
Summer had been tossing and turning all night. She was completely comfortable sleeping over Coop's; she had done it so often. Ever since her mom left her dad, she used to sneak out of her house and in through Coop's window, and without a word, crawl into bed with her. Coop was the only one there for her during that time in her life. The only one she was aware of, thought Summer, as she remembered her constant stalker.
As soon as they had hit the sheets, Marissa was out cold. Summer guessed kissing takes a lot of energy out of a person, because Marissa barely kept her eyes open on the way home either.
Meanwhile, Summer was trying to block out every moment of tonight from her pretty little head. It was amazing how quickly her attitude could change about Seth Cohen when she wasn't locked up in a bathroom with him. Thank god Marissa had come looking for her, because who knows what that little weirdo would do to her. She paused, repeating that to herself. Maybe kissing Seth wouldn't be too bad; after all, it wasn't that bad the night of his grandfather's party. Oh my god, here she goes again, contemplating her relationship with Cohen, or lack of relationship. Whatever, she just wanted it to disappear out of her mind. She turned around, curling up against her pillow. Marissa was breathing softly, and it was driving her insane. She was used to Marissa's barely audible snores, but that plus the nauseating concept of her wanting to be with Seth Cohen was just too much. She decided that she needed some air.
She grabbed her bag and went to the tiny little balcony of Marissa's room. She sat outside on a nice wicker chair, breathing in deeply. She would have been cold, since the wind had been picking up over the night, if it weren't for Seth's jacket that she still had drawn over her shoulders. She squeezed herself tightly and sifted through her purse for her cell phone. Her fingers dialed the number, which she had traced into her mind over the past few days, since she kissed him by the pool at Caleb's party. She had never actually gone through with calling him, though. She was too scared, too nervous. She couldn't let anyone get close to her. Marissa was always there, so it wasn't like that with her. Summer had some serious trust issues when it came to boys, and people in general. But she let all her inhibitions go tonight when she broke down in front of Seth.
"Hello?" Seth's voice groggily whispered. Summer hadn't even realized she actually had made the call, and was freaked out by his voice.
"It's Summer." The words slipped out from her mouth and she started to panic. What was she doing?
"Oh, hey." His voice perked up. He had to remind himself to play it cool, although the fact that it was early in the morning and Summer Roberts, the girl of his dreams, was calling him was too good not to be excited over. "What's going on?"
"I think we should talk." She bit her lip, practically causing it to bleed.
"Now? It's . . ." Seth paused, looking at Ryan's alarm clock. "Three in the morning."
"I know, sorry." She regained her composure quickly, fighting back all feelings of wanting to be the sweet, kind girl he wanted her to be. At least, that's what she thought he wanted her to be. "I just think that tonight, or last night, whatever. . ."
"Summer, get to the point." He said, frustrated.
"Right, I think we both said a lot of things we don't mean." She managed to get out, before biting her lip again.
"Listen," He began, his voice sounded tired and overwhelmed all at the same time, "It's late, or early, whatever. And, you had a rough night. You're not making sense right now, let's just talk tomorrow."
"Excuse me, Cohen?" Boy, he really knew how to push her buttons. "You're in some serious denial. I'm making perfect sense. Everything I said tonight, or last night." She paused, feeling her eyes burn with formations of tears, "was a mistake. Period."
"Ok, Summer. I'm the one in denial."
She bit her lip once more, preventing the sobs from coming out. But Seth could hear it was killing her.
"Summer," He said. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I have to." She said, finally letting the tears fall.
"Bye, Summer." And with that, he was gone. Summer choked back the tears, shoving her cell back into her bag and heading back to sleep. Before she curled up in a ball on the bed next to Marissa, she angrily took off Seth's jacket and threw it across the room. For a tiny part of these past hours, Summer had let her true self be shown, and out of all people, Seth Cohen. She was sure that hiding back in her shell was the right thing to do. That it would take too much out of her to let someone new in, to trust someone, when everyone she ever let in hurt her. But she knew, deep within her, that letting Seth in wasn't a mistake. That, maybe, in some way, it would help her a lot. That he, of all people, would never hurt her. But until she was sure of what she really wanted, all she could manage to do was push him away. Even if that caused more pain to her then anything else in the world. Summer, as she lay awake in bed, promised she would never do anything like that to Seth Cohen again. It hurt her too much to know she was hurting him. She had never been this confused in her life, and all the stress made her sigh and fall in a deep sleep, dreaming of the sandy oasis where she and Seth could live happily, away from everything and everyone.
