Chapter 21



A/N: Seriously people, I need to end this fic some time soon. Really I do. Then I can be free from this burden. Wouldn't it be completely evil if I just ended it right here and now? When Seth and Summer were going to get divorced. . .

"Ryan?" Cindy asked.

"Hm?" Ryan responded, completely happy with holding Cindy in his arms.

"Friends for life?" Cindy asked when she got out of Ryan's embrace and faced him.

"We can't be best friends because Seth's my best friend, not to mention brother." Ryan playfully teased, poking her in the ribcage.

"Well, how about, Seth can be your bestest friend, and I'll be your best friend." CIndy giggled while Ryan laughed softly.

"Agreed." Ryan offered a handshake to Cindy.

Cindy refused to take it. "That's so formal. We have to do it like little kids. You know, when they promised that they would be best friends forever at the school playground."

"What would that be?" Ryan asked utterly confused.

Cindy stuck out her pinky. Ryan extended his and they did a pinky-swear.

"Deal." Ryan stated.

Just then, Ryan's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, "Cohen, Seth - Cell". "Speaking of best friends. . ." Ryan flipped open the Nokia silver phone.

"Sliders are so much cooler. . ." Cindy remarked. (A/N: I have one he he. So sorry you flippy cell phone owners. No offense, just personal preference."

Ryan ignored Cindy, but did stick out his tongue at her in a very childish manner. He went back to his phone. "Hey Seth, why are you calling me at the wee hours of the morning? Telling me the great sex escapades you had with Summer?"

Cindy raised her eyebrows.

Seth spoke into the phone. "Dude. . ."

Ryan recognized Seth's drunk tone. Seth was rarely ever drunk. Well, after awhile when Summer brought him to those killer Newport bashes, he built some resistance. Ryan was already an exercised pro, him being from Chino. But Seth, drunk, was an issue to be worried about. What did Summer and him do? Did they have a vodka shots war? Ryan hoped Marissa wasn't there too participating. "Seth! How many drinks did you have?"

"I don't know. A couple of bottles here and there." Seth slurred as he stood up and started to walk.

 Ryan heard some tumbling and crashing in the background. He was really concerned now. What was Summer doing with him? "Seth, let me talk to Summer."

Seth blanked. "Sum-mm-mer?"

Ryan was a bit shocked at his memory-loss. "Yea, Seth, S-U-M-M-E-R. Your wife."

"Dude. . . She's not here. I'm at some hotel."

"Where's Summer?" Ryan urgently asked.

Cindy stood up and intently stared at Ryan's angered expression. He motioned for her to come and listen to his conversation. He couldn't make out the background sounds and hoped that Cindy could help him. "Help me." Ryan whispered.

Cindy swung her legs over and crouched behind Ryan, putting her ear next to the cell phone.

When Ryan heard no response, he repeated his question, "Where's Summer?"

"I don't know. . . Summer and I are getting divorced." Seth giggled into the hotel phone. "Imagine that. Prom king and queen getting divorced. Newport's most popular girl and Newport's richest boy getting divorced." Seth shook his head at the happy high school memories.

Ryan became anxious for Seth's erratic behavior. Since when did Seth giggle? Ryan's parental instincts kicked in, he always looked after Seth, and he always took care of himself as a young boy in Chino when his mom was passed out and his father non-existent. "Seth, where are you?"

Seth stared at the phone, trying to figure which way he should talk into it. Luckily, since it was a 50/50 chance, he talked into the right end of the phone. "Um. . . I don't know. Something that starts with an H. I once kissed a girl with that last name. She had blond hair, blue eyes, really rich. . ."

It dawned on Ryan. "Seth, stay there. Cindy and I are going to come to the Hilton. Which room?"

"Um . . . a big one." Seth giggled again. "I think 1024."

"Seth, stay there, I'm coming." Ryan snapped the phone shut. He turned to Cindy who had listened to the whole conversation. "Let's go." Ryan and Cindy ran to hail a cab.

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Summer was pissed. Really pissed. She remembered that all of her stuff was in the Four Seasons penthouse. Summer sighed; she had to go back there. Hopefully, Seth wasn't staying at that hotel and he went to some other hotel. Summer did say for him to go to another hotel. Right? Summer walked into the gold elevator and turned the key in. It went up and the doors slid open. Summer was amazed at the scene. There were strewn glasses and food and white powder. In her fury and hurry, Summer didn't notice the powder. Summer walked into the living room area. She prodded some of the mountain of powder. Maybe Seth was telling the truth. . . Summer really didn't know if it was sleeping powder. It could have been spilt salt or sugar. There was only one way to find out. She bent down and put a finger into one of the white mountains. She lightly licked the powder from her finger. All of a sudden, she felt extremely woozy. She lay down on the couch. Man, that's some strong stuff. Okay, that was definitely sleeping powder. Suddenly it dawned on her, of course Anna did this. She set it up, Anna had always wanted Seth, her Cohen, she was a tinkerbell bitch. Summer had seen HeartBreakers. The mom did the exact same thing to Jennifer Love Hewitt. Summer sat straight up, only to be rewarded to a pounding headache. Ouch, this sucks. Seth must have had a killer headache after this bitch-ass powder shit. Summer cursed. She needed to go find Seth, but she had no clue where the hell he was. She sat down and dialed Ryan's cell phone number.

