A/N: OKKKK.. ready for a bombshell? Because there is a big one. At first,
I had a really sappy chapter where Summer reveals that Charlotte had a twin
who died at birth. But it depressed me, so instead .. you'll see. Also,
there is another surprising part of 'the truth'. But it's not revealed
here. Enjoy this chapter. AND MORE REVIEWS!!
Chapter 18: The Truth May Surprise You
"Coop!" Summer hissed. "Coop!"
Ok that girl is practically dead, she's so asleep. Can she not hear Summer's hissing? Summer placed her hands on her hips. She angrily stomped her foot, which she had been doing for the past five minutes from outside the pool house. She cracked the door open slowly, hissing once more. "COOP!"
Marissa's head bobbled up from the warmth of Ryan's arms and she blinked towards the door where Summer was motioning her to come. Marissa gave her a quizzical look, wrapping one of the sheets around her naked body and running over to Summer.
"What the hell Summer?" Marissa asked, closing the pool house door to close gently behind her so Ryan could enjoy his slumber.
"I need to talk to you." Summer said slowly, sitting down on one of the pool chairs.
"Ok, now?" Marissa asked, sitting down across from her, looking up at the sky. It had to be early morning. Three or four was Marissa's guess. She looked back at Summer, who was biting her lip furiously. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I was going to go climb in through your bedroom window, like the old days, but I figured the pool house would be a safer bet." Summer rolled her eyes dramatically. "I know how you and Ryan do all that kinky pool stuff here."
"Shut up." Marissa grinned guiltily. "What's wrong?"
Summer let her teeth off of her lip and cleared her throat. "I can't sleep." She looked up at the Cohen's house, which was pretty dark. "I couldn't stop looking at him."
"Seth?" Marissa exclaimed, quickly looking behind her to make sure Ryan was still fast asleep. He was.
"I was with him at my apartment, and then Sandy called because Charlotte was sick and we came here, and we all fell asleep on the couch. The three of us, Charlotte, Seth, and me." Summer smiled, thinking back on her amazing night.
"Is Charlotte ok?"
"She's fine." Summer assured her. "She has my nervous stomach."
"I see." Marissa smiled, pressing on. "So how was your date with Seth?"
"Oh, Coop . . ." Summer's eyes became all distant and Marissa squealed out of delight.
"That amazing?" Marissa's eyes jumped with happiness.
"We," Summer quieted her voice down as if someone was listening. "Had sex."
"I guess we both got lucky tonight." Marissa whispered as well, readjusting the sheet around her, which had begun to slip.
"Coop," She adjusted her voice. "Seth thinks he's Charlotte's father."
Marissa's jaw dropped as she remembered all the things she had forgotten between her sexy rendezvous with Ryan.
"What?" Summer asked, recognizing Marissa's distraught look.
"I just," Marissa shook her head, "I just can't believe he's not her father. I mean, they look, and act, exactly alike."
"Well," Summer bit her lip, catching herself off guard. She couldn't very well let her lies catch up with her now. She didn't want Kirsten to know how she had betrayed her.
"Well, what?" Marissa asked, her eyes gleaming.
"He's not the father." Summer said strongly, but with a certain tone of disapproval of her own words.
"Then who is?" Marissa asked tentatively.
Summer began to panic. What was she going to say? Was she going to continue this two year charade? I mean, Seth wanted to be responsible for Charlotte, which was amazing after all Summer had put him though. And he only had a little bit more of school to go through and then he could find a job and they could all be one happy family, right? RIGHT?
"Summer, tell me." Marissa demanded, worried at her friend's pause to answer her.
Summer glared at Marissa, speechless. She was going to make things right. Even if that meant she would get into trouble with everyone. She had to face her own lies. She HAD to.
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"Seth." Charlotte pushed Seth's hand, trying to jerk him awake. Seth yawned, opening his eyes to see just Charlotte on the couch. He noted Summer's disappearance, but figured she went to the bathroom or something and looked down at Charlotte, who was hugging onto him.