The next day, Marissa decided that Summer needed some cheering up. Ever since last night, she had this gloomy look on her face, instead of her typical cheerleader smile. Marissa and Summer packed up and went for the beach, knowing that it was Summer's favorite spot. They found their usual place, and unloaded, without a word.
"Coop, did you bring suntan lotion?" Summer asked, blandly. It was hard for Marissa to make out her expression, because Summer had put on big black Armani sunglasses that blocked her eyes completely. It looked like two big, empty holes smack in the middle of her face.
"Yeah, here." Marissa said, passing her a bottle of Coppertone from her beach bag. "What's wrong with you?" She slipped out before settling down on her beach chair.
"Oh, sorry. I've been such a major drag lately, haven't I?" Summer said, lathering herself up and sliding into the chair next to Marissa's.
"It's ok. You were going through a rough patch." Marissa laughed. "God knows I had plenty of those."
"Yeah." Summer laughed, but it died down quickly. She turned to her side, slipping off her sunglasses and letting them drop to the ground. "Coop, I had a really weird dream last night."
Marissa looked up at Summer, noticing how red and puffy her eyes were, as if she were up crying for hours. She really hadn't meant to fall asleep on her, but she was completely exhausted from all the lip action last night. "About?"
"Well, it's hazy. But I remember calling Seth in my dream, and saying a lot of things. Not nice things, bad things. I remember that the conversation ended badly." Summer bit her lip, where once again Marissa noticed, a tiny cut. Summer really must have been upset lately, Marissa said to herself, because she only bites her lip that hard when she's having bad days. "What do you think it means?" Her eyes went in all sorts of directions, focusing in on Marissa's.
Marissa drew in a deep breath, thinking hard. "I think it means that you're afraid to let Seth into your life," She hesitated. "But you really want to."
Summer nodded at this and slipped her sunglasses back on. "That sounds right."
"Well, you should tell him how you feel, Sum. It would take so much pressure off you." Marissa closed her eyes, soaking in the sun.
Summer lay back down, this time on her stomach. "You're right. I will."
"It's a good thing I invited him and Ryan here." Marissa snickered, preparing herself for Summer's yelps of disgust.
"Yeah," Summer said, her voice as dismal as ever, "Good thing." She still felt really unsure of everything. A huge knot had been in her stomach since she woke up, which she thought was because of that dream. But she wasn't sure. She wasn't really sure of anything anymore.
Marissa eyed her friend, silently, wishing she could help, but knew she couldn't.
"Dude," Ryan said blatantly, "What's bugging you?"
Seth shrugged.
Ryan couldn't remember the last time Seth had been this quiet, or this depressed. A few hours earlier, Marissa called Ryan, asking him to meet her at the beach and to bring along Seth. At breakfast, by the way Seth was acting all morbid, he decided not to mention meeting Marissa and suggested a walk on the beach.
His eyes landed on two girls, strewn upon a couple of beach chairs, chatting and tanning. "There they are!"
"Ryan!" Seth finally spoke. "You didn't tell me we were meeting the girls." He looked extremely pissed off.
"Yeah, good thing I didn't. Or else you wouldn't have come." Ryan rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand Seth when he was this stubborn, or when he barely spoke. Ryan had started to rely on Seth's rambling to fill in empty spaces of conversation. He motioned for Seth to follow him to the girls.
"Hey!" Ryan called out. Marissa lifted her head up, instantly, Summer following suit, slowly. Good thing she was wearing her sunglasses, or Seth would see the extreme happiness in her eyes at the sight of him, and she didn't want to appear TOO desperate. But, damn he looked good. The knot grew stronger in her stomach, but she barely noticed.
God hates me, Seth thought. As soon as Summer lifted her head, he forget every confused thought in his head. Summer was inches away from him, in a very tight and little bikini. Yeah, god hates him.
"Hey guys." Marissa chirped, quickly giving Ryan a kiss. "Let's go for a swim." She said, pulling him away from the chairs so they can give Seth and Summer some alone time. Plus, she wanted some alone time with Ryan herself, of course.
