A few days had gone by and the teenagers were getting very used to having the house to themselves; actually Seth and Summer had the house to themselves since Ryan and Marissa rarely left the pool house. Seth and Summer were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch when Ryan and Marissa walked in the back door.

Seth: They're alive.

Both Ryan and Marissa shot a look at Seth, which just made him laugh. Ryan made his way towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for Marissa and a coke for himself.

Ryan: Hey Seth, where are the keys to the Rover?

Seth: They're on the –

Marissa: (Interrupting) Where are you going?

Seth: Wasn't I talking?

Ryan: I just have a quick errand to run…I won't be gone long.

Marissa: Do you want me to come?

Ryan: No, it's okay, you stay here.

Marissa agreed, but didn't seem too thrilled about it.

Ryan: So Seth, where are those keys?

Seth: On the table by the front door.

Ryan: I'll be right back.

Ryan leaned in and gave Marissa a quick kiss before exiting the kitchen and heading out the house. Marissa joined Seth and Summer at the table and tried not to think about where Ryan was going.

Summer: So what are your plans today Coop?

Summer got no response from Marissa who was too deep in thought to hear her friend.

Summer: Coop!

Marissa: What? …Sorry…

Summer: Are you doing anything today?

Marissa: Ryan and I are going out to dinner tonight.

Summer: Cool.

Summer and Seth continued eating their lunch, and by the time they had finished Ryan had arrived back at the house and walked into the kitchen.

Marissa: That was quick.

Ryan: I told you I'd be right back.

It was late into the afternoon and Marissa had given up trying to figure out where Ryan had gone earlier in the day. The two were now sitting in the pool house.

Marissa: So where are we going to dinner?

Ryan: I was thinking the beach.

Marissa: The beach?

Ryan: Yeah…a beach picnic.

Marissa: (Smiling) Sounds good.

Ryan: Good…now I have to cook.

Ryan walked into the kitchen with Marissa following close behind. Ryan made his way to the fridge and pulled out everything he needed.

Marissa: What are you making?

Ryan: My specialty.

Ryan and Marissa sat on a blanket sprawled out on one of the many sandy beaches of Newport. The waves were crashing down on the sand and stars, despite the pollution and city lights, seemed to be shining brighter than usual. The two had finished their dinner and Marissa was sitting between Ryan's legs leaning back into him.

Marissa: I must say…you do make the best grilled cheese sandwich ever.

Ryan: (Laughing) That's why it's called my specialty.

Marissa: This reminds me of Tahiti…it's almost like we have this whole beach to ourselves.

Ryan: I can't say that I mind.

Marissa turned her head and looked up at Ryan.

Marissa: Me either.