Summary: Seth, Ryan, Summer, Marissa. A night at the mall. Oh, the possibilities. Based on preview for the next new episode.

Disclaimer- Do not own OC or characters.

A/N- I am writing this out of boredom, and extreme hunger (participating in 30 hour famine, don't ask). So if it is excruciatingly bad/boring, forgive me.

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"If I could have dreamed of being stuck anywhere for a night, it would definitely be in the mall," Summer nods, taking a seat next to Seth in an enormous, fuzzy, pink chair.

"What about on a remote island in the middle of the Atlantic with me?" Seth asks, lacing his fingers in Summer's.

"Uh, yeah, except where would I go shopping?" Seth rolls his eyes and waves to Marissa and Ryan as they enter the boutique.

"You guys, you guys, over here! Come sit," Seth calls, patting an empty spot on the chair with his hand. "This is just like a slumber party…in a ginormous mall."

"I think we should split up, cover all the territory," Ryan begins, brushing his sandy hair off his forehead.

"Ryan's right. Summer and I will take this floor, you two go upstairs," Marissa agrees.

"Well, what are you waiting for! Vamos!" Summer demands, grabbing Marissa's hand and hurrying out the door.

"This is going to be just like Mission Impossible! Ryan, I'm going to need a gun, a black jacket, and Tom Cruise. Go, go!" Seth yells excitedly.

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"This small vent is very…small and vent-like."

"Wow, really Seth?" Ryan replies sarcastically, crawling slowly across the thick metal.

"You know I'm claustrophobic! Must I remind you of the incident in your pool house? On New Years? The paper bag?" Seth raises his eyebrows and stops in the tunnel.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Why are we even in a vent? This was your idea!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I want to spy on Summer and Marissa. I've only been dreaming of it…forever."

"No, you haven't. They aren't going to be naked, you know," Ryan replies, shaking his head and inching toward Seth.

"Shh! I think I can hear them!" Seth presses his ear to the small opening and breathes quietly.

"Mine...Seth...you...mom..." Seth hears Summer say, only catching snippets of the conversation.

"Holy Moses, Summer is pregnant with Marissa's baby!" he shouts, eyes wide. Ryan jumps in surprise and covers his ears.

"Echo, Seth, echo!" Ryan reminds him of the close quarters and Seth smiles apologetically. "And I don't think Summer is pregnant with Marissa's baby."

"Whatever, man, that's what I heard." Seth continues crawling until his knee caves through the opening. "Oh, crap! Oh, crap!"

"Seth!" Ryan shouts, and grabs the back of Seth's jeans. Seth regains composure.

"Dude, your hand is on my butt."

"I was concerned for your safety."

"Well, I'm fine, so kindly move your hand to a part of my body that would not be considered groping."

"Right."

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"Where have you been?" Summer inquires as the boys walk into the Otto's Outdoors shop, both looking rather guilty.

"You know, out, exploring, shoplifting gifts for my lady," Seth explains, draping an arm across her shoulder.

"You shoplifted for me? How sweet, Cohen." Summer motions toward her heart and smiles.

"Well, what have you two been up to?" Ryan asks suspiciously, eyeing Marissa and Summer.

"We were thinking of having a campout. Tents, s'mores, fire, wild animals." Marissa contributes, pointing to the camping materials sprawled across the floor.

"We don't need wild animals, Mariss, we have Cohen!" Summer smirks, as Seth pouts. She turns to face him. "Are you going to help me pitch the tent, or what? What I am saying, you can't even make your own bed!"

"Hey, yes I can, my mommy just likes to. And I used to be a Boy Scout, for your information. A very good one, in fact. Until I was kicked out for knitting with the den mothers instead of learning how to use a pocket knife."

"Figures," Summer shrugs, gathering the tent and poles. Seth looks up.

"Marissa, where did Ryan go?"

"Oh, I told him to go find some music, a stereo, cds," she replies, pulling her honey hair into a quick bun.

"You let Ryan get the music? Marissa! He likes Journey! Journey!" Seth yells deafeningly.