"Coop, that's a good idea!" Summer attempted to sound very enthusiastic, but instead, her voice had a sarcastic flip to it.
"Summer!" Marissa gave her a correcting look, "You really shouldn't be swimming, I mean, you just ate."
"I ate the same time you did, Cooper." Summer rolled her eyes, completely avoiding Marissa's hints.
But Marissa waved of this comment, grabbing Ryan's hand and running off to the water.
Summer sighed heavily and raised her hand to take off her sunglasses, but remembered how red her eyes were this morning, and dropped her hand quickly. Seth sat down next to her, clearly uncomfortable.
"Hey." She said softly.
He smiled, dimly, before rolling his eyes. She paid no attention, figuring this was a normal Seth Cohen type of thing to do.
"Seth, I think we should talk about last night." She began. At this point, she would have let her teeth sink into her lip, as usual, but she had done this so much recently that a huge laceration had formed on her bottom lip.
"It's okay, you made everything crystal clear for me." He frowned, crossing his arms.
"Okay. . ." She looked at him, flabbergasted.
"Yeah."
"No, it's not okay. What do you mean?" Summer asked, cautiously. The knot was starting to unravel in her stomach, but she forced her attention on Seth's eyes. They looked different. They looked hurt.
He sat up, staring straight into her soul. "Don't pretend like what you said, wasn't said."
"What are you talking about?" Her mind flashed to last night by the pool, about how she had called him her kryptonite. Wouldn't a comic book freak like Seth appreciate such a comparison? Or was she coming on too strong? Boys are weird.
"Do I have to remind you of how you called me last night, basically telling me to fuck off?" Seth asked her sternly, his eyes bulging with anger.
Summer smacked herself internally. It wasn't a dream. She took of her sunglasses, which forced Seth to turn his head. He couldn't stand to see her eyes so tired, so red and puffy from crying. He didn't want to care for her. He was sick of waiting for Summer Roberts to realize that he was right here, for her and only her.
"That really happened?" Summer meant to say this to herself, but instead it came out, and in question formed.
"Of course, it really happened. What, did you think you dreamt it up?" Seth asked her, and by her response, laughed, bitterly. He got up off the chair, shoving his hands into his pocket. "I can't wait around for you forever, Summer."
She stood up too, grasping his hands. "You don't have to! I'm right here."
"I can't just forget what you said to me last night. That's how you really feel, so. . ." His eyes wandered, trying hard not to look into hers.
"Fine." She groaned. He could be almost as stubborn as she was. "Can we just pretend like all of this never happened? Can we just be friends?" Please, Cohen, please, she said over and over to herself until he opened his mouth.
"No." He walked away, lightly. "But we can try."
Summer smiled gently and he smiled back, walking off to the boardwalk. Summer slipped her sunglasses off, noticing the knot had completely unraveled. Marissa and Ryan came back, drying themselves off.
"Where's Seth?" Marissa asked, half singing it.
"How am I supposed to know, am I his freakin' baby sitter?" Summer shrugged.
"No." Marissa said, stretching a grin across her face. Ryan kissed her gently, barely able to keep himself off of her.
"Ew, you guys really need to cut down on the PDA. I'm going to get some water to keep my puke down." She rolled her eyes and skipped off towards the boardwalk.
"Looks like Summer is back in action." Ryan said, pulling Marissa down onto the sand, kissing her neck.
"Yeah. . ." Marissa sighed.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked, lying down next to her.
"Summer had this weird dream last night, where she called Seth and told him off. I was just thinking maybe she did that now." She leaned over, kissed him and waited for some sort of answer to her statement.
"No, she didn't. Because, that wasn't a dream." Ryan stated. "She did call Seth last night and told him off."
"He told you?" Marissa questioned.
"No, but he has been acting all depressed like this morning. And so has Summer. It just makes sense."
"You're so smart." She nibbled on Ryan's lips, kissing him again, pushing all worries about her friend to the side for the moment to enjoy his kisses.
[[[preview of chapter 8/9: Summer is back to her normal, bitchy self . . . so expect more Seth/Summer tension/bickering. It will be good, promise. Also, a huge revelation is made. By who and to whom? Tune in to see!]]]
