I am so, so, so, sorry that I took me over two months to update this story. This is a short chapter, but I finally think I know where I am going with this story. Thanks so much for the many reviews… please continue giving me my much needed feedback. I hope I will be able to update a lot sooner now. Hope you like it, I know you have been waiting very patiently for it.

The weekend had finally arrived, not that Ryan was that stoked about it anyway. Since Sandy made it clear, that he was not allowed to go to the bomb fire and all his friends would be at the bomb fire, he had nothing to do and no one to hang out with. Except… he thought… Seth.

Ryan trudged up the stairs jumping every two. When he finally reached Seth's room, he knocked and did not go in until Seth answered, "It's Open" and the moment Ryan stepped in, he began to regret it.

"Well, it wasn't open for you." Seth said coldly turning around quickly in his computer chair to catch a glance at Ryan and then turning back and concentrating on the monitor.

"Right, okay, you're mad at me, and you have a reason to be mad at me, but can we just forget about everything for a night? And just have Seth-Ryan time, like old times, ya know?" Ryan asked almost pleading, "A little Playstation, a little comic book reading, hey, I am even up for some Jenga."

"You're only doing this because dad won't let you go to that bomb fire with your friends." Seth answered distantly as he kept his eyes glued on the comic book website he was checking out.

"No, I am doing this because we don't hang out anymore, let alone hold a conversion, c'mon Seth, you can't pass up this offer."

"You're not much of a "conversion holder" Ryan," Seth said sarcastically as he finally turned off the monitor and headed to the door, "and I already have plans with my friends, but I will see what I can do next weekend, I might be able to squeeze you in." and with that Seth walked out of his bedroom, grinning from ear to ear, he knew he had hurt Ryan, but it was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.

Ryan sat on Seth's bed deflated. I guess I deserved that he thought. Where was Lorraine? He really was up for a game of Jenga and she was his last option, before Captains Oats of course.

Since Lorraine was grounded and could not do much more than play board games with her older brother all night, she clearly didn't refuse Ryan's offer. They actually enjoyed themselves, although neither one of them would ever admit it. I mean, why all their friends sat wasted on the beach, they were sitting at the kitchen table playing scrabble and drinking cokes and nothing else.

Even Seth had more of a life than them at the moment, which was an ultimate first. After an hour of hanging out with Wilson, Evan and Grant and watching them smoke, Seth finally gave in. He needed to unwind and that is exactly what they had kept telling Seth it would do, help him unwind. Seth was higher than a kite after a couple of hits. He couldn't handle alcohol very well, and he was handling the marijuana even worse. His eyes were way beyond blood shot, if his life depended on walking a straight line, well, he wouldn't have a life, he didn't stop complaining about having the munchies, and begging them to head to a store for some chips, or basically anything edible. Two hours later and a couple more hits taken by Seth, and his newly made friends, couldn't take it anymore, well more like Evan and Grant were getting beyond annoyed with his antics, so they hopped in Seth's Hummer and headed towards Seth's house.

Luckily, Sandy had been in his office all night, working on Caleb's case, and Kirsten was in her office at work, working on keeping the Newport Group alive, while Caleb's case was being looked over, so they did not see Seth, non slickly creep into the house, and run to the kitchen were he was met by a very amused Lorraine and Ryan.

"Oh," Seth screeched a little too loudly and then lowered his voice, "I didn't see you guys in here… you scared me."

Ryan shot Lorraine a look and then looked at Seth again, noticing his bloodshot eyes, "Seth, your fucking baked," Ryan laughed.

"Baked," Seth thought, "baked, I like that word, will you bake me something Ryan?" Seth asked, "you have always been good at cooking."

Ryan chose to ignore Seth's request and plainly stated, "you better get upstairs, if dad sees you, he will beat your ass."

"Ryan, only you beat people's asses, and you bake, can you please bake for me?" Seth pleaded, "Please?"

"Lorraine, go get a camera," Ryan laughed, "this moment has to be photographed."

"Yea, because I would love to share that picture with mom and dad," Lorraine retorted before she was interrupted by Ryan's cell phone ringing.

"Chino?" Summer asked on the other end, "you have to come pick up Coop, she is totally knocked out."

