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The next day, early evening, Summer rummaged through her closet.

"This?" she asked.

"Uh..I don't know. With what pants?" Marissa responded.

"I was thinking my khaki skirt."

"Ooooooh yeah. That'll look hot. It'll be perfect."

"Thanks girlie! What are you wearing?"

"My dress...you know, the one with the white flowers. That is off the

shoulder."

"You never cease to amaze me with your superb fashion sense."

"Why thank you!.....I have something to tell you, and you have got to SWEAR

not to freak out."

"OK," Summer said sitting on the bed next to her," Spill!"

"Last night, I went to see Ryan..."

"Oooohohhoooo!"

"Shut up!"

"Well go on with your story!"

"And we started talking about just random things and I helped him wipe down his

tables and he said that he could tell I was a rich girl."

"How rude!" she said sarcastically.

"I know! And then we kinda kissed."

"What??"

"We kis..."

"I heard you the first time! But what does this mean?

"We are coming to the party together tonight and are just going to see where it is

going to go from there."

"Excitement!"

"I know..but I'd better be heading home soon so that I can get ready."

"Yeah...and Marissa?" she asked slyly.

"Yeah?"

"Did Ryan...by any chance...say anything about Seth coming tonight?"

"No, but if he's coming, I'll be giving him a ride. You want me to call him so

that you'll...?"

"No, that's fine," she said quickly.

"OK," she said skeptically, "I'll see you later."

"See ya tonight."

"Bye girl," she said leaving the room.

"Bye," Summer called.

"So..." Ryan said, "Did you decide if you were going to the party or not?"

"What party?"

"Come on, you know what party. Don't try and be a smart ass!"

"I haven't really decided."

"Come on dude. We have two and a half hours until Marissa picks us up. You're

gonna have to decide sometime."

"I know..."

"From what I understand, she really wants you to go."

"From whom exactly did you hear this information from?"

"A very reliable source."

Seth shot him a look.

"Marissa," Ryan admitted.

"Was that before, during, or after she decided to lay a big one on you?"

"What?......How in the hell do you know about that?"

"Dude, it was broadcasted all over the internet. Pamela and Tommy who?"

This time, Ryan shot Seth a look.

"Well, I knew she was going to see you, but you haven't said anything about it all

day, and you aren't moping around, so the outcome must have been good. It was a lot of

deduction. Glad my observational skills haven't gone to seed."

"You are a freak? You know that right?"

"Of course...and thank you."

"So...are you gonna go?"

"I guess. It might be worth it. Although, I really don't want to have to watch you

and Marissa make lovey-dovey eyes at each other all night. But it could be fun

anyways."

"OK, I am going to go get a shower. And I promise to keep the lovey- dovey eyes

to a minimum."

"I will be greatly appreciative of that kind gesture."

"OK. Good. So you're going?"

"YES! I am going!"

"Good," Ryan said, exiting the room.

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