About ten minutes later, Marissa pulled her car up outside the long driveway that led up to the Cohen's house. Ryan looked over at Marissa, slightly confused.

Ryan: Do you have somewhere to be?

Marissa: No.

Ryan: Well, then come in.

Marissa: It's okay; you guys study.

Ryan: Well, I didn't figure you'd want to sit around listening to us talk about physics. You could hang out with Seth, I'll only be an hour or so…and then we can hang out…

Ryan began to lean in towards Marissa.

Ryan: …or make out…

Smiles appeared on both their faces as Ryan leaned in and kissed Marissa.

Ryan: …plus, it'll save you that trip back later that we both know you were going to make.

Ryan flashed his classic half smile, and Marissa melted.

Marissa: Hmm…you drive a hard bargain.

Marissa shifted the car into reverse and parked against the curb right next to the Cohen driveway. The two got out of the car and walked up the Cohen driveway, letting themselves into the house. They heard voices coming from the kitchen and walked in to find Sandy, Kirsten and Caleb standing around talking. They immediately stopped talking when Marissa and Ryan entered the kitchen.

Sandy: Hey…you two.

Ryan: Hey Sandy.

Marissa: Hey Sandy, hey Kirsten.

Sandy: How have you been Marissa, I haven't seen you lately?

Sandy's glances shifted from Marissa to Ryan, and then back to Marissa again.

Marissa: Pretty good.

Marissa managed a smile.

Sandy: Glad to hear it.

Kirsten: So what are you two up to today?

Ryan: Actually Lindsay's coming over…

Ryan looked down at his watch.

Ryan: …soon.

Kirsten: More physics?

Ryan sighed and nodded his head.

Ryan: I gotta go grab my books.

Ryan walked towards the back door heading out towards the pool house. Marissa contemplated following him, but stopped when her phone rang. Marissa reached into her purse and pulled out her cell. She let out a groan as she read the caller ID; it was her mother.

Marissa: (On Phone) Mom. What…no…I stayed at dads…now, I'm at the Cohen's…um, actually he is…

Marissa brought the phone away from her ear, rolling her eyes and placing her thumb over the microphone, and looking towards Caleb.

Marissa: She wants to talk to you…

Marissa slid the phone across the countertop towards Caleb.

Marissa: ...and she's pretty pissed.

Caleb: That's nothing new.

Marissa: True.

Caleb picked up the phone and walked out of the room talking to Julie. Marissa walked through the kitchen heading towards the back door, but came face to face with Ryan who was walking back into the house and was halfway through the door. Marissa almost crashed into Ryan, but seemed to catch herself right before she walked into him. Marissa stumbled back slightly, and Ryan reached out with his free hand and set it on her waist, steadying her, and in turn pulling her towards him slightly. They were standing in the doorway, laughing and regaining their balance.

Marissa: Um…so when is Lindsay coming over?

Before Ryan could speak the doorbell rang throughout the house.

Ryan: Now.

Ryan set his books down on the table, and walked towards the front door.

Marissa: Is Seth home?

Kirsten: Yeah, he's upstairs in his room.

Marissa: Cool, I'm going to go say hey to him.

Sandy nodded and Marissa made her way through the kitchen and towards the stairs. As she emerged into the front area of the Cohen house, she saw Lindsay coming in through the front door, a book in her hand and her backpack thrown over her shoulder. Ryan closed the door behind Lindsay and they both turned, walking into the house. Ryan saw Marissa first and a smile appeared on his face.

Ryan: Hey.

Marissa smiled at Ryan, and the two got lost in each other's eyes for a second.

Marissa: Hey…

Marissa looked at both Ryan and Lindsay, acknowledging both of them.

Lindsay: Hi Marissa.

Marissa: …um, I was going to go see what Seth is up to.

Ryan: Okay, cool.

Ryan smiled at Marissa once again, and she returned his smile before giving a slight wave to Lindsay and heading up the stairs towards Seth's room. Ryan and Lindsay made their way into the kitchen sitting down at the table, spreading books and papers out in front of them, and getting to work.