Summer had been tossing and turning all night. She was completely comfortable sleeping over Coop's; she had done it so often. Ever since her mom left her dad, she used to sneak out of her house and in through Coop's window, and without a word, crawl into bed with her. Coop was the only one there for her during that time in her life. The only one she was aware of, thought Summer, as she remembered her constant stalker.
As soon as they had hit the sheets, Marissa was out cold. Summer guessed kissing takes a lot of energy out of a person, because Marissa barely kept her eyes open on the way home either.
Meanwhile, Summer was trying to block out every moment of tonight from her pretty little head. It was amazing how quickly her attitude could change about Seth Cohen when she wasn't locked up in a bathroom with him. Thank god Marissa had come looking for her, because who knows what that little weirdo would do to her. She paused, repeating that to herself. Maybe kissing Seth wouldn't be too bad; after all, it wasn't that bad the night of his grandfather's party. Oh my god, here she goes again, contemplating her relationship with Cohen, or lack of relationship. Whatever, she just wanted it to disappear out of her mind. She turned around, curling up against her pillow. Marissa was breathing softly, and it was driving her insane. She was used to Marissa's barely audible snores, but that plus the nauseating concept of her wanting to be with Seth Cohen was just too much. She decided that she needed some air.
She grabbed her bag and went to the tiny little balcony of Marissa's room. She sat outside on a nice wicker chair, breathing in deeply. She would have been cold, since the wind had been picking up over the night, if it weren't for Seth's jacket that she still had drawn over her shoulders. She squeezed herself tightly and sifted through her purse for her cell phone. Her fingers dialed the number, which she had traced into her mind over the past few days, since she kissed him by the pool at Caleb's party. She had never actually gone through with calling him, though. She was too scared, too nervous. She couldn't let anyone get close to her. Marissa was always there, so it wasn't like that with her. Summer had some serious trust issues when it came to boys, and people in general. But she let all her inhibitions go tonight when she broke down in front of Seth.
"Hello?" Seth's voice groggily whispered. Summer hadn't even realized she actually had made the call, and was freaked out by his voice.
"It's Summer." The words slipped out from her mouth and she started to panic. What was she doing?
"Oh, hey." His voice perked up. He had to remind himself to play it cool, although the fact that it was early in the morning and Summer Roberts, the girl of his dreams, was calling him was too good not to be excited over. "What's going on?"
"I think we should talk." She bit her lip, practically causing it to bleed.
"Now? It's . . ." Seth paused, looking at Ryan's alarm clock. "Three in the morning."
"I know, sorry." She regained her composure quickly, fighting back all feelings of wanting to be the sweet, kind girl he wanted her to be. At least, that's what she thought he wanted her to be. "I just think that tonight, or last night, whatever. . ."
"Summer, get to the point." He said, frustrated.
"Right, I think we both said a lot of things we don't mean." She managed to get out, before biting her lip again.
"Listen," He began, his voice sounded tired and overwhelmed all at the same time, "It's late, or early, whatever. And, you had a rough night. You're not making sense right now, let's just talk tomorrow."
"Excuse me, Cohen?" Boy, he really knew how to push her buttons. "You're in some serious denial. I'm making perfect sense. Everything I said tonight, or last night." She paused, feeling her eyes burn with formations of tears, "was a mistake. Period."
"Ok, Summer. I'm the one in denial."
She bit her lip once more, preventing the sobs from coming out. But Seth could hear it was killing her.
"Summer," He said. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I have to." She said, finally letting the tears fall.
"Bye, Summer." And with that, he was gone. Summer choked back the tears, shoving her cell back into her bag and heading back to sleep. Before she curled up in a ball on the bed next to Marissa, she angrily took off Seth's jacket and threw it across the room. For a tiny part of these past hours, Summer had let her true self be shown, and out of all people, Seth Cohen. She was sure that hiding back in her shell was the right thing to do. That it would take too much out of her to let someone new in, to trust someone, when everyone she ever let in hurt her. But she knew, deep within her, that letting Seth in wasn't a mistake. That, maybe, in some way, it would help her a lot. That he, of all people, would never hurt her. But until she was sure of what she really wanted, all she could manage to do was push him away. Even if that caused more pain to her then anything else in the world. Summer, as she lay awake in bed, promised she would never do anything like that to Seth Cohen again. It hurt her too much to know she was hurting him. She had never been this confused in her life, and all the stress made her sigh and fall in a deep sleep, dreaming of the sandy oasis where she and Seth could live happily, away from everything and everyone.
