Chapter 13



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Marissa was stunned.

"Marissa?" Seth questioned. He waved his hand back and forth in front of her eyes to see if she was in fact conscious. No response yet. Seth was getting annoyed with her blank stare. Seth gently prodded her.

"Ow, what the hell Seth." Marissa said, immediately waking up from her shock. "Is it hurt Marissa today?" She glared at Seth.

"Sorry," Seth muttered.

"What the hell am I going to do? Is it going to affect my career?" Marissa started to spaz.

Seth rolled his eyes. "Calm down, jeez." He eyed the stacks of tabloids. "Hey I wonder what they actually say."

Marissa couldn't believe it. "I'm not going to buy tabloids, I mean that's so low! Even normal people don't read it!"

"But you do want to see what they say, right?" Seth asked Marissa.

Marissa nodded.

Seth went up to a little girl with blond hair in pigtails. "Hey sweetie, what's your name?"

"The little girl piped, "Lizzie!"

"Well Lizzie, if I gave you 40 dollars, would you buy all those magazines right there? Right next to the coke machine. You can keep the rest of the money."

"Ok!"

The girl trotted off. She promptly came back with the tabloids and all the rest of the magazines that the store had to offer. Seth sighed. He gave the girl 20 more dollars since she spent all the money on beauty, teen, and home magazines. He went back to where Marissa was standing with about 80 pounds of magazines.

"Did you get them?"

"What do you think Marissa? I just spend 40 dollars on every magazine in the store. Is it possible, that out of the magazines, I might not have your stupid tabloids?"

"Rowr, Seth." Marissa giggled at her statement.

"These things weigh about 100 pounds! Help maybe??? I got to get to work."

Marissa sighed and took some of the magazines. They trotted over to the Lamborghini. They put all the magazines behind the seats and zoomed off.



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Ryan was really troubled. He was never in this kind of situation. He was going to become a father. Something he never would want to be. His own fathers had treated him like shit, so he had no idea how to not follow the same path. This was all because of lots of alcohol and his first one night stand. He always had bad luck. It must of run in his genes or something like that. His family always was unlucky-except for him. He got a chance out. I just have to suck it up. I made the mistake as well as Cindy, I need to deal with the consequences. He looked for his cell phone. He looked at recent incoming calls. He dialed the number.

"Hello this is Cindy."

Ryan took a deep breath. "Cindy, it's Ryan-"



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Seth was driving the car while Marissa sat next to him, flipping the pages.

"Wow this is really interesting. This is the perfect cure for a day of boredom." Marissa exclaimed.

Seth muttered to himself, "And I thought Summer was the ditzy one…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing at all, Marissa."

"Oh, I thought I heard you say something about ham."

Seth rolled his eyes.

Seth looked at the clock. "Shit, its 11:00. How the hell did it get this late? I am so late for work."

"Whatever Seth. Remember, we first waited in that ubër long line at Starbucks for ice coffee. Then of course we passed Fendi's boutique and I feel in love with those shoes. So we made that little detour so I could get my shoes. But, then I saw this adorable purse, so I just had to ask for it in pink. Then we finally went to the supermarket. While you were buying all the necessary stuff, I was buying my food and counting the calories on my palm pilot. Then we went to the check out aisle where-."

"Yes, you were in shock for 10 minutes." Seth interrupted.

"Whatever Seth. Why are so eager to get to work? I mean nobody is going to beat your ass if you're like 3 hours late. Wait, I mean you don't even have a boss. You are THE BOSS! You are the man!" Marissa made a little gun motion with both of her hands.

Seth sighed, Marissa sure had her dumb moments. "I think that maybe I'll have my assistant do it for me. Let's stop by Summer's work place."

"Ooh, I've never been there!" Marissa exclaimed.

"Well, Summer is taking care of one branch of my company. That way she won't be bored to death, and nobody can fire her. Plus, if we divorce, she'll still have some money and a job."

Marissa nodded.

"I'm going back to the garage to switch cars. I'm being sort of claustrophobic in this car. It's too small for my liking."

"Then why did you buy it?"

Seth shrugged. "I have cash to spend. There's no point of it sitting in the bank."

"Then why don't you donate all the money to a charity."

"I do. But, I get about 50% of the company's profit, then Summer brings in the money from the fashion line which equals tons of money."

They arrived at the garage.

"Do you think that we should stop by and say hi to Ryan?" Marissa asked.

"Nah, he'll be fine. I think that he should adjust to Cali. Plus, I think you will drag him to Summer's work place and I don't think Ryan is really into um...fashion. I mean what's with the weird wrist band?"

"Righto."

They got out of the car.

"What should we do with all the magazines?" Marissa asked, lugging them out of the car.

"Bring all the fashion ones to Summer's place. Then they can analyze the styles and what not."

Marissa picked each of the fashion magazines out.

"Which car do you want to take?" Seth gestured to the array of foreign cars.

"Hmmm…a BMW. 12 Series!"

"What color?"

"Pink!"

"Marissa, Marissa, a reasonable color."

"Pink is a reasonable color. Fine, black."

"Hah, that's something to get you for your birthday!" Seth whipped out his blackberry. "Get…Marissa…a….pink….BMW… Done! Let's go."

Seth locked the Lamborghini, and they hopped in the BMW sedan. The tires screeched as Seth drove the car out into the busy LA streets.

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(At Summer's Work Place, Soir.) (A/N: Soir in French means night.)

The place was getting ready for a huge runaway show. The building Seth bought for the company was huge. It would be one of the first fashion lines to have a show in Los Angeles. Usually they were in New York, but Summer wanted something new. Plus, all the actors and actresses were living in LA. It would be convenient for them to watch the shows since they were so close to their house.

Summer was supervising the clothes. "NO, NO, NO. The flower is on sideways! The stem is supposed to be parallel to the neckline cut. There, much better Georgio."

Summer proceeded. She looked up at the models doing a rehearsal. "Sasha! Head high! Shoulders back!" These models were getting paid way too much. She looked at all of the press that were surrounding them. Summer was getting really pissed. "The next one who isn't perfecting their walk and acting like a model..is getting their pay slashed." The models gasped and got back to work. Summer felt much better.

"Wow, don't kill them. Or else it'll be model genocide."

Summer turned around to see Seth and Marissa. "Hi!"

Summer and Seth kissed and Marissa and Summer hugged.

"Welcome to Soir!"

The fashion dress rehearsal was about to start. The lights dimmed, the music played, and the models strutted out.

"Wow, it's amazing!" Marissa said over all the din.

"Yea I know!"

They sat in silence until the show ended.

Marissa was mesmerized, and Seth was…sleeping.

Summer prodded him awake.

"Oh my god Sum! How much money did it cost?" Marissa exclaimed.

"Lots, but Seth helped." Summer smiled at Seth, who smiled in return.

"You guys have so much money!"

"I know, I think we should donate some money to PITA."

"Summer honey, its PETA."

"Whatever Cohen."

"Hey Coop! You should be the guest of honor!"

Marissa agreed.




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