Muahhaha, I bring the plot.

Um…. I'm pretty sure no one would want to know what I think those "47 days" were spent doing, but that's ok. I "might" put it in this story. Thanks for the reviews, I loved them all! See, I'm capable of updating quick! Just don't get to expectant. Hope this chapter meets your expectations.

Disclaimer – I take credit to the balloon blowing machine, and the stack of chairs. Those things don't make themselves up. They rock too! Anything you recognize from the show would be mine if… it wasn't already someone else's.

The Plot Begins

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"Seth, a little help here?"

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"Seth?"

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"Seth, for God sake, your 16 freaking years old. Stop playing with the balloon pumper and help me!"

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"Mr. Cohen, please, your wasting the air. Go help your brother."

Seth grumbled as he went over to help Ryan lift a huge stack of chairs. Together they moved the pile to the other end of the room where the "Art Funding Charity Event" (a.k.a. Another occasion for the adults to get drunk) would take place. Ryan and Seth had been there for 4 hours already, and after enduring Kirsten cough awful cough cooking, were getting quite hungry. Seth, being Seth, decided the best way to get the organizer to notice they were hungry would be to "relinquish his talents in the ways of the balloon blower." Needless to say, the ground was littered with busted bits of balloons. Ryan, being Ryan, asked the person in charge if they could get something to eat.

"Okay everyone, foods here!" All the boys that had shown up to help (in hopes of getting paid big bucks,) abandoned their posts and rushed to the food. Ryan and Seth slowly walked behind the rest, not encouraged by the thoughts of a big paycheck at the end. Kirsten was handing out the money, it was her event, but Ryan and Seth would go unpaid. This was punishment, and it wouldn't be if they had any incentive to perform. Other then the one Kirsten and Sandy were providing.

"Hey, Cohen, you wanna come by my house later?" Summers voice rang out, mischief in her tone.

"Nope, can't. The parental units have got my ass up the wall. Not as bad as dear Ryan here though. He's going his ass up to the window. Or at least the bedroom."

Marissa laughed, appearing out of no where behind Summer. This was not to be unexpected per se; Summer and Marissa were rarely seen without one another. "Oh, I can't wait to hear all about this one," she said, kissing Ryan on the cheek. "What happened this time?"

"Well," Seth started, grabbing plates and passing them out at the end of the food line, "Dad caught Ryan trying to be Spiderman. He was outside my window, on the wall, and so when dad found out, he-"

Seth got a mouthful of Ryan's hand as Ryan attempted to shut Seth's mouth before it spilt too much information. Seth pried it lose then whispered something into Summers ear. "But you can't tell anyone. Except for Marissa, cause then Ryan would kill me. I think he's gonna kill me now, bye!" Seth said, running of in the general direction of the bathroom, leaving Ryan giving his death glare at the disappearing back of Seth. Ryan turned around just in time to see Summers mouth appear from behind her hand, which was attached to Marissa's ear, which was attached to Marissa's head, which was now bobbing up and down in laughter. Ryan shook his head, and headed down the line.

Five minutes later, Seth had still not appeared.

Ten minutes later, Kirsten came by, checking to see how everything was going, glaring at Ryan the whole time.

Fifteen minutes later, Seth had still not appeared.

Twenty minutes later found Ryan moving and setting up table after table.

Twenty-five minutes later found Kirsten breathing down Ryan's neck, inquiring to the whereabouts of Seth.

Thirty minutes later, Seth had still not appeared.

An hour later, Kirsten was rampaging about the charity site, keen on discovering Seth, ready to give another lecture.

A minute later found Kirsten in the boys bathroom, and Seth throwing up his food from lunchtime. She got Ryan and the three of them headed home, the event all set up, scheduled to begin in two hours.

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"Mom, do we have to go?"

"Yes."

"Can't I stay home?"

"No."

"Can't I stay home?"

"No."

"Can I stay home honey?"

Kirsten turned around in, glaring at her husband. Why did he think he could get out of this? No. If she had to go, everyone would be going. Definitely Seth and Ryan, who still had 3 events to go before Kirsten would even consider leaving them at home. And after the stunt Ryan had pulled, Kirsten wasn't sure she even trusted him to stay home.

"But honey, it's at Julie's… can't you just tell her I'm sick? Common… Please?" Sandy pleaded with his wife. "Common…" Sandy said, pulling Kirsten closer, much to the dismay of both Ryan and Seth. "Ya know…" Sandy said, engulfing her small body in a bear hug. "This might be beneficial to the boys. Teach them more of a lesson. Let me stay, please?" he whispered into her ear.

Kirsten thought for a second before sighing, "alright, you can stay…"

"WHOOHOOO!" All three boys shouted. Kirsten glared at Ryan and Seth.