The next day, Marissa decided that Summer needed some cheering up. Ever since last night, she had this gloomy look on her face, instead of her typical cheerleader smile. Marissa and Summer packed up and went for the beach, knowing that it was Summer's favorite spot. They found their usual place, and unloaded, without a word.
"Coop, did you bring suntan lotion?" Summer asked, blandly. It was hard for Marissa to make out her expression, because Summer had put on big black Armani sunglasses that blocked her eyes completely. It looked like two big, empty holes smack in the middle of her face.
"Yeah, here." Marissa said, passing her a bottle of Coppertone from her beach bag. "What's wrong with you?" She slipped out before settling down on her beach chair.
"Oh, sorry. I've been such a major drag lately, haven't I?" Summer said, lathering herself up and sliding into the chair next to Marissa's.
"It's ok. You were going through a rough patch." Marissa laughed. "God knows I had plenty of those."
"Yeah." Summer laughed, but it died down quickly. She turned to her side, slipping off her sunglasses and letting them drop to the ground. "Coop, I had a really weird dream last night."
Marissa looked up at Summer, noticing how red and puffy her eyes were, as if she were up crying for hours. She really hadn't meant to fall asleep on her, but she was completely exhausted from all the lip action last night. "About?"
"Well, it's hazy. But I remember calling Seth in my dream, and saying a lot of things. Not nice things, bad things. I remember that the conversation ended badly." Summer bit her lip, where once again Marissa noticed, a tiny cut. Summer really must have been upset lately, Marissa said to herself, because she only bites her lip that hard when she's having bad days. "What do you think it means?" Her eyes went in all sorts of directions, focusing in on Marissa's.
Marissa drew in a deep breath, thinking hard. "I think it means that you're afraid to let Seth into your life," She hesitated. "But you really want to."
Summer nodded at this and slipped her sunglasses back on. "That sounds right."
"Well, you should tell him how you feel, Sum. It would take so much pressure off you." Marissa closed her eyes, soaking in the sun.
Summer lay back down, this time on her stomach. "You're right. I will."
"It's a good thing I invited him and Ryan here." Marissa snickered, preparing herself for Summer's yelps of disgust.
"Yeah," Summer said, her voice as dismal as ever, "Good thing." She still felt really unsure of everything. A huge knot had been in her stomach since she woke up, which she thought was because of that dream. But she wasn't sure. She wasn't really sure of anything anymore.
Marissa eyed her friend, silently, wishing she could help, but knew she couldn't.
"Dude," Ryan said blatantly, "What's bugging you?"
Seth shrugged.
Ryan couldn't remember the last time Seth had been this quiet, or this depressed. A few hours earlier, Marissa called Ryan, asking him to meet her at the beach and to bring along Seth. At breakfast, by the way Seth was acting all morbid, he decided not to mention meeting Marissa and suggested a walk on the beach.
His eyes landed on two girls, strewn upon a couple of beach chairs, chatting and tanning. "There they are!"
"Ryan!" Seth finally spoke. "You didn't tell me we were meeting the girls." He looked extremely pissed off.
"Yeah, good thing I didn't. Or else you wouldn't have come." Ryan rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand Seth when he was this stubborn, or when he barely spoke. Ryan had started to rely on Seth's rambling to fill in empty spaces of conversation. He motioned for Seth to follow him to the girls.
"Hey!" Ryan called out. Marissa lifted her head up, instantly, Summer following suit, slowly. Good thing she was wearing her sunglasses, or Seth would see the extreme happiness in her eyes at the sight of him, and she didn't want to appear TOO desperate. But, damn he looked good. The knot grew stronger in her stomach, but she barely noticed.
God hates me, Seth thought. As soon as Summer lifted her head, he forget every confused thought in his head. Summer was inches away from him, in a very tight and little bikini. Yeah, god hates him.
"Hey guys." Marissa chirped, quickly giving Ryan a kiss. "Let's go for a swim." She said, pulling him away from the chairs so they can give Seth and Summer some alone time. Plus, she wanted some alone time with Ryan herself, of course.