Ryan, seriously caring less about the drama going on at the bomb fire, just continued to laugh in Summer's ear.

"Chino, what the hell is so damn funny? Marissa is here, without you might I add, and you're partying it up at your house."

"Summer, you won't believe this," Ryan started, "Seth is so blazed right now."

"Seth… Cohen… is high?" Summer asked in disbelief.

Ryan still hunched over from laughing so hard at the site before his eyes, managed a very ruffled, "yes, he's high as a kite," before Summer could feel a rage blackout coming on.

"Whatev Chino, just get your ass over here and pick up your drunken girlfriend, who you're supposed to be taken care of."

Ryan could here everybody in the background, and he heard Luke getting closer to Summer. "Sum, that's Atwood, let me talk to him."

"Yo, dude, you missed a hot ass party," Luke slurred, "its suck you had to miss it."

"Yea, it did suck, but now I'm glad I'm not there, because if I was, I would miss a blazed Seth."

"You're queer of a brother, is high?" Luke asked laughing along with Ryan, "What the fuck."

"I know dude, he probably had like two hits too, and he's completely gone."

Ryan was still laughing when Summer got on the phone, and screamed, "Chino, you got two minutes to get your ass down to this beach and pick up your girlfriend, or I will hurt you, and your blazed buddy."

Ten minutes later, Ryan was knocking on Sandy's office door and notifying him that he was going out for a while.

"Sandy, I am going to go out for awhile, I won't be long, I will be back in an hour or so."

"Ok, take the Ranger though, because Seth has the Hummer," Sandy said digging into his pockets and throwing Ryan over the keys.

Ryan didn't dare say that Seth was in fact home, because then Sandy might go and check on him and see how his night was, and that would not be a pretty sight, because Sandy could defiantly tell when someone was smoking some reefer. That's why Ryan tried to stay away from it; he never could get away with it, if he didn't.

Once he arrived at the bomb fire, it was still in full swing, and many of his buddies approached him, offering him a hand and a beer. After four offers, he finally took Logan up on the offer, and accepted the beer. One beer, no one would ever know, they usually never knew when he had four beers.

Getting Marissa into the car was harder than Ryan had remembered from the last time he had to do this, which was what, less than two weeks ago. He hated this about Marissa, yea Ryan did like to chug down a couple of beers, and sure he loved to party it up with his friends, but Marissa went out of control, every time she even came close to any amount of alcohol and Ryan was always the one, helping her, holding her hair back, dragging her into the car, and the carrying her up to her bed.

By the time Ryan was half way home, Marissa decided to wake up and of course, what did she have to do, puke.

Ryan pounded on the steering wheel, how the hell would he explain this to Sandy and Kirsten.

By the time he arrived home, it had been a little over an hour and Sandy was out of his office and Kirsten finally returned from the office. Lorraine had informed Ryan, that after Seth ate almost everything in the fridge and pantry combined; he headed up to his room to "crash." He headed to the kitchen to get some paper towels and some cleanser to clean up the mess that Marissa had made, without having to tell his parents exactly what happened.

"Where are you going with those?" Kirsten asked suspicious, "What spilled?"

"Oh, I spilled some coke on the seat in the Rover," Ryan answered.

"Oh, then don't worry about it, I will just sent it to the dealership tomorrow, the leather needs some cleaning anyway."

"Well, I will just soak it up."

"How much did you spill that it needs to be soaked up?"

"A lot."

"A lot, Ryan, you didn't get it all over did you?" Kirsten asked becoming aggravated, "you didn't get anything on those papers in the car did you?"

God I hope not, Ryan thought to himself.

"I don't think so."

Kirsten sighed, and followed Ryan out to the car, despite Ryan's attempts of telling her, he can handle it.

Once Kirsten saw the vomit on the passenger seat and door, she raised her eyebrows in question.

"Well, this surely looks like coke."

Ryan sighed, "sorry, Marissa got a little sick, when I was driving her home."

"Uh huh," Kirsten said suspiciously, "I want it all cleaned up, and you can pay for the cleaning, or she can pay, ya know, because she did it."

Well, overall Ryan thought, this night wasn't too bad, at least him and Seth were talking to each other and not arguing. Let's see if it lasts, Ryan contemplated.

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