*OK, here is the next chapter...this one will probably be more Seth/Summer
oriented and less drama about Ryan and Marissa. Don't get me wrong, I love Ryan
and Marissa together but sometimes their drama....do I like you? do I hate
you?...kinda gets old. However, Seth and Summer are my favorite, as you cant
tell. I don't own The O.C. or any of the characters because then why in the hell
would I be writing on fanfiction.net? On with the story!*
Ryan woke the next morning at seven-thirty. That is when he woke up at his old
home, and old habits die hard. In Ryan's case, they die a long, painful death. He got up
and put on some clothes and headed to the lobby for some coffee. As he was walking
back to his room, he saw Luke emerging from a door that was not Marissa's. Luke
looked up at Ryan, bewildered.
"What are you doing man?" Ryan asked Luke.
"Nothing, just spent the night with Marissa," Luke lied.
"Well, I know that that room is not Marissa's room."
"Come on man, don't stir up trouble. You know that it would kill her to know
that I was cheating on her. Can't you just keep this a secret...between us guys?"
"He's right," Ryan thought, "If Marissa found out that Luke was cheating on her,
she might do something rash."
"OK," he said, "I won't tell her as long as you promise never to do it again."
"I won't dude."
"OK...but I just want you to know that what you are doing is really shitty and
she deserves better than you."
"I'm not going to do it again," he persisted.
And with a nod, Ryan entered his own room, slamming the door.
"Yeah right. I won't do it anymore. I'll just make sure not to get caught," he said
aloud walking to his room.
"Sum! Get up!"
"Uhhhhh Coop. Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"It's not that early."
"It's eight forty-five!"
"So?"
"It's EIGHT FORTY-FIVE!"
"Come on! Get up!"
"Forty five minutes after eight!"
"Up please! Now!"
"Fine, Fine," Summer grumbled, "I will get up and take my shower."
"Thank you."
Forty-five minutes later, Summer exited the bathroom. She rummaged in her bag
and put on a pair of jean shorts and a pink one shouldered bikini top.
"OK Coop, I am up and ready. Where do we need to go?"
"No where. I just wanted to talk."
"Talk! You got me up at eight forty-five to talk?"
"It is nine thirty."
"Not when you woke me up! But whatever, talk!"
"I just needed the 411 on you and Seth."
"There is no 411."
"I do believe there is 411 to be told."
"I do believe that 911 will have to be called if you don't give up on the 411."
"Oooh, feisty!"
"No, I am just sick of people dragging me out of bed at ungodly hours of the
morning and then questioning me on my romantic motives."
"So you DO have a motive with Seth?"
"No! I don't. He is just a friend that I have made through this trip. We found out
that we have a lot in common."
"You called him Sethy."
"Like, I said, it was a slip of the tongue!"
"Fine, girl. I guess that I will have to believe you, but might I comment you on your Elizabeth Taylor impression?"
"What in the hell does that mean...?"
"Well, you both are dead ringer for Cleopatra, Queen of Denial."
"Haha," Summer said sarcastically, hitting Marissa on the back with her bag.
They exited the room and walked across the hall to Seth and Ryan's room.
Summer knocked on the door and Seth answered.
"Hi...uh, Summer. You look..uh great."
"Thanks..um Seth," she said shooting a look at Marissa, as if daring her to make
a 'Sethy' joke.
"So what do you want to do today, you guys?" Seth asked, stepping aside and
letting the girls into the room.
"Well, I was thinking," Marissa said, "That we might do some real sightseeing.
Like go to a pyramid or something (I am not sure if they have them in or near Tijuana,
but work with me here, please!).
"Sounds good. So when our parents ask us what he did down here, we won't
have to actually lie," Seth said.
"So you two are in?" Marissa asked.
"I am, but I am not sure about Ryan. He has been sulking ever since I got up."
"OK," Marissa said walking over to Ryan's bed, where he was watching a
Spanish music video.
"Hey Ryan?" she said.
"Yeah," he said, not looking at her.
"Do you want to come with us to the La Lavenda Pyramid? We are gonna take a
mini road trip on our road trip."
"Yeah, sure, I guess," he said shortly.
"OK," Marissa said, walking away confused.
"You are right," Marissa said walking over to Seth, "He really is sulking. Well
let's go meet Luke, the boys, and Holly to see what they want to do."
"That boy," Seth whispered to Summer, "Suffers from PMS more than any other
girl I've ever met."
Summer giggled as they exited the room.
When Marissa, Ryan, Luke and Summer met up with the rest of the gang, it was around ten o'clock.
"So," Marissa said, receiving a kiss from Luke on the cheek, "We are going to a
pyramid today. You four coming?"
"Oh no, babe. We already bought tickets to go out snorkeling. Sorry, the guy at the front desk was one hell of a salesman."
"Oh, OK," Marissa said disappointed.
"But we'll meet up for dinner again...OK?" Luke suggested.
"Yeah, six-thirty?"
"Sounds good. I love you babe."
"Me too." Marissa said.
Ryan watched as Luke, Holly, Bryce, and Norland exited the lobby. He knew
that this could and would not be good. Luke and Holly, alone for eight hours..this
could only end in disaster.
"Well," he thought, with a the glass half full mentality, "At least I get to spend a
whole day with Marissa."
