It was five minutes to seven. Seth sat in the Range Rover outside of Summer's house. He peered up at her bedroom, noticing one of the only lights on in the house. He twiddled his thumbs against the steering wheel, and watched as the digital clock inside the car switched to 6:56pm. He let out a sigh and looked over at his new yellow covered art book. His leg began bouncing up and down uncontrollably, until finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed his art book and quickly exited the car, making his way towards Summer's house.

Seth knocked twice on her bedroom door, and seconds later, the door swung open, revealing Summer in a fluffy pink robe. Seth nodded awkwardly, extending his hand up, offering a small wave. Summer stepped aside, allowing Seth to move into the room.

Seth: Glad to see you dressed for the occasion.

Seth walked over to the bed, taking a seat, while Summer gripped her bathroom, pulling it up to her neck. Seth flipped the yellow cover up and made himself comfortable. Summer stood in front of him, uncomfortably…eventually she pulled at the drawstrings on her robe, and it slipped off her body landing in a pink heap on the floor next to her feet. Seth's eyes bulged as he hugged his art book against his chest and used the top of it to cover his gaping mouth.

Seth: Uh…

Summer: Okay, enough with the gawking. I got costume approval. If it was up to you, I'd be wearing…

Seth: No, no…it's good.

Seth eyed Summer from her feet up. She was wearing a pair of high lace up black leather boots, that then gave into a pair of pink fishnet stockings. His eyes continued to travel up, mesmerized by Summer's tight black leather outfit. Her hair fell into her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking around the room awkwardly.

Seth: It's good.

Seth looked down at his blank sheet of paper in front of him. He closed his eyes momentarily, telling himself to focus, then began to sketch. He looked up at Summer briefly, although it wasn't really necessary. He knew what she looked like. Summer shifted her weight between her legs, awkwardly. The leather on her costume rubbed together, making noises every time she moved.

Seth: Okay, stand acu – you know what, stand like Zach was standing, last week in my room.

Summer struck her pose and Seth nodded, setting his book down next to him on the bed and standing up. He moved towards Summer, extending his arms out in the air in front of him.

Seth: That's good, but…

Seth knelt down and took hold of Summer left boot and positioned it, he moved up to her knee, placing his hands on her leg and bending her knee into position. Seth worked his way up, centering her torso and positioning her arms correctly. Summer had been eyeing him the whole time, Seth stood up straight, his hands making a move for Summer's face. He hesitated for a second and then placed his hands gently on her chin, tilting her head into the light. He brought his arms away looking at her for a moment.

Summer: Are your grubby paws done manhandling me?

Seth: Uh…yeah.

Seth looked down at the floor dumbly. Summer glanced over at the bed and saw a light sketch of her face and hair on the paper.

Summer: Oh my God…

Summer broke out of pose and moved towards the bed quickly.

Summer: …you drew this already.

Seth's arms flew up in the air immediately.

Seth: Yeah…you just stepped out of the light!

He dropped his arms to the side looking defeated. He looked over his shoulder at Summer who was kneeling on the floor next to her bed.

Summer: This is really good. You know, when I draw…

Summer flipped the page in the book and revealed a fresh white page for her to draw on.

Summer: …it's just a big head, with legs coming out of it.

Summer brought the pencil to the page, demonstrating for Seth. Seth winced at the death grip Summer hand on the pencil and kneeled down on the floor next to her.

Seth: Don't hold it so tight…

Seth moved closer to Summer, leaning towards her. Seth placed his hand over hers repositioning it on the pencil and guiding her hand across the page.

Seth: …Picasso said, "First, you have to know how to draw a straight line."

Seth moved Summer's hand across the page, drawing a line and they each turned to each other, small smiles on their faces. Before they knew any better they were leaning in. Their noses grazed, and Seth snapped out of it first, pulling his head back slightly and quickly letting go of Summer's hand.

Seth: (hushed voice) I think I've got everything I need…I…uh…I can do the rest from memory.

Summer nodded, her brain scrambling.

Summer: Good…cause my costume's beginning to ride me.

Seth: Excellent.

Seth nodded his head up and down numerous times with a dazed look on his face.