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Ryan and Cindy walked rather briskly to the hotel door Seth was staying that. Ryan rapped on the door twice with his knuckles. Ryan and Cindy stood there patiently, waiting for the door to unlock. For what seemed like an eternity, as Ryan raised his hand to knock again, they heard the sound of the lock being released. A groggy, ruffled Seth answered.

"Hey, Ryan and youuuuu." Seth slurred, almost dropping to the ground.

Ryan ushered both Seth and Cindy into the apartment. Ryan was transfixed by the large and rather stately room, the aura slightly ruined by the many bottles of who-knows-what strewn along the floor. "Seth, do you ever rent a regular hotel room?" Ryan asked.

Cindy hit him on the arm. She couldn't believe he asked that when Seth was in such dire need of care. She ushered Seth onto the large king size bed. Seth lay down and closed his eyes. Cindy felt his forehead and was suddenly alarmed.

"Shit." She muttered. "Ryan! What the hell are you doing?" Cindy angrily asked Ryan who was poking around in the mini-bar fridge.

Ryan turned around, chocolate bar in hand. "What? I was hungry." Ryan shrugged his shoulders.

Cindy rolled her eyes. "I think Seth's really sick. His forehead is really hot."

Ryan walked towards the bed where Seth was laying. Now that Cindy mentioned it, Seth did look really pale.

 "Seth?" Ryan questioned. He nudged Seth's ribcage. When he didn't receive a response, he nudged him again and again. He was about to poke Seth again when Cindy stopped him.

"Ryan, I think that's enough." Cindy sternly reproached.

Just then, Ryan's cell rang. He looked at the ID, "Cohen, Summer – Cell.". Ah the evil bitch. He pressed the green phone button. "Hello?"

"Ry-an." Summer sniffed.

"Summer, get your ass here." Ryan angrily pressed the End Call button. He knew that Seth was really sick because of Summer. He didn't care why, but he didn't know why Summer would demand a divorce when she knew that Seth loved her so much.

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Summer quickly arrived, Marissa in tow. Marissa, not knowing the seriousness of the situation had apparently calmed down about the Ryan and Ava situation. She brightly came in the dim lit room and smiled a dazzling Hollywood smile.

"Guess who's here?" She chirped.

Summer rolled her eyes.

"Marissa, please not now." Ryan said, sort of begging.

Marissa, still in oblivion to the current vegetate state Seth was in, was too happy. Marissa dragged in Luke. The one and only.

Ryan was stunned. "Hey man." He went over to do the manly hand-shake. "Back from Portland."

"Yea, I'm in a band. I'm the singer, I guess it's pretty popular." Luke said, scratching his head.

Marissa squealed. "Luke is so being modest. His album went platinum and he has the number 1 and number 2 spot on the billboard charts."

Ryan stared in awe.

"Ahem. . ." Cindy said.

"Oh, right." Ryan said, introducing Cindy and Luke.

It looked like they hit it off right away.

Marissa then noticed Seth. "Oh my god!" She screamed.

Summer rushed over. He seriously looked like he was dead. "Hey, Cohen. It's me, I forgive you."

Ryan put his hand on Seth's pulse. It was there, just slightly.

"I can't believe you! Seth has really bad alcohol poisoning."

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"What, how did you know that?" Ryan asked astounded.

"I did have that addiction, so my mom sent me to some place to teach all about what happens when you have too much to drink. And this is a perfect example." Marissa said, bustling around, trying to cool Seth's fever down. "Call 911."

"I can't." Summer bemoaned.

Everyone turned to her with their mouths wide open.

Summer continued, "I can't. His company was going to do a big merger, and he can't have a scandal like this ruin it. His reputation would be ruined! The last thing tabloids need is a big business man, one of the richest in the world, having alcohol poisoning. We would go bankrupt and everything he worked so hard for would be gone, I can't do that to him."

"Sum! He's really sick." Marissa told her.

Summer shook her head.

Luke being the smartest tool in the shed made the greatest comment, "Is there a big chance he's going to die?"

Marissa nodded her head.

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A/N: So is Seth going to live? I don't know it would be a really good ending to end it at his funeral. You're just going to have to review.