"You two," she said, pointing, "are coming with me."

"What?" Ryan whined.

"Yeh, why do we have to go and dad can stay?" Seth echoed.

"I'm sorry boys, I tried. Every man for himself when you're grounded."

"Sandy!" Kirsten exclaimed.

"It's true!" Sandy told her, hugging her once more. He left the room for the TV, whispering to Seth and Ryan as he passed, "have fun in hell."

The three of them started toward the car, neither sure of what the event they were going to was for.

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The only good thing about the charity event was that there were some people Ryan and Seth's age they could hang out with, who, like both Cohen boys, had been forced to come to this event. On the way there, Kirsten and the boys debated what the theme of this event would be. They went from "Soccer Sadistic Kick-off," (Ryan) to "Newport's Newest Bitch" (Seth, who received a severe telling off from Kirsten) to "Homelessness Event" (Kirsten; everyone considered this dull, even Kirsten) and finally to "Captain Oats' Oasis Funding" (Seth, who received a punch from Ryan, who then received a telling-off from Kirsten). When they arrived at the event, you will be pleased to know it was not any of those, but "Plastic Buttercups Raising" which all of them thought had a hidden meaning.

Nothing exciting happened, until the clock struck 9, and almost everyone was piss drunk, according to Seth, who spent the last 10 minutes being prodded and pinched by 3 Newpsis, all of which were intrigued with his hair. Ryan, who was having too much fun laughing at Seth to help him, noticed Marissa, Summer in tow, walking slowly by the infinity pool.

"Mrs. Halation, how are you today? I was wondering if I could steal Seth for a moment. I have to ask him something about school. Would you mind?" Ryan asked, grabbing Seth by the arm and pulling him without waiting to hear the answer.

"Thank you dude, I think they were getting a little too excited for-"

"Common. Did you know Summer and Marissa were here?"

Seth gave Ryan a blank stare.

"Summer. Marissa. Common, think."

Seth maintained his blank stare.

"Just follow me." Ryan led the way to where he had seen the two girls. When he located them, he grabbed Marissa from behind and whispered into her ear, "You wanna go get a bathroom?"

"Sure," she replied, laughing, allowing Ryan to steer her in the direction of the house, Seth steering Summer the same way.

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Sandy almost fell asleep on the couch watching a movie Kirsten had decided to rent from a local movie store. Why they had rented the movie instead of bought it, Sandy didn't know, and at the moment, he was cursing it. It had to be at the store by 10, and 9 had just come and passed. Hastily grabbing some keys and a nice coat, he decided that after he dropped the DVD off, he would drop by the party and surprise Kirsten.

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5 bathrooms and only one of them was free. It was one of the bigger ones, and the four fit in easily enough. They had room to maneuver, and it was a good thing too. Ryan and Marissa claimed the bathtub, while Summer and Seth went from the toilet, to the sink, to the toilet, to floor, and so on.

Marissa had managed to steal a bottle of Vodka, and at first it had started as a friendly chat from the prying eyes of Newpsis, but soon turned into an all out make-out fest. It was about to turn into an all out lets-have-sex-the-best-we-can fest, but Kirsten and Sandy arrived before negotiations regarding privacy could begin.

"Uh…" Kirsten said, as she spotted Ryan tangled with Marissa on the bottom of the bathtub and Seth on the floor with Summer. An empty bottle of Vodka was being rolled around the floor by Seth's body.

Sandy shoved himself into the bathroom behind her, saying, "Where've you guys been? We've been looking for you everywhere!" He caught a glimpse of Ryan's shoe coming up from under the railing. "Um…"

Ryan, who was getting his face shoved repeatedly into the bathtub while Marissa was trying to get up, managed to say hello. Seth hauled Summer to a quick standing position, cowering beneath his parent's eyes.

Kirsten glared at both of them. "Car. Now." She stormed out of the room, leaving Sandy to escort them to the car.

The ride home was uneventful, if anything it was as tense as history's Cuban Missile Crisis. Ryan and Seth were sent to their respective rooms, Ryan into Sandy and Kirsten's room, both boys with promises of house arrest.

It was midnight when Kirsten and Sandy entered the room and Ryan faked sleep. They'd been on the phone to someone, and while Ryan eavesdropped on his parents, he concluded Aunt Hailey would be coming to visit.

Ryan grinned. He liked Hailey, and they always managed to have fun…or get in trouble.

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And there you have it folks. Please Please PLEASE drop a review! And see, it only took me a little while to update  Muahhaha. I've got to go now, I think my dogs eating the wall… at least I hope that's what those sounds are from…. O.O….