"Are you feeling better?" Seth asked her, sitting up straight.
Charlotte nodded, and then looked at the empty spot on the couch. "Where's Mommy?"
"Let's go find her." Seth whispered, scooping her up and heading towards the kitchen, in search of Summer.
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"What's going on?" Ryan asked, in a pair of boxers and a wifebeater, which he had thrown on once he saw Summer's head outside. He shut the pool house door behind him, placing his hands on Marissa's shoulders.
"Nothing." Marissa said quickly, resting her head on his arm.
"Hey Ryan." Summer said softly. He could tell she had been crying, and Marissa had been too, her red eyes bulging out of their tiny sockets.
"Hey Summer." Ryan said cautiously, not sure of what was going on between the two girls.
"There you are!" Seth yelled with a whispering hush as he walked towards the huddled group outside the pool house. Charlotte was trudging behind him, yawning.
"Baby, how are you feeling?" Summer asked, kneeling down next to the girl.
"Can we go home, Mommy?" Charlotte asked and Summer nodded happily at this suggestion.
"Hey Bro." Seth said, smacking Ryan's back lightly, snickering at the sight of Marissa wrapped up in a towel. "Isn't this a trip down memory lane? You're rocking the wifebeater and Marissa's naked."
Marissa and Ryan both laughed at this and went back inside the pool house, hugging each other.
Seth turned back towards Summer, who had a practically sleeping Charlotte in her arms.
"Here." Seth said, taking the girl out of Summer's arms, letting her head fall on his back gently. "I'll take you guys home."
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"Marissa," Ryan started as they had settled back into bed. "I don't want to pry, but why were you both crying?"
Marissa sniffled, cuddling up into his arms again. "Summer just confessed to me about a lot of things. She started to cry, I started to cry. It was a classic chick moment." She let out a pathetic laugh and Ryan hugged.
"She's been through a lot, huh?" Ryan felt his eyes close.
"Yeah." Marissa let her eyes close as well. ***************
Summer smiled happily as they got up to her apartment. She opened the door, silently ushering Seth inside. Seth placed Charlotte in her bedroom as Summer ran to hers, throwing some of her clothes into the closet. She wasn't sure what was going to happen between her and Seth, but she wanted to be prepared. Plus, she was insanely happy.
"Aww, you don't have to clean up for me." Seth said quietly, shutting Summer's bedroom door behind him.
"Um," Summer laughed it off nervously, casually throwing a bag of pads into her closet, "Will you, stay?"
"You mean, spend the night?" Seth let his lips curl into a smile as he fell onto Summer's bed, exhausted.
"Well, no sex, because I don't want my two year old hearing that. But, just sleep here. With me."
"Sure." Seth smiled, patting down on the bed for her to climb in.
"I'm going to change." Summer blurted, grabbing her flannel pajamas from the floor. She looked at him, seriously, waiting.
"Yes princess?" Seth asked, his eyes shut but he could feel her glare.
"Can you, um, turn around?" Summer's eyes darted at hers. He blinked at her.
"We just had sex Summer. I think I know what you look like naked." Seth laughed. "Not to mention all the other time we consummated."
"Can you," She said this slowly, pushing his legs, "Turn around?"
"Fine." Seth said coarsely, flipping over so that his head was shoved against her pillow. It had that familiar cinnamon smell of Summer's hair and he inhaled it, practically getting high off of it.
He heard some rustling and then felt Summer's body next to him and looked at her innocently.
"You are definitely the weird one." Seth said flatly, grabbing her hand and tracing circles on it with the ball of his thumb.
"Whatever makes you feel better at the end of the day, Cohen." She laughed, kissing his lips gently. She knew that she had to start telling the truth to him. So she brought in a deep sigh, letting him know she had something on her mind. He nodded for her to speak and she practiced how to start this.
"There's something I should tell you." Summer started, biting her lip.
