A/N: I am pretty satisfied with this chapter. I hope you like it to

Chapter 3 – The Return of the Lost Son

5 years later

He jumped off the boat and landed on the bridge. It was in the middle of the night and he took a look at the small boat he had. The Summer Breeze. He hadn't used it very much. He took it to a harbour some miles away and left it there. He bough a car and drove around. He stopped in some places longer than others. Worked to get some money and then continued to drive. Didn't do much really. Just drove around. Worked and when it became night he took the nearest motel and checked in. He had no time for girls. One reason was because he didn't stay long enough anywhere to get to know anyone. But the main reason was that he couldn't stop thinking about Summer. The girl he left behind. He many times wondered if it was the right thing to do. Sometimes he regrets it but sometimes he doesn't. But now he was back. He was a back on the pier he left 5 years ago. Seth Cohen was back In Orange County.

Ryan woke up in the middle of the night.

"What is it honey? Is something wrong?"

Marissa looked at him. They had been married for 2 years now. When he got back from Chino it was only a matter of time before they dated again. And when they had been dating for a long time Ryan took the sep and proposed to her. She had never been so happy before. It was a pretty small wedding with only family and their closest friends. Summer of course was the bridesmaid. They took care of Trisha together. She knew that Marissa wasn't her real mother but she wanted her to be and therefore she treated her as her real mother. They lived happy in a big house built by Ryan who now was a successful architect in the Newport Group.

"No I just had a strange dream. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep."

She laid back and started snoring pretty soon. Ryan got up and went down in the kitchen. Took a bagel and some coffee.

Seth walked up the driveway to the Cohen residence. I wonder how they are going to take this he thought. They should be happy I'm back. Or if mom hasn't changed she's going to ground me for 10 years and have me living on water and bread. He knocked lightly on the door and saw the light turning on inside.

"Who is it?" He heard his father shouting. And then the door opened.

"Hi dad!"

Sandy has never been so shocked in his entire life. Was it really he? Was his son Seth Ezekiel Cohen really standing in front of him? It seemed to be true.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Sandy just realized he just stood their looking at him

"Thank god you are finally home" He hugged his son harder than ever before.

"Kirsten! I think you would want to come down here"

"What is it now? Is school kids up this early selling cookies or is it…" She stopped when she saw the open door. "Seth! Is it really you? How? When?"

"Mom I will tell you all about it but could I please come in because it is a freaking cold night."

They went inside and sat down in the kitchen. No one said anything.

"Aren't you gonna yell at me for leaving and ground me?" Seth broke the silence.

"We are just really glad you are finally home. Hard to be angry with you. You did what you had to do." His father really understood and he turned to his mother.

"At first I was really angry at you…but I understand it was really hard for you. But you could have at least called sometime and told us you were all right. For all we know you could have been dead for sometime now."

"Yeah… Sorry about that. I was going to send a card or call but then time went away and I thought it had gone to long. Really sorry about that"

"It's okay. As long as you don't do something as stupid as that again. But where have you been all this time? You can't have lived on your boat for 5 years."

So Seth took a deep breath and began to tell the story about his so called "sailing trip". And it was a pretty long story.

When he was ready he sighed and started a new subject.

"So what's up in Newport these days? All normal?" And of course "Have you been talking to Ryan lately?"

"Newport is almost as same as you left. Party every weekend. Rich people in the magazine. You know the drill. Ryan actually lives in Newport. Teresa left him with the baby and wrote a note to him telling him to take care of her, so he came back after about one year. He is an architect in the Newport Group and he lives in a big house he built for his family"

"Wait a minute! Family?"

"Oh right! You don't know that. He married Marissa 2 years ago and they're taking care of the girl together. They live some blocks from here. You should go see them tomorrow."

"Married? With Marissa? Wow that I didn't know. But good for them I guess. Erhm..." Seth lowered his voice. "How about Summer? Does she still live her? How did she take it when I left?"

"She was really sad and angry at you and I understand her" Kirsten looked seriously at him. "She didn't leave her room for weeks I think. But then she got out and she started to meet people again. She came here pretty often to talk to us about you. She really loved you, you know. But after some years she tried to forget and started to date people. She still lives in her old house. Her dad gave it to her. She works as a designer now."

"Okay. Do you think she still hates me for leaving?"

"I didn't say she hated you for leaving"

"No I'm sure she will be happy to see me and we're probably married tomorrow" He looked sarcastically at her.

"I don't think she hates you. But you are probably not the person she wants to see most in the whole world. But you should go see her. You should have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah I'm not so sure about that. But maybe you're right. But now I'm really tired, can I sleep here tonight?"

"Of course. We still have a bed in your old room."

"Okay. I will see you tomorrow then. Oh and don't tell anybody I'm home. I want to do it myself. Good Night"

"Good night son"

They just sat in the kitchen smiling at each other. He was finally home. They had wished for this for so long and now their wish had come true. Both of their sons were home in Newport again. And hopefully they would never leave them again.