"Coop, that's a good idea!" Summer attempted to sound very enthusiastic, but instead, her voice had a sarcastic flip to it.
"Summer!" Marissa gave her a correcting look, "You really shouldn't be swimming, I mean, you just ate."
"I ate the same time you did, Cooper." Summer rolled her eyes, completely avoiding Marissa's hints.
But Marissa waved of this comment, grabbing Ryan's hand and running off to the water.
Summer sighed heavily and raised her hand to take off her sunglasses, but remembered how red her eyes were this morning, and dropped her hand quickly. Seth sat down next to her, clearly uncomfortable.
"Hey." She said softly.
He smiled, dimly, before rolling his eyes. She paid no attention, figuring this was a normal Seth Cohen type of thing to do.
"Seth, I think we should talk about last night." She began. At this point, she would have let her teeth sink into her lip, as usual, but she had done this so much recently that a huge laceration had formed on her bottom lip.
"It's okay, you made everything crystal clear for me." He frowned, crossing his arms.
"Okay. . ." She looked at him, flabbergasted.
"Yeah."
"No, it's not okay. What do you mean?" Summer asked, cautiously. The knot was starting to unravel in her stomach, but she forced her attention on Seth's eyes. They looked different. They looked hurt.
He sat up, staring straight into her soul. "Don't pretend like what you said, wasn't said."
"What are you talking about?" Her mind flashed to last night by the pool, about how she had called him her kryptonite. Wouldn't a comic book freak like Seth appreciate such a comparison? Or was she coming on too strong? Boys are weird.
"Do I have to remind you of how you called me last night, basically telling me to fuck off?" Seth asked her sternly, his eyes bulging with anger.
Summer smacked herself internally. It wasn't a dream. She took of her sunglasses, which forced Seth to turn his head. He couldn't stand to see her eyes so tired, so red and puffy from crying. He didn't want to care for her. He was sick of waiting for Summer Roberts to realize that he was right here, for her and only her.
"That really happened?" Summer meant to say this to herself, but instead it came out, and in question formed.
"Of course, it really happened. What, did you think you dreamt it up?" Seth asked her, and by her response, laughed, bitterly. He got up off the chair, shoving his hands into his pocket. "I can't wait around for you forever, Summer."
She stood up too, grasping his hands. "You don't have to! I'm right here."
"I can't just forget what you said to me last night. That's how you really feel, so. . ." His eyes wandered, trying hard not to look into hers.
"Fine." She groaned. He could be almost as stubborn as she was. "Can we just pretend like all of this never happened? Can we just be friends?" Please, Cohen, please, she said over and over to herself until he opened his mouth.
"No." He walked away, lightly. "But we can try."
Summer smiled gently and he smiled back, walking off to the boardwalk. Summer slipped her sunglasses off, noticing the knot had completely unraveled. Marissa and Ryan came back, drying themselves off.
"Where's Seth?" Marissa asked, half singing it.
"How am I supposed to know, am I his freakin' baby sitter?" Summer shrugged.
"No." Marissa said, stretching a grin across her face. Ryan kissed her gently, barely able to keep himself off of her.
"Ew, you guys really need to cut down on the PDA. I'm going to get some water to keep my puke down." She rolled her eyes and skipped off towards the boardwalk.
"Looks like Summer is back in action." Ryan said, pulling Marissa down onto the sand, kissing her neck.
"Yeah. . ." Marissa sighed.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked, lying down next to her.
"Summer had this weird dream last night, where she called Seth and told him off. I was just thinking maybe she did that now." She leaned over, kissed him and waited for some sort of answer to her statement.
"No, she didn't. Because, that wasn't a dream." Ryan stated. "She did call Seth last night and told him off."
"He told you?" Marissa questioned.
"No, but he has been acting all depressed like this morning. And so has Summer. It just makes sense."
"You're so smart." She nibbled on Ryan's lips, kissing him again, pushing all worries about her friend to the side for the moment to enjoy his kisses.
[[[preview of chapter 8/9: Summer is back to her normal, bitchy self . . . so expect more Seth/Summer tension/bickering. It will be good, promise. Also, a huge revelation is made. By who and to whom? Tune in to see!]]]