Seth winced at these words. He was convinced that he was Charlotte's father and he blurted out, "Listen, Summer. I don't want to know. I just hope that now we can just have a happy life together, the three of us."
"Seth," She shut his rambling lips quickly. "I need to tell you the real reason why I left you."
"What?" Seth asked, but noticed her increasing anger. She looked like she was ready to throw punches and he zipped his mouth shut.
"I didn't know I was pregnant when I first left." Summer started, keeping back tears. "I found out the day after." She restrained herself from screaming. "The reason I left was because I saw you," She noticed Seth's confused expression. "With her."
Seth's jaw dropped and he quickly jumped up, the bed's sheets rustling underneath his legs. "What?"
"I caught you and I didn't know what to do. I freaked. So I decided to spend the rest of sophomore year at home. Every time I saw you, or her, I wanted to kill you. I needed to get away." She caught up with her breath and looked at him. "I know that what I did hurt you. But what you did hurt me more then you could ever imagine. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn't want to tell you, because at that point, I hated the fact that you were the father of my child."
"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Seth exclaimed and Summer urged him to simmer down, since Charlotte was in the next room.
"It's ok, Seth. I forgive you. It just took awhile. Besides, I realized how much I love you and how much I need you."
"I love you too, Summer. But you are not making any sense."
Summer stared at him blankly. "So you're going to deny it?"
"Deny what?" Seth yelled, but hushed himself when Summer gave him the look of death.
"You are such a child, Seth. I've gotten over it. And so can you."
"Ok, what have you gotten over exactly? I'm the victim here!"
"WHAT?" Summer asked, outraged.
"Ok, ok." Seth rolled his eyes. "Obviously, we aren't on the same wavelength here. Summer, tonight was perfect. Let's not ruin it."
"You are such a guy. As soon as I want to be honest with you, you run away."
"Honesty? You want honesty, ok." Seth threw a pillow on the bed, angrily. "I have no freakin' clue what you are talking about!"
"I saw you," Summer said. "I saw you Seth Cohen in bed with another girl. And of all girls, you decide to shack up with that loser." She mumbled to herself and Seth just looked at her, drawing a blank. "You really don't remember?"
"Remember what?" He looked at her, grabbing her hands. "Can we please just get back in the bed and cuddle, because cuddling equals good and fighting equals bad."
"Cuddle? Do I look like someone who is the mood to cuddle, Cohen?" She screamed, slamming the bedroom door behind her as she ran out.
"Obviously not." Seth said to himself as he fell back onto the bed, confused and angry that his perfect night had a not so perfect ending.
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"Hey, Jimmy, how's the Bahamas?" Sandy asked as Kirsten handed him the phone.
It was bright and early Friday morning. Chrismukka Eve morning to be exact. Kirsten winced at the remembrance of dinner. She watched as Sandy hung up the phone and walked over to her.
"Coffee?" She asked, grabbing the coffee pot.
"Yes, please." Sandy nodded, rubbing the temples of his forehead.
"Have you seen Seth?" Kirsten asked, sheepishly.
"He's probably at Summer's." Sandy smiled. "Doing his thing."
"Oh, please." Kirsten rolled her eyes as Ryan and Marissa waltzed into the kitchen.
"You two look happy." Sandy said, eyeing Kirsten who giggled.
"So do you two." Marissa chirped in reply.
"Breakfast?" Kirsten asked Ryan and Marissa as they sat down.
"Did you make it?" Ryan asked nervously, ready to grab some cereal.
"No." Kirsten scowled.
"I did." Sandy nodded, placing some bacon on the table.
"Then, yeah, I'm starved." Ryan said as he grabbed a piece.
"My cooking is not that bad!" Kirsten screamed as she stomped out of the kitchen.
Sandy, Marissa, and Ryan waited to laugh until she was gone and Sandy snickered, "Do you think she honestly believes that?"
"Whatever makes her feel better at the end of the day." Ryan shrugged.
