Ryan had ceased pestering Marissa with the 'are we there yet?' questions. It was mostly in a compromise to get her to turn the stereo down, but it worked nonetheless. There hadn't been a word exchanged between the two for quite some time. Ryan peered out the window like he had for most of the trip, suddenly a large green California highway sign whizzed by. Large white block letters spelled out: Now Entering the City of Santa Barbara. Ryan's head turned towards Marissa as she eased the car onto an off ramp, and then brought the car to a halt at a red light.

Ryan: Santa Barbara?

Marissa turned towards Ryan and smiled, but didn't say anything. The light turned green, and her foot stomped on the gas pedal, lurching the car forward.

Ryan: We're here, and you're still not going to tell me?

Marissa: Nope.

Ryan shook his head and returned his gaze to out the window, a small smile on his face.

Marissa slid a brass key into the doorknob, and kicked the door open. Ryan and Marissa both stepped into a small beachfront motel room.

Marissa: It's not much…

Ryan: It's…

Marissa: It's two days rest, relaxation, and peace and quiet.

Ryan let out a small laugh, and dropped his head to the floor with a smile. He took a few steps towards Marissa and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Ryan: Thank you…it's just what I need.

Marissa smiled and leaned in, kissing Ryan again.

Marissa: Thought so…

Marissa moved around Ryan, finally shutting the door they had left standing open. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, sitting between two identical nightstands and lamps. A dresser with a medium sized TV sat against the wall across from the bed, and a small bathroom made up the back of the room.

Ryan: So, Sandy and Kirsten are watching Sam?

Marissa nodded her head and moved back towards Ryan.

Marissa: And we…get our own little piece of spring break.

Ryan smiled mischievously and reached out, taking hold of Marissa arm, pulling her towards him.

Ryan: Sounds good.

The large smiles on both their faces faded as their lips met in a kiss. Marissa pushed Ryan onto the bed intensifying their kiss and pulling at his clothes. Ryan's fingers slipped under Marissa's shirt, running up and down her sides and back. Marissa pulled Ryan up in bed so they were sitting, she raised her arms over her head, and Ryan quickly got rid of Marissa's shirt while she fumbled with the buttons on his. They fell back onto the bed, and kicked the covers down to the foot. They each quickly shed the other one of their remaining clothes. Ryan tore his lips away from Marissa's and reached down, pulling the comforter over their bodies. His lips moved slowly back towards Marissa's.

Ryan: You have some of the best ideas…

Marissa giggled and looked up at Ryan.

Marissa: I told you I should have been the brains…

Ryan shook his head and kissed her softly.

Ryan: Still the beauty…

Marissa pulled Ryan's lips back to hers, and they were soon making love.

Seth stood impatiently at the front door of Zach's parents large home. The three of them had planned to go to dinner, and while Seth was ready to go, Zach and Summer were keeping him waiting. A couple minutes later, Zach and Summer could be seen walking down the staircase hand in hand. Seth's stomach clenched as he saw them together, but then pushed it out of his mind as Summer locked eyes with him. The two got to the bottom of the staircase, and Zach offered a large smile to Seth.

Zach: You hungry?

Seth: Yeah, man. Let's go.

Zach nodded in agreement, and let go of Summer's hand, leading the way to the car. Summer and Seth dawdled behind him.

Seth: So, I guess you didn't tell him.

Summer: I couldn't…

The two reached the car before either could get another word in. About ten minutes later, they pulled up to a large restaurant and parked the car before making their way inside. A dark haired hostess approached them as they stepped through the doors and offered a large smile.

Zach: Three…

The hostess nodded and picked up a few menus, motioning for them to follow her. She led them to a booth in the back of the restaurant, and they all took a seat. Zach and Summer on one side, and Seth on the other. The hostess placed a menu in front of each of them, and then walked back to the front of the restaurant. Zach flipped his menu open, and wrapped his free arm around Summer's shoulders. Seth immediately glanced up and grimaced slightly, quickly turning his attention back to his menu. Summer noticed this and shifted her weight uncomfortably in her seat. Zach flipped his menu closed quickly, and ran his hand up and down Summer's shoulder.

