They'd been on the road for a little while. Zach and Summer had been making some small talk throughout the trip, but mostly the three sat in silence. Summer closed a magazine, with a frustrated look on her face, and plopped it into her lap. She reached over adjusting a few knobs on the stereo.

Seth: You better watch out…she'll run you off the road if she doesn't like your music.

Summer: Stop pretending that was my fault, Cohen! Everything would have been fine if it wasn't for your driving.

Seth: Yeah, or your passenger seat driving that left us sitting in a ditch on the side of the road.

Zach's glance rotated between the road, Summer, and his rear view mirror, which he could see Seth in.

Summer: Oh my God! That was so not my fault…

Summer looked lost in thought for a few seconds.

Summer: …and then we had to stay in that dingy hotel room, with those little hairs all over the bed.

Seth: As I recall, you were begging me for a spot on that bed…

Summer: Begging. Please…more like fighting.

Zach: So who won?

Both Seth and Summer looked over at Zach, who had finally spoken up. There was silence in the car, as Seth and Summer both stared at Zach.

Zach: Who got to sleep on the bed?

Without hesitation, Seth and Summer both looked out of their respective windows, shrugging their shoulders. They spoke at the same time.

Seth: Y'know…I don't know…

Summer: I can't remember…

Zach eyed them both, and then turned his attention back to the road.

Back in Newport, Ryan awoke, for the second time of the day, and heard the sound of cries coming from Samantha's crib. He sprung out of bed, unwrapping himself from around Marissa and made his way to the crib. He reached inside and picked her up.

Ryan: Morning…

Samantha smiled immediately as Ryan picked her up, and took a few steps around the room. He yawned largely, and paced around the room. He opened his eyes widely, trying to fully wake himself. He walked up the few small steps and towards the small kitchen, turning when he got there, and walking back in the other direction. Suddenly he stopped, and scrunched his nose up, sniffing twice. He looked over at Samantha and then turned his head away grimacing.

Ryan: You stink, kid.

Samantha smiled playfully and Ryan shook his head smiling at her innocence. He walked back towards the kitchen, lay Samantha down on her back on the small counter, and picked up her diaper bag.

On the bed, Marissa stirred and immediately noticed Ryan was not next to her. Her eyes popped open and she propped herself up in bed, looking over her shoulder and seeing Ryan hovering over Samantha in the kitchen. Marissa flung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, quietly walking up behind Ryan. She put her hands on Ryan's hips and slowly slid her arms around his body. Ryan smiled as Marissa let her chin sit on Ryan's shoulder. Although, the moment didn't last long as Marissa pulled away from Ryan, grimacing similar to how Ryan had just minutes earlier. Ryan laughed as he placed a new diaper on Samantha, and tightly wrapped up the toxic one.

Marissa: God…how does all that come out of such a small baby?

Ryan: I'm beginning to wonder that myself.

Marissa laughed and took a few steps towards Ryan again.

Ryan: Watch her for a second? I'm going to go throw this away.

Marissa nodded her head and walked towards Samantha, scooping her up from off the kitchen counter. Ryan turned and exited the pool house, walking around the side, and tossing the toxic diaper into the large outside trashcan.

Zach pulled the SUV into a large underground parking lot of a building with Wild Storm written in large block letter on the side. He eased the car into an empty parking spot and the three hesitantly stepped out of the car. Seth gripped his black portfolio tightly in his hand, while Summer was tending to her clothing and hair, making sure she looked presentable. Zach looked back and forth between the two for what seemed like the millionth time in the last couple weeks.

Zach: You guys ready?

Summer: Yeah. Let's go.

Seth nodded his head and followed Zach and Summer through the parking lot and towards the elevator. A few minutes later, the trio stepped into a large modern looking waiting room. Zach approached the receptionist, who was busily typing away on her computer. She looked up distractedly and stopped typing.

Receptionist: Can I help you?

Zach: Hi, my name is Zach. The three of us have a ten-thirty appointment.

Zach motioned to Seth and Summer who were standing behind him and the receptionist looked each of them over for a second. She paused for a second and looked down at the appointment book spread out across the desk.

Receptionist: Oh…okay.

She looked back up at the trio, this time, a more friendly expression on her face.

Receptionist: Well, if the three of you will have a seat. I'm sure he'll be with you shortly.

Zach: Thanks.

The three moved away from the desk and sat down in the waiting room chairs. About fifteen minutes later, the three were being led into a large meeting room with a rectangular desk set up in the middle. Three chairs were placed on one side of the desk, while a lone chair sat on the other side in the empty room.

Receptionist: Take a seat; he'll be right in.

The three nodded and stepped towards the desk. Summer took the chair in the middle, while Seth sat to her right and Zach to her left. Seth's leg was bobbing up and down and his fingers were nervously drumming on the desktop. Summer glanced over at Zach hesitantly; he gave her a comforting smile, and moved his arm, letting his hand rest on Summer's. Summer stared into Zach's eyes for a few seconds before being distracted by the two large doors swinging open. A man walked swiftly into the room, crossing over to a small cart set up in the corner. He poured himself a large glass of water and crossed the room again, walking towards the table. He pulled the chair out, took a sip of his water, and sat down. He set his glass on the table in front him, and for the first time, took a look at the three teens that sat in front of him. He started with Seth and shifted his gaze down the line looking over each teen. The three sat nervously in front him, unsure of what was coming next.

Wild Storm Rep: So…

He raised his arms out in front of him.

Wild Storm Rep: …show me what you got.

Half an hour had passed and Zach had finished explaining the basis of the comic, while Seth showed and explained all the artwork and storyboards. Summer chirped in when she felt it was necessary. The four of them had been sitting in silence for a few minutes. The only thing that could be heard was Seth's never ending tennis shoe bouncing up and down on the floor. The rep was busy looking over the artwork in Seth's portfolio. He took a deep breath and closed the large black book. He slid it away from him on the table and leaned back into his leather chair. Seth, Summer and Zach, stared at him intently; nervously awaiting his response.

Wild Storm Rep: Well, I've got some good news, and some bad news.

Summer: Bad news first.

The rep looked over at Summer quickly, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

Shouts and yells were barely heard over the loud music. Seth, Summer and Zach's large glasses of champagne met in the middle of a table, tucked into the back corner of a Cabo San Lucas bar. The smiles on their faces were ear to ear, Zach let out a small shout and pumped his fist in the air, like only a Newport water polo player could.

Seth: Cheers.

Summer: Cheers.

Zach: Cheers.

They laughed and smiled and took large gulps of their drinks.

Summer: I can't believe we did this!

Seth: I knew this was a good idea.

Zach: You did not!

Seth: Yes I did…

Summer: (Interrupting) Boys! Ten hours ago a comic book rep told us that we were going to make our own comic book, what are you fighting about?

Zach: He told us there was a possibility.

Seth: It'll work out, he said he loved The World of Orange County.

Zach: Yeah, but we still have to put together a full issue, and get it back to him before everything is set in stone.

Seth: Zach, don't worry man. We'll get it done, and it will be perfect. But now, we celebrate!

Zach: You're right, man…

Zach raised his glass in the air once again.

Zach: …to The World of Orange County.

Summer: To The World of Orange County.

Seth nodded his head and clinked his glass with Summer and Zach's. All three smiled largely and polished off their drinks.