*************
"What time are we going over to the stoner's house?" Caleb asked Julie as he grabbed the morning paper.
"Three o'clock." Julie smiled. "And that stoner is your wife's husband."
"Don't remind me." Caleb muttered.
Julie laughed as she poured some coffee for Caleb. "Marissa, breakfast!" She called upstairs. Silence. "Marissa?" She ran up the stairs, opening the door to reveal the perfectly made bed. She glanced out the window and saw Marissa's SUV still parked in the driveway. She very well didn't walk to the beach, thought Julie, ticked off as she went downstairs. She grabbed her purse and ran towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Caleb asked her quickly.
"To set my daughter straight." Julie huffed as she walked towards the Cohen's front door.
*************
"See, Charlie, any fight can be fixed with food." Seth said as he placed a plate full of scrambled eggs on the table in front of Charlotte, who dove in quickly. She was feeling much better, and like Seth, was an avid eater. Seth glanced over at Summer, who was looking mighty uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. Her nostrils flared at the smell of food and her eyes blinked open.
"Morning sunshine." Seth chirped and Summer rolled her eyes.
"You can't trick me with food, Cohen." Summer said, rolling her eyes as she stretched and walked towards Charlotte, giving her a kiss. "Although," She smiled as she sat down, "This looks really good." She smiled happily. She hadn't had someone else cook breakfast for her in a long time, not counting all the meals she's had at work.
"It is good!" Charlie said, eggs dripping from her mouth. Summer laughed, diving into the food and Seth looked down at her, in anticipation.
"So, are we ok?" Seth asked her, sitting down in front of his plate.
"No." Summer looked up at him. "Just because I'm eating doesn't mean I forgive you."
"Forgive me for what?" Seth bursted out with a sarcastic tone and Summer raised her plate and walked towards her bedroom in a huff.
Seth banged his head on the table in frustration. "Promise me something, Charlie."
"Huh?" Charlotte looked up at him, smiling.
"Will you talk to your mom, try to get her to forgive me?"
"Forgive you for what, Cohen?" Charlotte laughed and pushed her plate away, her stomach feeling full.
"Exactly, Charlie." Seth sighed as he quietly ate his eggs.
Chapter 18: The Truth May Surprise You
"Coop!" Summer hissed. "Coop!"
Ok that girl is practically dead, she's so asleep. Can she not hear Summer's hissing? Summer placed her hands on her hips. She angrily stomped her foot, which she had been doing for the past five minutes from outside the pool house. She cracked the door open slowly, hissing once more. "COOP!"
Marissa's head bobbled up from the warmth of Ryan's arms and she blinked towards the door where Summer was motioning her to come. Marissa gave her a quizzical look, wrapping one of the sheets around her naked body and running over to Summer.
"What the hell Summer?" Marissa asked, closing the pool house door to close gently behind her so Ryan could enjoy his slumber.
"I need to talk to you." Summer said slowly, sitting down on one of the pool chairs.
"Ok, now?" Marissa asked, sitting down across from her, looking up at the sky. It had to be early morning. Three or four was Marissa's guess. She looked back at Summer, who was biting her lip furiously. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I was going to go climb in through your bedroom window, like the old days, but I figured the pool house would be a safer bet." Summer rolled her eyes dramatically. "I know how you and Ryan do all that kinky pool stuff here."
"Shut up." Marissa grinned guiltily. "What's wrong?"
Summer let her teeth off of her lip and cleared her throat. "I can't sleep." She looked up at the Cohen's house, which was pretty dark. "I couldn't stop looking at him."
"Seth?" Marissa exclaimed, quickly looking behind her to make sure Ryan was still fast asleep. He was.
"I was with him at my apartment, and then Sandy called because Charlotte was sick and we came here, and we all fell asleep on the couch. The three of us, Charlotte, Seth, and me." Summer smiled, thinking back on her amazing night.
"Is Charlotte ok?"
"She's fine." Summer assured her. "She has my nervous stomach."
