WOW, sorry about the wait and the threat of cutting off my story. I have decided to continue with the plan and not stop writing until the next season starts. There are so many things that still need to happen before my story ends! So I am happy to say it wont be for a while!

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Chapter 14 - Know That I Lov...

The sun sawn through the large windows in the Cohen's, now unoccupied pool house. No one had stepped into this room since the loss of their family member, Ryan. And as ironic as life can be, Ryan was the first to step into the place that had derailed so many lives by his absents.

"The sheets are over in that cupboard, bottom shelf," Ryan said, remembering the happiness that had once reminisced this room. From the first night he had spent here. It felt like yesterday, the party, the fight, the punches to the head, the kicks to his stomach, good times. Seth had said he would always have his back, said it more then once, but he never did. With Oliver, and now this, he was never there for him. But he was still the best friend he had ever had.

Theresa bent down and opened the cupboard, to find the sheets right where Ryan had said they would be. With a smile, she reached in and picked up the softest sheets she had ever felt. Standing up she lobbed the sheets in Ryan's direction.

"It's your bed, you make it."

Ryan laughed as the sheets, Theresa had attempted to throw at him hit the floor still five meters away from him.

"Shut up!" Theresa said, giving a dim smile, "Hey, I'm pregnant."

"You never did have a good arm."

Theresa walked over to the sheets, picking them up from the floor and chucking them at Ryan as hard as she could.

"Just make the bed," Theresa said with a smile.

"I guess I could."

"You always were one easy boy to be whipped."

Ryan cleared his throat, "Boy, try man."

Silence filled the room for a second. This was Theresa's chance to try to get Ryan to open up to her. He would barely speak to her when he came home at night, usually very late, and had to leave early in the mornings. He never stopped working, in fact this was the most relaxed she had ever seen Ryan since...well...he left this perfect world, to go back to his old, gang, drug and gun filled one.

"How's work," Theresa asked, breaking the silence.

"It's fine," he said, shrugging it off immediately.

"You never were one to talk Ryan Atwood."

Ryan flipped the sheets, that rested in his hands, which soared through the air, unraveling themselves and loosely falling into place, awaiting to be tucked in. Ryan on one side, Theresa on the other, they each grabbed one of the top corners and pulled it over the bed.

"So how are things with Marissa?"

"I don't know," Ryan said as he sat on the bed, after they both pulled the sheet over the bottom corners.

Theresa sat down beside him, leaving little space between her and Ryan. She inched closer, her face slowly began to move closer. Ryan's warm breath on her face, Her lips touched softly on Ryan's. Their lips only met for a second, because through the door Sandy emerged, drawing their attention away from what they had just done. Or rather what Theresa had just done to Ryan.

"So much for just friends," Sandy said, no laughter in his voice, just anger.

"Sandy," Ryan cried, as he saw Sandy turn away from the two teens and walk through the pool house doors, a disappointed look on his face.

Suddenly anger filled Ryan. "What the hell are you doing!"

"I...Just."

"I told you no!" Ryan's voice growing louder, "I don't want this, I am in love with someone else, you need to understand!"

Theresa stood as Ryan's voice grew in volume.

Ryan, who stood up at the same time as Theresa, moved his arm up to scratch his head, when he did so Theresa cried.

"Please don't hit me!"

Ryan's anger immediately faded.

"Theresa, I would never hit you, ever, no matter what you did."

She fell onto the bed in a sitting position, embarrassed and in tears and was soon joined by Ryan, who wrapped his arm around her, attempting to comfort.

"Theresa, you need to know that you're safe with me," Ryan continued in a soft voice, "But we can't be together, it just doesn't work...for me. I'll always be there for you and the baby, as a father or as a friend, but never anything more.

"Alright, I get it," Theresa finally giving up on the one she loved. "You better go talk to Sandy."

"I will."

"Are we...Ok?" Theresa said with a truly frightened face.

Ryan spoke again, looking straight into Theresa's eyes. There weren't many times in Ryan's life when he had to reassure someone, so he wasn't well prepared, but quoting words he had once heard from the man he most admired, Sandy, he spoke.

"We'll get through this."

Seth took a deep breath before reaching into his pocket, pulling out his second quarter and slipping it into the coin slot.

He hated what he had just done to Ryan, his only true friend in life, he wished he had handled it differently, he did understand why he had to leave, he just wished so much that... there friendship would have been number one over anything, even Theresa.

"Please dial the number," The phone rang out into Seth's ear.

So he did.

Summer's short walk had really cleared her head, which was a big relief because she couldn't remember the last time she didn't have any worries. With Seth gone all her time was spent on missing him. She new Seth leaving was disguised as a blessing, testing their love, that was a good way of thinking of it, Summer thought, as her phone began to ring. It had to be him, so much for her clear head.

"Hello," She spoke softly into the phone, praying to hear Seth's voice.

"Hi."

"Cohen!" Summer instantly changing her voice from soft, to angry, to excited.

"Angry?' Seth said uncomfortably.

"Yep, It's going to take a big gift to fix this error."

"Well, I'll pick you some flowers.'

"I like the purple ones," Summer laughed, truly content with just hearing Seth's voice.

Zak and his very, very drunk friends walked out of that local bar, wasted out of their minds.

"So Youuuuu gonna kick the shhhit out of that kid dude...who was with your !"

", I'm going to do worse then that," Zak said and flashed his friend the sharp blade of the knife.

"So where are you?"

"At one of my many supply stops."

"When are you coming home?"

"I don't know?" Seth said to Summer.

"Come home."

God, she was starting to sound like Ryan, Seth thought to himself.

A tear ran down Summer's cheek. "I miss you."

Seth turned away from the door of the hotel, holding back a tear, If only Ryan had said that too him.

"I'm going to gut the kid," Zak laughed, followed by his drunken friends.

Zak and his small gang stumbled across the street and looked through a window.

"The dumb ass... is on the phone!"

Seth faced away from the door, leaving himself fully exposed to an attack from behind.

"Letttsss do it boysss!" Zak yelled, pulling the knife out of its holster.

"Did you get the note I left for you?" Seth asked, his nerves shaking.

"I did," Summer said with a bright smile.

Seth took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself, "Then...You Know That I Lov..."

Seth froze as he heard a click. Had she hung up? Emptiness filled the receiver.

Seth turned to hang up the phone, and was meet by Zak, who had his finger on the button that had ended his conversation with Summer, a knife resting in his hand.

In slow motion, Sarah began running towards him, seeing the blade in Zak's hand. Seth blinked twice as he saw Zak thrusting the knife towards him.

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