Seth: I'll come back later for Princess Sparkle.

They both nodded and Seth scrambled to his feet, which luckily for him were working better than his brain at the current moment. Seth shut Summer's bedroom door behind him, leaning back into it and letting out the breath he'd been holding for the last couple of minutes. He shook his head and brought his right hand up to his stomach as he stumbled forward a few steps, making his way toward the front door.

It's late. Ryan's small beside light illuminates the pool house. He's propped up in bed finishing homework. He had put Samantha down about half and hour earlier, and she was sleeping peacefully in her crib. The pool house door creaked open, and Marissa walked in, quietly shutting the door behind her. They each smiled at each other and Marissa walked through the room and moved onto the bed, propping herself up next to Ryan.

Ryan: You're up late.

Marissa: Mmm…crisis at Summer's.

Ryan closed his book, and turned his head towards Marissa.

Ryan: Nose graze?

Marissa smiled.

Marissa: Moment?

They each nodded and laughed quietly.

Ryan: So is everything okay?

Marissa: Not exactly.

Ryan: Yeah…him either. He just left about five minutes ago…hopefully he'll go to sleep, but I doubt it.

Marissa smiled and pushed Ryan's book off his lap, situating herself there instead.

Marissa: I'm glad you're not asleep though.

Ryan: Hmm…me too.

Marissa smiled and leaned down, kissing Ryan. Ryan quickly flipped Marissa over in bed, laying on top her. The two continued kissing, almost yearning for each other; it had been a while, probably too long for those two. Without hesitation, Marissa instinctively pulled Ryan's tank top off his body, tossing it aside. As she ran her fingers down his chest, Samantha let out a soft cry from her crib. They both pulled back immediately, jerking their heads towards the crib. There was silence in the room, not another cry was heard. Ryan looked down at Marissa and smiled, she smiled up at him and Ryan moved over slightly in the bed. He crooked his head up, looking at Samantha through the bars of the crib. He turned back to Marissa, raising his eyebrows, and then immediately looked back at the crib again. Marissa let out a giggle and Ryan winced, immediately moving towards her and putting his finger on her lips.

Ryan: Shh…

Ryan looked over at the crib again and saw Samantha settle back in. He dropped his head, letting it rest on Marissa's shoulder and let out a deep breath. The two spoke in whispers.

Ryan: You're lucky.

Marissa: Apparently not lucky enough…

Ryan looked over at Marissa and she smiled playfully at him.

Ryan: We can't…anyway…you know…

Marissa: I know.

Ryan looked over at the crib once again.

Ryan: I don't know…it'd just be weird.

Marissa: Yeah…

Marissa leaned up, placing a soft kiss on Ryan's lips.

Marissa: …it's okay.

Ryan: So…sleep?

Marissa smiled and nodded. She rolled over in the bed, turning the lamp off, and then repositioned herself next to Ryan. Ryan wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes attempting to be swept into a dream haze.

Ryan: Goodnight.

Marissa: Night.

A few minutes later his eyes sprung open, and he saw Marissa lying next to him with her eyes closed. He moved his lips next to her ear.

Ryan: You awake?

Marissa: Hmm…

Ryan: Marissa…you awake?

Marissa: I am now.

Marissa opened her eyes and looked over at Ryan who smiled.

Ryan: I think I might have come up with a way around all this…

Ryan smiled mischievously at Marissa, leaned in and kissed her.

Marissa: How is that?

Ryan smiled again, slowly sliding his body down Marissa's.

Ryan: You just have to promise me one thing…

Marissa raised her eyebrows quizzically and looked down at Ryan.

Ryan: …you have to be quiet.

Marissa nodded wearily and Ryan disappeared under the covers. Soon Marissa felt the soft touch of Ryan's lips running slowly down her stomach. He fiddled with Marissa's clothes sliding them off her body, his lips never leaving her skin. Marissa closed her eyes, her breathing becoming heavy. Ryan continued kissing down Marissa's body, and gently pushed her legs apart with his hands. Almost instantaneously, Marissa's eyes shot open, her head tilting back. Her eyes fluttered closed again as a small moan escaped from her lips. She bit at her bottom lip, suddenly realizing her promise would not be easily kept.