"I see." Marissa smiled, pressing on. "So how was your date with Seth?"
"Oh, Coop . . ." Summer's eyes became all distant and Marissa squealed out of delight.
"That amazing?" Marissa's eyes jumped with happiness.
"We," Summer quieted her voice down as if someone was listening. "Had sex."
"I guess we both got lucky tonight." Marissa whispered as well, readjusting the sheet around her, which had begun to slip.
"Coop," She adjusted her voice. "Seth thinks he's Charlotte's father."
Marissa's jaw dropped as she remembered all the things she had forgotten between her sexy rendezvous with Ryan.
"What?" Summer asked, recognizing Marissa's distraught look.
"I just," Marissa shook her head, "I just can't believe he's not her father. I mean, they look, and act, exactly alike."
"Well," Summer bit her lip, catching herself off guard. She couldn't very well let her lies catch up with her now. She didn't want Kirsten to know how she had betrayed her.
"Well, what?" Marissa asked, her eyes gleaming.
"He's not the father." Summer said strongly, but with a certain tone of disapproval of her own words.
"Then who is?" Marissa asked tentatively.
Summer began to panic. What was she going to say? Was she going to continue this two year charade? I mean, Seth wanted to be responsible for Charlotte, which was amazing after all Summer had put him though. And he only had a little bit more of school to go through and then he could find a job and they could all be one happy family, right? RIGHT?
"Summer, tell me." Marissa demanded, worried at her friend's pause to answer her.
Summer glared at Marissa, speechless. She was going to make things right. Even if that meant she would get into trouble with everyone. She had to face her own lies. She HAD to.
**************
"Seth." Charlotte pushed Seth's hand, trying to jerk him awake. Seth yawned, opening his eyes to see just Charlotte on the couch. He noted Summer's disappearance, but figured she went to the bathroom or something and looked down at Charlotte, who was hugging onto him.
"Are you feeling better?" Seth asked her, sitting up straight.
Charlotte nodded, and then looked at the empty spot on the couch. "Where's Mommy?"
"Let's go find her." Seth whispered, scooping her up and heading towards the kitchen, in search of Summer.
**************
"What's going on?" Ryan asked, in a pair of boxers and a wifebeater, which he had thrown on once he saw Summer's head outside. He shut the pool house door behind him, placing his hands on Marissa's shoulders.
"Nothing." Marissa said quickly, resting her head on his arm.
"Hey Ryan." Summer said softly. He could tell she had been crying, and Marissa had been too, her red eyes bulging out of their tiny sockets.
"Hey Summer." Ryan said cautiously, not sure of what was going on between the two girls.
"There you are!" Seth yelled with a whispering hush as he walked towards the huddled group outside the pool house. Charlotte was trudging behind him, yawning.
"Baby, how are you feeling?" Summer asked, kneeling down next to the girl.
"Can we go home, Mommy?" Charlotte asked and Summer nodded happily at this suggestion.
"Hey Bro." Seth said, smacking Ryan's back lightly, snickering at the sight of Marissa wrapped up in a towel. "Isn't this a trip down memory lane? You're rocking the wifebeater and Marissa's naked."
Marissa and Ryan both laughed at this and went back inside the pool house, hugging each other.
Seth turned back towards Summer, who had a practically sleeping Charlotte in her arms.
"Here." Seth said, taking the girl out of Summer's arms, letting her head fall on his back gently. "I'll take you guys home."
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"Marissa," Ryan started as they had settled back into bed. "I don't want to pry, but why were you both crying?"
Marissa sniffled, cuddling up into his arms again. "Summer just confessed to me about a lot of things. She started to cry, I started to cry. It was a classic chick moment." She let out a pathetic laugh and Ryan hugged.
"She's been through a lot, huh?" Ryan felt his eyes close.
"Yeah." Marissa let her eyes close as well. ***************
Summer smiled happily as they got up to her apartment. She opened the door, silently ushering Seth inside. Seth placed Charlotte in her bedroom as Summer ran to hers, throwing some of her clothes into the closet. She wasn't sure what was going to happen between her and Seth, but she wanted to be prepared. Plus, she was insanely happy.
