: Hi, I'm really surprised at all the positive feedback from the first chapter…thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm glad you enjoyed. It was originally a one-parter (I forgot to mention that in the first chapter) but I have decided to continue it. I don't know how many chapters it will be…probably not too many, because how long can one night last? Lol. Okay, hope you like this chapter.:

:Also, thanks to Silver Dog Demon for reminding me of the street hockey. Hope it lives up to your expectations -winks:

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"Ryan."

"Stop."

"Ryan."

"Stop."

"Ryan," Seth calls idly, continuing to throw marshmallows at him.

"Seth!" Ryan hollers, raising his hands in defense.

"Just catch one in your mouth and I'll stop. Scout's honor," Seth replies, grinning at Summer.

"Fine." Seth tosses one toward Ryan, who catches it swiftly in his mouth. Ryan shouts triumphantly. Marissa and Summer, sprawled lazily on a checkered blanket, giggle.

"I'm bored," Summer complains, crawling over to Seth and resting her head on his shoulder.

"We could play hockey," Ryan says, randomly, gesturing towards a single hockey stick in the corner of the room.

"Hockey? Ew."

"I'm up for it," Marissa states, standing up and brushing the blanket remnants clinging to her jeans.

"I'm all about the sports," Seth concurs. Summer scoffs, but gives in.

"The uniforms better be cute."

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"Wow. That's hot, Summer." Seth looks at her, drowning in an oversized jersey, her face covered with a hockey mask.

"Shut up. Was that a Paris Hilton reference?" Summer wonders, removing the mask.

"I do enjoy the Simple Life. And I was being serious. The skates and the mask are really turning me on."

"Trouser it, Cohen! Until later at least…" Summer leers, while Marissa and Ryan wear looks of repulsion.

"Right. So, what are the teams? Girls against guys?" Marissa asks, quickly changing the subject.

"Sounds good. I can't wait to kick Cohen's butt," Summer says eagerly, standing at Marissa's side.

"I think you meant spank, not kick," Seth answers suggestively. Summer hits him playfully on the stomach.

"All this innuendo is placing really horrific images in my head. Can we start?" Ryan requests, uneasily skating toward Seth over the smooth, slick floors. He drops the puck on the floor and guides it in circles with his hockey stick.

"What about the allotted strategizing time period? What happened to that, you guys?" Seth glowers. "I'm going to need a moment with Ryan." The girls shrug and slowly skate to the other end of the hallway.

"Do you have a plan?" Ryan inquires, leaning against the railing.

"Of course I have a plan. Okay, first, I'll do a Switch Up 360, then you pass it back to me. That's a Pass Back Trashcan Puck Sequence. Next, we have a Down the Hall Goal Smashing Move, and a Stealth Captain Oats Lay-up. Get it? Got it? Good."

"I have absolutely no idea what you just said. That's not unusual, but I'm still confused."

"That's because I just made it up. GO TEAM!" Seth slaps his hand over Ryan's and pats him several times on the back. He shouts across the long hallway, "Summer, Marissa, we're ready for you. Ready for you to lose! BURN!" The girls glare at Seth.

"Let's just get this over with," Summer sighs, taking a hockey stance. "1, 2, 3, go!" Marissa hastily steps in the goal area, as does Ryan on the opposite side. Seth gets control of the puck and hits it intensely towards Ryan. The puck strikes Ryan in the stomach, and he falls backwards into the goal.

"Ryan! Are you okay?" Marissa exclaims with concern, hovering over him. Seth and Summer rush over.

"Ryan! Buddy! Speak to me!" Seth falls to his knees and tugs on Ryan's jersey.

"Wrong…goal…idiot," Ryan breathes softly, slowly sitting up. He smacks Seth upside the head. Summer bursts into a fit of laughter and lies on the floor.

"I think we win by default. A member of the other team is mentally unstable," Summer chokes out between giggles.

"Maybe we should go to bed," Marissa suggests. "I think we all could use a little sleep…"

"So obviously, I'm tenting with Summer," Seth declares.

"Tenting? That's not even a word!" Summer smirks.

"Well, I was going to say rooming but we're sleeping in tents, are we not?"

"Whatever, Cohen."

"That leaves Ryan with Marissa. Sorry, we only have two tents," Seth says apologetically, while simultaneously winking.

"It's not like we haven't slept together before," Ryan attempts, "I mean, not slept together, but in the same bed, the same room, like in Mexico, and…"

"Ryan, it's okay. We got it," Marissa nods, blushing.

"Vamos!" Summer says.

"Do you have to say that every time we leave?"

"Yes, Cohen, I do."