Sorry for the long delay. I've had college apps and what not to deal with. Another chapter will be up soon, I'm typing up the pages of handwritten story I have. Also, this chapter is kinda R rated with Ryan and Summer thinking. Oops.

Still don't own anything :o(

It was Monday morning, and Summer headed down the familiar streets towards Ryan's apartment.

Summer ended up not only spending the day at the beach with Ella and Ryan, but she came back the day after and the day after. She was having fun, genuine honest fun. Ella was this package of bubbles, sprinkles and energy. Oh and she was quite the fashionista too. How could Summer not adore her?

She decided she would want her kids to be just like Ella.

Not that she's even thinking about kids yet, she's just graduated college and currently unemployed. Her dad offered to call some of his friends to see if they knew anyone in the fashion industry searching for a new marketing manager. She declined that offer pretty quickly. Daddy gave her everything, she didn't need him to give her a job as well.

She decided to drive up to LA that day to talk to some potential employers. That meant not spending the day with Ella or Ryan. Well, at least she could drop by to say hello for a little while.

She really liked being around them.

Being around Ryan.

They never mentioned the kiss, it would have been too awkward. He was a full-time student and an awesome father. He had enough to deal with. He didn't need a romance drama.

She knew that, but she still kind of liked him.

A lot.

It was past the blue eyes and broad shoulders, it was the way he always held the door open for her and the way he laughed when Ella mispronounced words and just the relaxed smile he wore all day long.

But Summer Roberts didn't like guys that she knew she wouldn't go for. And that meant not liking Ryan.

She sighed again, as she parked her car in front of his apartment complex.

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Summer made her way towards the door, wondering how sad Ella would look when she said that Summer wouldn't be abe to spend the day. Vain as it sounded, Summer knew Ella liked her. And Summer loved it. She loved being needed. That's another reason she liked Ryan. He made her feel needed. But she didn't like Ryan like that.

"Dammit Roberts, you don't like him," she reminded herself as she knocked on the apartment door. "You don't. You don't. You don't."

It hadtaken on a chantingrhythim by the time the door knob twisted open.

OH GOD.

Ryan opened the door.And he wore nothing but a towel. A towel! Wet hair stuck to his forehead andlittle droplets of water landed on his chest. Oh my.

"Cut me a pieceof that." Summer's brain screamed.

"Hi," Ryan smiled sheepishly, one hand on the door frame, the other at the base of his hip holding up his towel.

Towel.Naked. Ryan. Hips. Summer's brain continued to ramble on, but luckily her lips wouldn't letter her speak.

"Come in," offered Ryan, noticing Summer's lack of words.

Summer took a step in though it wasn't her plan. She was suppose to say hello and leave. But her conscious thought had apparently flown out the window. Her brain was on repeat: Naked. Ryan. Naked. Ryan. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.

She was so blinded by this overwhelming nueorlogical activity that she just smiled as Ryan left her in the kitchen to go dress up.

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"Oh God. What is Summer doing here?" Ryan wonders to himself for the thousandth time since he opened the door.

Ella had been picked up this morning. Theresa showed up with tired eyes and a box of doughnuts. Their daughter leapt into her mother's arms and talked non-stop about Daddy's new girlfriend until Ryan forcefully stuffed a Krispy Kreme into her mouth. Theresa smiled and winked at him.

Good luck, she mouthed as she guided their daughter out of the apartment.

Thanks, Theresa. Ryan thought sarcastically to himself. Now there's a drop dead gorgreous brunette in my kitchen and I have an appointment with Mr. Kingston in LA in half an hour.

He took a deep breath before moving but finally got himself into dark gray slacks and a black Lacoste shirt. Shaking the last of the water out of his hair, he made his way back to the kitchen.

There, Summere stood leaning against the counter.

God, she was hot. Her skirt today wasn't as short as usual but her legs still looked amazing.

Stop it!! Ryan told himsel. Look for car keys. Hm, Ryan knew something he could do in a car with Summer... Stop! He wasn't a horny, deprived sixteen year old anymore. He had more self control.

"So Sum, what's up?" he asked casually in a tone that said hey we're friends rather than I want to jump your bones.

"Chino, hey," she smiled, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. She had really great hair. "Like, I've got these huge meeting things today. So I can't hang out. With you. And Ella. Acutally, I just stopped by to tell you and Ella that I'm sorry. I know that she's going home -"

"Today," Ryan interjected. "Theresa picked her up this morning. I thought I mentioned it." So Summer was just here to see Ella. Minus 20 points for Ryan's ego.

A blanket of awkwardness shrouded the room. Ryan wondered if he should try to crack a Seth Cohen-esque joke to ease the tension. He opted against that idea. Humor wasn't exactly his strongest suit.

"I've got to go soon. Heading to LA for a meeting with my thesis advisor." he blurted out suddenly.

"LA?" Summer smiled. "No way! That's totally where I'm heading."

"Yeah?" That was something Ryan hadn't expected. Maybe they could do something there. A date. A real date. The prospect sounded interesting and even if it wasn't a date, he wouldn't mind. Spending time with Summer was really fun.

"You know what, Chino?" Summer smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Since we're both heading to LA, I'll give you a ride." She bounded towards the door, leaving Ryan to stare at her rear end.

I'd definitely like to give you a ride. Ryan smirked.

Dammit mind, out of the gutter.