"Aww, you don't have to clean up for me." Seth said quietly, shutting Summer's bedroom door behind him.
"Um," Summer laughed it off nervously, casually throwing a bag of pads into her closet, "Will you, stay?"
"You mean, spend the night?" Seth let his lips curl into a smile as he fell onto Summer's bed, exhausted.
"Well, no sex, because I don't want my two year old hearing that. But, just sleep here. With me."
"Sure." Seth smiled, patting down on the bed for her to climb in.
"I'm going to change." Summer blurted, grabbing her flannel pajamas from the floor. She looked at him, seriously, waiting.
"Yes princess?" Seth asked, his eyes shut but he could feel her glare.
"Can you, um, turn around?" Summer's eyes darted at hers. He blinked at her.
"We just had sex Summer. I think I know what you look like naked." Seth laughed. "Not to mention all the other time we consummated."
"Can you," She said this slowly, pushing his legs, "Turn around?"
"Fine." Seth said coarsely, flipping over so that his head was shoved against her pillow. It had that familiar cinnamon smell of Summer's hair and he inhaled it, practically getting high off of it.
He heard some rustling and then felt Summer's body next to him and looked at her innocently.
"You are definitely the weird one." Seth said flatly, grabbing her hand and tracing circles on it with the ball of his thumb.
"Whatever makes you feel better at the end of the day, Cohen." She laughed, kissing his lips gently. She knew that she had to start telling the truth to him. So she brought in a deep sigh, letting him know she had something on her mind. He nodded for her to speak and she practiced how to start this.
"There's something I should tell you." Summer started, biting her lip.
Seth winced at these words. He was convinced that he was Charlotte's father and he blurted out, "Listen, Summer. I don't want to know. I just hope that now we can just have a happy life together, the three of us."
"Seth," She shut his rambling lips quickly. "I need to tell you the real reason why I left you."
"What?" Seth asked, but noticed her increasing anger. She looked like she was ready to throw punches and he zipped his mouth shut.
"I didn't know I was pregnant when I first left." Summer started, keeping back tears. "I found out the day after." She restrained herself from screaming. "The reason I left was because I saw you," She noticed Seth's confused expression. "With her."
Seth's jaw dropped and he quickly jumped up, the bed's sheets rustling underneath his legs. "What?"
"I caught you and I didn't know what to do. I freaked. So I decided to spend the rest of sophomore year at home. Every time I saw you, or her, I wanted to kill you. I needed to get away." She caught up with her breath and looked at him. "I know that what I did hurt you. But what you did hurt me more then you could ever imagine. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn't want to tell you, because at that point, I hated the fact that you were the father of my child."
"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Seth exclaimed and Summer urged him to simmer down, since Charlotte was in the next room.
"It's ok, Seth. I forgive you. It just took awhile. Besides, I realized how much I love you and how much I need you."
"I love you too, Summer. But you are not making any sense."
Summer stared at him blankly. "So you're going to deny it?"
"Deny what?" Seth yelled, but hushed himself when Summer gave him the look of death.
"You are such a child, Seth. I've gotten over it. And so can you."
"Ok, what have you gotten over exactly? I'm the victim here!"
"WHAT?" Summer asked, outraged.
"Ok, ok." Seth rolled his eyes. "Obviously, we aren't on the same wavelength here. Summer, tonight was perfect. Let's not ruin it."
"You are such a guy. As soon as I want to be honest with you, you run away."
"Honesty? You want honesty, ok." Seth threw a pillow on the bed, angrily. "I have no freakin' clue what you are talking about!"
"I saw you," Summer said. "I saw you Seth Cohen in bed with another girl. And of all girls, you decide to shack up with that loser." She mumbled to herself and Seth just looked at her, drawing a blank. "You really don't remember?"
