Kathryn got out her Ipod and put on "Such Great Heights" and started singing along.

"You like The Postal Service?"

"Seth, I like everything that you like! Don't you remember?"

"Yeah, of course," Seth smiled mildly at himself. Jackass. How could he forget all the things that they had in common? Their graphic novel obsession, how they both loved Death Cab and sailing. She had completed Enter the Matrix, knew more than he did.

"Hey, isn't that Luke?"

Seth looked round, and noticed Luke and a couple of his buddies – he still hung out with his water-polo friends from high school.

"Yeah, it is. You wanna go hang out with them?"

"Sure! If that's okay..." she looked at Seth questioningly, as if to say, 'Are you ready to let me go?'. Seth wasn't quite sure if he was, but it wasn't as if he could stop her. She was already starting to walk over to Luke.

"Yeah, that's fine!" he called after her, hoping that she wouldn't hear the sarcasm in his voice. He caught up, and they walked over to the guy that had bullied him almost all his school career.

"Hi Luke!" Kathryn gave him a huge hug.

"Hey, man," Seth tried the aloof, cool approach. He just came off as the unaffectionate weirdo. Oh well.

"Kathryn! Seth," he hugged Kathryn back, and nodded to Seth in acknowledgement. Then he turned back to Kathryn. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to be the bridesmaid when Kirsten and Sandy renew their vows! Isn't it exciting?

"Sure is."

Seth could see Luke was eyeing Kathryn up, seeing not what Seth has seen when he had seen her – beauty and grace – but just a hot body. But maybe he was mistaken. He hoped so.

"Hey, Kathryn? I'm going to get a drink. You want anything?...apart from Luke," Seth muttered the last part under his breath, so he could be ready to give the heart-warming, but fake, smiled that always arrived when he was feeling awkward. He had thought, maybe, that things would be different this time. A couple of years back, when he had kissed her, she had kissed him back, only to pull away when she thought of Ryan.

"Sure, Seth! ? You want me to come with?"

That was exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't say that, obviously, so he just contented himself with a shake of his head, and he started to walk away.

"Stones taught me to fly love taught me to lie life taught me to die..."

Kathryn kicked her feet, imagining she was a child again, sitting at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, when her father would take her. She watched little fish swim around her feet, and when they jumped out of the water, the tiny splash that came when they dived back in always wet her jeans a tiny bit, even though she had already rolled them up to stop them getting wet. She felt for a stone, a smooth, flat one, and when she found it, she threw it at the sea, and it skipped along...five, six, seven times, before sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

"So it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball..."

"Very clever."

"Same to you," Summer gestured toward the place where the stone had been.

"So...what are you doing here?"

"Same as you...reminiscing."

"Uh-huh...what about?"

"Marissa."

"Oh," Kathryn said, only after drawing in a deep breath. She had hoped the subject wouldn't come up so quickly. She brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. She didn't know what to say to Summer, but there was no worry, because Summer started to talk anyway.

"I still miss her, you know?" Kathryn figured there was no need for a response – Summer just needed someone to listen. "For months after she died, I kept seeing her everywhere. It was like she was still here. I would lose a skirt, and be like 'Oh yeah, Marissa must have it,' but then I remembered that she didn't, that she wasn't here anymore."

"Do you...do you think about her still?"

"No...no, I don't let myself. Because if I start, then I have to remember calling the ambulance, waiting by her bedside...being told that she was gone. Gone for good," on the last sentence, Summer's voice started to shake, and by the end, she was flat out sobbing.

"I...I don't know. Marissa was special. There won't be another one. When I left after graduation, went back to New York, I thought it would be best. I could get back into my old life, meet with old friends, push everything that happened away. But every night a memory from this place crept back into my head, whether it was Seth, playing video games, or Ryan, always so damn serious, or you, on the day when I first met you in Marissa's car, or...or Marissa, lying in the hospital, or Marissa, screaming at me about Ryan, or Marissa, dealing with everything as it came. I missed it here so much!"

And Summer decided that she might believe her, because for the first time, Kathryn was crying too.

"Hey, Ryan."

"Hey, Summer...have you...have you been crying?"

"Oh, yeah," Summer wiped her eyes before another tear escaped. "I just had the most surreal conversation."

"Really? With who?"

"Kathryn! We just talked...for hours..."

"What about?"

"Marissa. This place. We just kinda reminisced."

"Huh." Ryan paused.

"Did you miss her?"

"Yeah."

"Really?" Summer thought. This was a slightly mean trick she was setting up. "Who? Marissa? Or Kathryn?"

"Both. I couldn't pick between them. They were so different. Marissa was the pretty, good-hearted, girl next door. Kathryn was – is - the unconventionally beautiful, wild, quirky girl who I could be myself with. And then they both were gone. It won't be the same without Marissa – it never could be. She was like the glue that held us all together. It's hard without her. I guess it always will be."

Wow. I never knew Chino could be so sensitive. I guess I was wrong about him. Hmm...he looks hot in this light. Woah. Why am I finding Ryan hot? Maybe I should kiss him. Why? Hey, what harm could it do?

Summer leaned in...what am I doing?...she couldn't help herself. She kissed Ryan. And he kissed her back.

"Ryan! I need to talk to you about..." Kathryn trailed off when she saw the pair, already semi-naked, writhing around on Ryan's bed, too busy to even notice her there. She turned and ran out, slamming the door behind her. She might be invisible, but the door was still capable of making a racket.

She stomped up the stairs and found Seth's bedroom. She kissed him, and then jumped on his bed.

"Come on, Seth," she pushed the words out of her mouth with great force. "Let's have sex."

She stripped down to her black lacy underwear, and lay in a provocative position on his bed.

Seth just stared in amazement. This was a dream come true. Ever since he had met the girl...Damn. He pulled off his shirt and pounced on her.

"Wow..." she moaned softly. This was better than she had imagined. She ran her hand up his back, round his neck, through his hair. "Oh, Seth..." the exhilaration was too much. She got up, dimmed the lights, got a condom from his drawer, and lost her mind in the crazy pleasures of Seth Cohen.