Hello again. I hope this chapter is okay. Some of it is a little cheesy, but that can be good sometimes. Eventually the drama has to wear of, right? Oh, and just to clarify, I made up the whole 'wallet check' shtick. Well, I don't know, as I'm not a guy. It might be true, though. So don't get offended or anything, cause without it, this chapter wouldn't really exist.

Seth woke up to that crap TV show, 'The Valley,' blaring in the back round. He had always wondered why Summer loved it so. It always seemed a little too…unrealistic. Not that any of them could say that, as they lived in Newport Beach, where daily life followed the same plotlines as his mother's favorite soap operas. He didn't mind, though, as the people on those shows had an awful lot of sex.

"Seth," Summer whined, "aren't you going to watch it with me?" Summer actually thought he liked that junk. He pretended to still be asleep. "Seth," she said again. Seth felt Summer move one of her hands from his chest, but he wasn't sure where Summer replaced it. And then he was.

"Okay!" Seth shot up, his voice cracking. "Yeah, hands off," Seth said groggily, removing Summer's death grip from his thigh. "Just a little early for that," he mumbled, getting up to pour himself some coffee. But he had forgotten that this was Summer's house. "Sum, where's the coffee?" He asked nervously, his eyes shifting. He needed his morning coffee.

"What's the matter, baby?" Summer walked to him and put her arms around his neck, swaying lightly. "Aren't I enough of a burst of morning sunshine for you!" She giggled, seeming unusually enthusiastic.

"You are, my pet," Seth started, holding on to her hips, "it's just…. morning? It is morning, isn't it?" He nodded, pleased with himself.

"Call me your pet again," Summer fake-pouted, pressing her nose into Seth's chest.

"Well, my pet, we've won the bet!" Seth grinned, then waltzed with Summer around the kitchen, dipping her by the sink.

"How do we know?" Summer asked, spoiling the fun.

"We…uh," Seth frowned, then paused. "The wallet check!" He grinned again. Summer only raised her eyebrows. "Hello? We check his wallet." Another blank stare. "For condoms," Seth sighed, losing patience. "If he has one, they didn't do it. If he doesn't have one, they did do it."

"Well, what if they didn't sleep together, but Ryan didn't have a condom?" Summer raised her eyebrows again, thinking she had won this one.

"Guys always have condoms." After Summer rolled her eyes at him, Seth pulled out his own wallet for inspection. "See," he said, showing Summer his.

"Yeah, but you thought you'd be gettin' some," Summer smirked, pulling Seth close to her again.

"And yet I didn't." Set retorted, kissing Summer softly.

Marissa groaned and rubbed Ryan's stomach, signaling that it was morning. His response was also in the form of a groan, and he turned his head to Marissa's hair.

"Time to get up, Ry," Marissa said hoarsely. "'s morning. Gotta go home." She kissed his jaw and sat up, smoothing her fingers down Ryan's strong arm and entwining them in his.

"Coffee…." Ryan mumbled, turning on to his stomach.

"There isn't any in the car," Marissa laughed lightly.

"Right. Car." Ryan didn't move. He, like Seth, needed his morning cup of coffee.

"Come on, baby," Marissa crooned. She leaned on her elbow and put her other hand under Ryan's shirt. "Please," she whispered, rubbing Ryan's toned back and shoulders. Now he really wasn't going to move. Marissa sighed. "I promise I'll give you another massage when we get home?" She suggested. Ryan nodded, but didn't get up.

Marissa grinned at her newest idea. "Oh my god," she said dramatically, "it's the cops!" Ryan immediately lifted himself up with his arms, hitting his head on the roof of the car. He looked around, to the water, the sand, but no cops. Ryan then put all of his attention on Marissa. "Oops," she grinned. "Gone now." She shrugged and hopped out of the open trunk. "Now, get in, we've gotta get going."

"You get the car started," Ryan said, staring at the ocean, "I've gotta do something. It'll only take a second." Marissa nodded and got in.

Ryan walked down to the edge of the water and breathed in. It felt good. Really good. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his battered wallet. He opened it and removed the unopened condom. 'Got plenty more,' he thought, and hurled it into the sea, watching the waves push the litter away. Seth would never know. He didn't need to know. And besides, he had to keep his image. If Seth knew how much he really loved Marissa, that would really screw things up. And Seth might feel bad, too. All he and Summerever did was have sex. And the best part was that the moron only bet him fifty bucks!

"Ryan!" Marissa called from behind him, and he got in the car. As Ryan buckled his seatbelt, Marissa smiled lightly and said, "Ryan, I had a really nice time last night. And I never knew you knew so much about astronomy!" She giggled.

"Yeah. I had fun, too." Ryan took her hand in his.

"Can we do it again some time?"

"Anytime." Ryan looked into her eyes and kissed Marissa sweetly, holding her hand tighter. "So, when do I get that back rub, again?"

Aww. Okay, so who saw all that coming? (A few raise their hands.) Cheaters, all of you! You're not supposed to read the end first! Okay, okay, so maybe I do it too, sometimes. At least I admitted it. But seriously, is this the end? Oh, god, don't let it be the end! Please, no! I suppose it is up to ya'll. If you want me to continue from here, I'm sure I can work in that promised back rub. Which brings me to a lighter point: I think about these things really hard before I put them up, and I go through the scenes in my head. It takes me about an hour to read a really good fanfic, cause I have the show playing in my head. And now I have the phrase 'rubbing Ryan's toned back and shoulders' permanently embedded in my mind. A girl can't complain. Please review, and tell me what to do next!

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