"Remember what?" He looked at her, grabbing her hands. "Can we please just get back in the bed and cuddle, because cuddling equals good and fighting equals bad."
"Cuddle? Do I look like someone who is the mood to cuddle, Cohen?" She screamed, slamming the bedroom door behind her as she ran out.
"Obviously not." Seth said to himself as he fell back onto the bed, confused and angry that his perfect night had a not so perfect ending.
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"Hey, Jimmy, how's the Bahamas?" Sandy asked as Kirsten handed him the phone.
It was bright and early Friday morning. Chrismukka Eve morning to be exact. Kirsten winced at the remembrance of dinner. She watched as Sandy hung up the phone and walked over to her.
"Coffee?" She asked, grabbing the coffee pot.
"Yes, please." Sandy nodded, rubbing the temples of his forehead.
"Have you seen Seth?" Kirsten asked, sheepishly.
"He's probably at Summer's." Sandy smiled. "Doing his thing."
"Oh, please." Kirsten rolled her eyes as Ryan and Marissa waltzed into the kitchen.
"You two look happy." Sandy said, eyeing Kirsten who giggled.
"So do you two." Marissa chirped in reply.
"Breakfast?" Kirsten asked Ryan and Marissa as they sat down.
"Did you make it?" Ryan asked nervously, ready to grab some cereal.
"No." Kirsten scowled.
"I did." Sandy nodded, placing some bacon on the table.
"Then, yeah, I'm starved." Ryan said as he grabbed a piece.
"My cooking is not that bad!" Kirsten screamed as she stomped out of the kitchen.
Sandy, Marissa, and Ryan waited to laugh until she was gone and Sandy snickered, "Do you think she honestly believes that?"
"Whatever makes her feel better at the end of the day." Ryan shrugged.
*************
"What time are we going over to the stoner's house?" Caleb asked Julie as he grabbed the morning paper.
"Three o'clock." Julie smiled. "And that stoner is your wife's husband."
"Don't remind me." Caleb muttered.
Julie laughed as she poured some coffee for Caleb. "Marissa, breakfast!" She called upstairs. Silence. "Marissa?" She ran up the stairs, opening the door to reveal the perfectly made bed. She glanced out the window and saw Marissa's SUV still parked in the driveway. She very well didn't walk to the beach, thought Julie, ticked off as she went downstairs. She grabbed her purse and ran towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Caleb asked her quickly.
"To set my daughter straight." Julie huffed as she walked towards the Cohen's front door.
*************
"See, Charlie, any fight can be fixed with food." Seth said as he placed a plate full of scrambled eggs on the table in front of Charlotte, who dove in quickly. She was feeling much better, and like Seth, was an avid eater. Seth glanced over at Summer, who was looking mighty uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. Her nostrils flared at the smell of food and her eyes blinked open.
"Morning sunshine." Seth chirped and Summer rolled her eyes.
"You can't trick me with food, Cohen." Summer said, rolling her eyes as she stretched and walked towards Charlotte, giving her a kiss. "Although," She smiled as she sat down, "This looks really good." She smiled happily. She hadn't had someone else cook breakfast for her in a long time, not counting all the meals she's had at work.
"It is good!" Charlie said, eggs dripping from her mouth. Summer laughed, diving into the food and Seth looked down at her, in anticipation.
"So, are we ok?" Seth asked her, sitting down in front of his plate.
"No." Summer looked up at him. "Just because I'm eating doesn't mean I forgive you."
"Forgive me for what?" Seth bursted out with a sarcastic tone and Summer raised her plate and walked towards her bedroom in a huff.
Seth banged his head on the table in frustration. "Promise me something, Charlie."
"Huh?" Charlotte looked up at him, smiling.
"Will you talk to your mom, try to get her to forgive me?"
"Forgive you for what, Cohen?" Charlotte laughed and pushed her plate away, her stomach feeling full.
"Exactly, Charlie." Seth sighed as he quietly ate his eggs.