Zach: Well, I know what I want.

Seth and Summer each nodded, both staring intently at their respective menus. Minutes later, a waiter approached, and took each of their orders before disappearing back into the crowded restaurant. The three sat in an awkward silence, and Seth tried desperately not to be too obvious. Every time Zach moved closer to Summer, Seth cringed, his hands turning into white fists under the table.

Most of their dinner took place without conversation. Zach tried to make some small conversation with Summer, but her one word answers weren't doing much for the conversation. Zach turned to Seth, assuming that comic books would be an easy source of conversation. Unfortunately, Seth wasn't biting either. Now, they each sat silently, their finishing plates of food sitting in front of them. They each stared off in different directions, obviously aware that this was no longer working.

Zach turned to Summer, he reached over and placed a hand on her thigh.

Zach: You want to dance?

Summer seemed hesitant, but then nodded her head.

Zach: Great.

Zach moved from the booth, and Summer shot Seth a small glance before sliding out as well. She followed Zach to a small dance floor, and they began swaying back and forth to the sounds of a soft Spanish guitar.

Zach: Is everything okay?

Summer looked up at him quickly, a look of guilt running across her face.

Summer: Fine.

She nodded her head, if only to convince herself, and continued swaying back and forth to the music. In the booth, Seth's fingers drummed wildly against the top of the table. He watched as Zach's hands slid up and down Summer's back, he watched as Zach leaned in, whispering things in her ear. Jealousy was raging inside of Seth, and he tried desperately to keep his cool. He tore his eyes away from Summer and Zach, but it didn't last long. He couldn't keep his eyes off the two of them.

The song came to a slow end, and Summer pulled away from Zach. Zach smiled to her and leaned in for a kiss. Summer froze for a second, and then jolted her head to the side, giving Zach a kiss on the cheek. Seth, who had been watching intently from the booth, jumped in his seat. His arms jolted to the side, knocking over his half empty glass of soda. Seth stood up immediately, grabbing napkins off the table and trying to sop up the spilled liquid.

Zach: Wow, Cohen…we can't take you anywhere.

Seth looked over at Zach and Summer who had made their way back to the table.

Seth: Uh…yeah. Small accident…

Seth glanced over at Summer, and locked eyes with her momentarily, before returning to the clean up.

Zach: Come on, they'll clean the rest of that up. Let's pay the bill and get out of here.

Seth: All right…let's go…

Candles were placed sporadically throughout Ryan and Marissa's motel room. The bathroom door stood slightly ajar, a dim light glowing from behind the door. Ryan lay his head back, letting it rest on the edge of the bathtub. He ran his hands up and down Marissa's arms. She lay in front of Ryan, leaning into him.

Ryan: I never thought I would enjoy a bubble bath…

Marissa laughed and craned her head up, letting it rest on Ryan's shoulder. She brought her hands up to his, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Marissa: I love you.

Ryan smiled and placed a kiss on Marissa's temple.

Ryan: I love you.

Marissa smiled and closed her eyes, sinking even farther back into Ryan.

Half an hour later, Ryan and Marissa lay in matching white robes on the large bed. The television softly played a made for TV movie, and was the only source of light in the room. Ryan rolled onto his side in bed, and wrapped his arms around Marissa's waist. He let out a deep breath and nestled his head in Marissa's neck.

Marissa: You tired?

Ryan smiled into Marissa's skin and let out a small laugh.

Ryan: Three times in one day can take a lot out of a guy…

Marissa giggled and looked down at Ryan, who peeked his head up, a sly smile on his face.

Ryan: …you're not tired?

Marissa shook her head slightly and brought one of her shoulders up in a small shrug. Ryan looked up at Marissa, his mouth hanging open a little. He shook his head and then returned it to Marissa's neck.

Ryan: Women…

Marissa laughed and reached over, grabbing the remote off her nightstand. She clicked the TV off, allowing the room to become pitch black. Marissa untied her robe from around her waist, dumping it onto the floor next to the bed. She pulled the covers up over her and Ryan's body and despite not being tired, quickly fell into a deep sleep.