Marissa woke up the next morning to a razor sharp object poking into her
side. She
slowly opened her eyes and saw one perfectly manicured nail, leading to a perfectly tan
arm, to an agitated face.
"Get up Coop. Do you have any idea what time it is? It is almost eleven!"
"Summer, Oh my God!, it is Sunday. Go back to bed."
"No....I am hungry and I don't just want to start roaming around the house. What
if your mom's new boyfriend was roaming around naked?"
"I bet you'd like that....but I think that you want me to get up for some reason
other than you stomach grumbling."
"And what would that be?"
"You are excited about seeing Seth today! It is so cute. And plus, I have never
known you to get up before noon on the weekend. Something had to be up!"
"Nothing is going on. I just really want to get up and get going. I'll be in the
shower...I expect you to be up and going by the time I am out, missy."
Marissa smiled, rolled over and pulled her phone off the night table. She dialed the Cohen household and Ryan picked up.
"Hello," he grumbled.
"Hey...I was just wondering what time you guys would be coming over this
afternoon. We are still kind of lying around over here and so I thought maybe around
four or five...then we could watch a movie and have dinner and then maybe go to the
beach?"
"Yeah, that sounds fine, we just got up a few minutes ago and I think that Mrs.
Cohen might need our help with some stuff around the house. So I'll see you at four-
thirty?"
"Sounds good."
"Alright, see ya."
"Bye," Marissa said, hanging up the phone.
"Who were you talking to?" Summer asked coming out from the bathroom with a
towel wrapped around her.
"Just Ryan, the guys are going to come over around four thirty."
"Well Oh my God! It's already eleven fifteen! How am I ever going to be ready
in time....I have to blow dry my hair and pick out an outfit and...."
"Summer," Marissa said interrupting her.
"Yeah?"
"Chill out."
"Chill out...Right," Summer said and quickly went back into the bathroom.
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The girls spent the rest of the day looking through clothes and getting pampered.
They went to the grocery store and bought some snacks for the big night out, or in
actually, with the guys. It was a very relaxed and fun day. Then at about four, when they
were sitting in front of the T.V., watching Summer's Dawson's Creek DVDs, Summer
sat up very straight and turned to Marissa.
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"Who?"
"James Van Der Beek. Seth, you idiot!"
"You know he likes you. God, please let's not get into this again."
"Get into what again?"
"Your whole, 'He might like me, but can we make this relationship work. I mean,
what if he gets sick of me.'"
"I hope you know that you are a lousy friend."
"Gee, thanks."
"I mean, I have very low self esteem. Why else would I be such a flirt? That is
what my therapist told me....isn't that horrible! I mean, me with low self esteem....never
heard of a crazier thing."
"Well, we all know that therapists are full of shit."
"Couldn't agree more....But seriously, do you think that he likes me?"
"Summer...." Marissa started, and then the doorbell rang, "I guess you'll find
out."
*Hey guys, I know that I haven't been the best author, but I am going to make it up to
you, promise!*
slowly opened her eyes and saw one perfectly manicured nail, leading to a perfectly tan
arm, to an agitated face.
"Get up Coop. Do you have any idea what time it is? It is almost eleven!"
"Summer, Oh my God!, it is Sunday. Go back to bed."
"No....I am hungry and I don't just want to start roaming around the house. What
if your mom's new boyfriend was roaming around naked?"
"I bet you'd like that....but I think that you want me to get up for some reason
other than you stomach grumbling."
"And what would that be?"
"You are excited about seeing Seth today! It is so cute. And plus, I have never
known you to get up before noon on the weekend. Something had to be up!"
"Nothing is going on. I just really want to get up and get going. I'll be in the
shower...I expect you to be up and going by the time I am out, missy."
Marissa smiled, rolled over and pulled her phone off the night table. She dialed the Cohen household and Ryan picked up.
"Hello," he grumbled.
"Hey...I was just wondering what time you guys would be coming over this
afternoon. We are still kind of lying around over here and so I thought maybe around
four or five...then we could watch a movie and have dinner and then maybe go to the
beach?"
"Yeah, that sounds fine, we just got up a few minutes ago and I think that Mrs.
Cohen might need our help with some stuff around the house. So I'll see you at four-
thirty?"
"Sounds good."
"Alright, see ya."
"Bye," Marissa said, hanging up the phone.
"Who were you talking to?" Summer asked coming out from the bathroom with a
towel wrapped around her.
"Just Ryan, the guys are going to come over around four thirty."
"Well Oh my God! It's already eleven fifteen! How am I ever going to be ready
in time....I have to blow dry my hair and pick out an outfit and...."
"Summer," Marissa said interrupting her.
"Yeah?"
"Chill out."
"Chill out...Right," Summer said and quickly went back into the bathroom.
************************************************************************
The girls spent the rest of the day looking through clothes and getting pampered.
They went to the grocery store and bought some snacks for the big night out, or in
actually, with the guys. It was a very relaxed and fun day. Then at about four, when they
were sitting in front of the T.V., watching Summer's Dawson's Creek DVDs, Summer
sat up very straight and turned to Marissa.
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"Who?"
"James Van Der Beek. Seth, you idiot!"
"You know he likes you. God, please let's not get into this again."
"Get into what again?"
"Your whole, 'He might like me, but can we make this relationship work. I mean,
what if he gets sick of me.'"
"I hope you know that you are a lousy friend."
"Gee, thanks."
"I mean, I have very low self esteem. Why else would I be such a flirt? That is
what my therapist told me....isn't that horrible! I mean, me with low self esteem....never
heard of a crazier thing."
"Well, we all know that therapists are full of shit."
"Couldn't agree more....But seriously, do you think that he likes me?"
"Summer...." Marissa started, and then the doorbell rang, "I guess you'll find
out."
*Hey guys, I know that I haven't been the best author, but I am going to make it up to
you, promise!*