*OK, the end of a meaningless and filler full chapter. Sorry, but that stuff you just
read, really sucked! I am losing my touch! Maybe that's because as of writing this
chapter, I have not received any reviews on the last two chapters I posted. So take a
hint and review! This chapter had a little more R/M than I intended, but what can
you do? Please review, I am begging you!*
oriented and less drama about Ryan and Marissa. Don't get me wrong, I love Ryan
and Marissa together but sometimes their drama....do I like you? do I hate
you?...kinda gets old. However, Seth and Summer are my favorite, as you cant
tell. I don't own The O.C. or any of the characters because then why in the hell
would I be writing on fanfiction.net? On with the story!*
Ryan woke the next morning at seven-thirty. That is when he woke up at his old
home, and old habits die hard. In Ryan's case, they die a long, painful death. He got up
and put on some clothes and headed to the lobby for some coffee. As he was walking
back to his room, he saw Luke emerging from a door that was not Marissa's. Luke
looked up at Ryan, bewildered.
"What are you doing man?" Ryan asked Luke.
"Nothing, just spent the night with Marissa," Luke lied.
"Well, I know that that room is not Marissa's room."
"Come on man, don't stir up trouble. You know that it would kill her to know
that I was cheating on her. Can't you just keep this a secret...between us guys?"
"He's right," Ryan thought, "If Marissa found out that Luke was cheating on her,
she might do something rash."
"OK," he said, "I won't tell her as long as you promise never to do it again."
"I won't dude."
"OK...but I just want you to know that what you are doing is really shitty and
she deserves better than you."
"I'm not going to do it again," he persisted.
And with a nod, Ryan entered his own room, slamming the door.
"Yeah right. I won't do it anymore. I'll just make sure not to get caught," he said
aloud walking to his room.
"Sum! Get up!"
"Uhhhhh Coop. Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"It's not that early."
"It's eight forty-five!"
"So?"
"It's EIGHT FORTY-FIVE!"
"Come on! Get up!"
"Forty five minutes after eight!"
"Up please! Now!"
"Fine, Fine," Summer grumbled, "I will get up and take my shower."
"Thank you."
Forty-five minutes later, Summer exited the bathroom. She rummaged in her bag
and put on a pair of jean shorts and a pink one shouldered bikini top.
"OK Coop, I am up and ready. Where do we need to go?"
"No where. I just wanted to talk."
"Talk! You got me up at eight forty-five to talk?"
"It is nine thirty."
"Not when you woke me up! But whatever, talk!"
"I just needed the 411 on you and Seth."
"There is no 411."
"I do believe there is 411 to be told."
"I do believe that 911 will have to be called if you don't give up on the 411."
"Oooh, feisty!"
"No, I am just sick of people dragging me out of bed at ungodly hours of the
morning and then questioning me on my romantic motives."
"So you DO have a motive with Seth?"
"No! I don't. He is just a friend that I have made through this trip. We found out
that we have a lot in common."
"You called him Sethy."
"Like, I said, it was a slip of the tongue!"
"Fine, girl. I guess that I will have to believe you, but might I comment you on your Elizabeth Taylor impression?"
"What in the hell does that mean...?"
"Well, you both are dead ringer for Cleopatra, Queen of Denial."
"Haha," Summer said sarcastically, hitting Marissa on the back with her bag.
They exited the room and walked across the hall to Seth and Ryan's room.
Summer knocked on the door and Seth answered.
"Hi...uh, Summer. You look..uh great."
"Thanks..um Seth," she said shooting a look at Marissa, as if daring her to make
a 'Sethy' joke.
"So what do you want to do today, you guys?" Seth asked, stepping aside and
letting the girls into the room.
"Well, I was thinking," Marissa said, "That we might do some real sightseeing.
Like go to a pyramid or something (I am not sure if they have them in or near Tijuana,
but work with me here, please!).
"Sounds good. So when our parents ask us what he did down here, we won't
have to actually lie," Seth said.
"So you two are in?" Marissa asked.
"I am, but I am not sure about Ryan. He has been sulking ever since I got up."
"OK," Marissa said walking over to Ryan's bed, where he was watching a
Spanish music video.
"Hey Ryan?" she said.
"Yeah," he said, not looking at her.
"Do you want to come with us to the La Lavenda Pyramid? We are gonna take a
mini road trip on our road trip."
"Yeah, sure, I guess," he said shortly.
"OK," Marissa said, walking away confused.
"You are right," Marissa said walking over to Seth, "He really is sulking. Well
let's go meet Luke, the boys, and Holly to see what they want to do."
"That boy," Seth whispered to Summer, "Suffers from PMS more than any other
girl I've ever met."
Summer giggled as they exited the room.
When Marissa, Ryan, Luke and Summer met up with the rest of the gang, it was around ten o'clock.
"So," Marissa said, receiving a kiss from Luke on the cheek, "We are going to a
pyramid today. You four coming?"
"Oh no, babe. We already bought tickets to go out snorkeling. Sorry, the guy at the front desk was one hell of a salesman."
"Oh, OK," Marissa said disappointed.
"But we'll meet up for dinner again...OK?" Luke suggested.
"Yeah, six-thirty?"
"Sounds good. I love you babe."
"Me too." Marissa said.
Ryan watched as Luke, Holly, Bryce, and Norland exited the lobby. He knew
that this could and would not be good. Luke and Holly, alone for eight hours..this
could only end in disaster.
"Well," he thought, with a the glass half full mentality, "At least I get to spend a
whole day with Marissa."
*OK, the end of a meaningless and filler full chapter. Sorry, but that stuff you just
read, really sucked! I am losing my touch! Maybe that's because as of writing this
chapter, I have not received any reviews on the last two chapters I posted. So take a
hint and review! This chapter had a little more R/M than I intended, but what can
you do? Please review, I am begging you!*