"Whoa there, Captain Spaz," Summer says, patting Seth on the leg.

"Look what I found," Marissa grins, clutching a large bag of big marshmallows in each hand.

"Fluffy puffies! Yessssss!" Seth declares, raising a fist in the air.

"You are such a dork. 'Fluffy puffies'? Remind me why I like you, again." Summer glares at Seth, trying to contain her laughter. He kisses her sweetly on the lips and reveals his dimples. She resigns, "Fine."

"I have an idea. One of us throws marshmallows at the other people, who try to catch them with their mouths," Marissa says expectantly. Seth and Summer look at each other. They shrug in agreement. Marissa quickly throws a marshmallow at Seth.

"Gahhh, you hit me in the eye! I'm blind with gooey, marshmallow goodness!" Summer straddles him and examines his eyes with her small fingers.

"You're fine, you big baby. Marissa!" Summer calls, and Marissa responds by throwing one at Summer, who easily catches it in her mouth.

"Well, you have a big mouth," Seth jests, poking her in the rib. Ryan enters the store, with fists full of cds.

"I brought Journey…" Ryan teases, cocking an eyebrow at Seth.

"And I brought cyanide. So we're good."

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"Where do you think they're hiding? I bet they're in the girl's bathroom, because they know we can't go in there. Those are clever girls, Ryan, I'm telling you."

"Whose idea was it to play hide-and-go-seek, again?"

"Yeah, yeah okay, we should have gone with your suggestion. 'Ooh, I'm Ryan, and I'd like to brood in the dark while listening to Journey because my girlfriend left me to go to Chicago with her mom.' That sounds like fun for everyone, now doesn't it?" Seth quips sardonically, pointing a flashlight down the dim stairs.

" 'Ooh, I'm Seth, and I just got the love of my life back after acting like a pathetic loner and listening to Boyz II Men for months'," Ryan replies, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"We're going to have to work on those comebacks. I look stealthy, right, Ryan? With the turtleneck, and the hat?"

"You look like you raided a creepy axe murderer's closet, so if that's the look you were going for, then yes."

"Close enough," Seth retorts, weaving in and out of the aisles in the nearest clothing store. "We're never going to find them."

Meanwhile….

"They are never going to see this coming, Coop!" Summer squeals eagerly, tightening her grip on Marissa's arm. Her eyes gleam with anticipation.

"Wow, you are really getting into this, Sum." Marissa looks hesitantly at her attire: a baggy black shirt, matching pants, and a rubber monster mask with a machete protruding its head. "Don't you think this is a little…6th grade?"

"Coop!" Summer frowns, blowing stray hairs away from her eyes. "They are going to be so scared, trust me. Well, Cohen will be, at least. I can't wait to hear him scream like a little girl!"

Back to the boys…

Seth creeps on his tiptoes through the silent hallways, Ryan following closely behind. "I think they're nearby," Seth whispers, clawing at Ryan's sleeve.

"How can you tell?"

"I can feel Summer's presence."

"You have been without her for way too long," Ryan exhales. "Is there a particular reason that we are playing in the dark?"

"So when I find Summer and Marissa, I can point the flashlight in their faces and say 'I found you!' and laugh wickedly." Ryan pulls away, and gives Seth a look. "Wait, I saw something move. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's- Ahhh!" Seth screams, as Summer and Marissa jump out from around the corner, faces covered with cheap Halloween masks.

"Just like a little girl!" Summer exclaims proudly, taking off her mask and kissing a shocked Seth on the cheek. Marissa reveals herself and smiles at Ryan, who doesn't look a bit disturbed.

"This has been a good night," Seth recovers, wrapping one arm around Summer, one around Marissa. "My little Summer has become a master conspirator, it seems."

"I learn from the best," Summer admits. Ryan joins the group, draping his arm around Marissa.

"Are there any marshmallows left, because I would really like to see Ryan catch a few in his mouth," Seth nods.

"No, no, no," Ryan resists, laughing, as the four amble contently through the mall.