Summer looked down an aisle of clothes and spotted Marissa a few feet away from her.
Summer: Coop, we are way too young to be browsing the baby clothes…
Marissa laughed and looked over her shoulder at Summer.
Summer: …can we go back to the shoes?
Marissa turned, and took a step towards Summer, a small light blue outfit hanging loosely from her hand.
Marissa: What do you think? Cute…right?
Summer glanced down at the outfit, and nodded her head. Marissa smiled and tossed the outfit over her arm, turning her attention back to a small rack of clothes. Summer walked around the circular clothes rack, glancing down at the articles of baby clothes.
Summer: How was Santa Barbara?
Marissa stifled a laugh, and held up another outfit for Summer to look at. Summer cringed and shook her head. Marissa nodded, returning the clothes to the rack.
Marissa: I don't know, really…
She pushed a few things aside, stopping for a second and glancing down at a small t-shirt. Summer glanced across the rack at Marissa, waiting for her to continue.
Marissa: …we never left the hotel room.
Marissa pushed through a few other articles of clothing, while Summer stared at her, a sly smile appeared on her face.
Summer: So it was that kind of trip.
Marissa glanced sideways at Summer, a small smile on her face. She returned a shirt to the rack and walked towards Summer.
Marissa: Lets go back to the shoes…
A few hours later Marissa and Summer were driving ocean side, a moderate sized heap of shopping bags sitting in the back seat of Marissa's Mustang.
Summer: What now? Back to the Cohen's?
Marissa: Um…
Marissa eased her car to a slow stop at a red light, and glanced out the driver's side window.
Marissa: …yeah, that's good.
The light turned green and Marissa stepped on the gas, putting her car into motion once again. Summer glanced towards Marissa, eyeing her as she drove.
Summer: What's up?
Marissa turned her head towards Summer quickly, then focused on the road again.
Marissa: It's nothing. I was going to go home…put in an appearance with my mom, but she probably won't be home anyway.
Summer: She working hard?
Marissa: Mmm…or hardly working…
Summer: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Marissa: I don't know, I'm not home enough to tell. And really, I don't even want to think about it…
Summer: Well your mom is what? …Thirty-five? I highly doubt that Caleb is…
Marissa: Sum! Please stop…
Summer: I'm just saying…
Marissa: I know what you're saying…
Marissa turned her car up a small street, heading towards a large gated community.
Marissa: …the way I see it, I don't have any ex-boyfriends left for her to corrupt, so I don't care what she does…
Summer glanced sideways to Marissa.
Summer: I'm sure she's just busy with that magazine.
Marissa nodded her head and turned into the Cohen's driveway, bringing her car to a halt outside the front doors.
Ryan lay on his stomach on the pool house floor. His arms extended out in front of him, his fingers drumming on the floor in front of Samantha. She let out a small giggle and crawled her way towards Ryan. Marissa opened the pool house door, and quietly stepped inside without Ryan noticing her. She looked down at Ryan and Sam lying on the floor, a bright smile appearing on her face. She leaned down, set her bags by the door, and slipped her shoes off her feet.
Marissa took a few more steps into the room, Ryan still unaware of her presence. She quietly moved towards Ryan and Sam, when suddenly, Sam's head popped up and a bright smile appeared on her face. Her hands flew up in the air, and an inaudible noise came out of her mouth. Ryan turned his head, immediately looking over his shoulder and spotting Marissa, who was sneaking up behind him.
Marissa: She ruined my surprise…
Ryan smiled and repositioned himself on the floor so he was sitting up straight. He raised his arm, taking hold of Marissa's hand, and pulled her down to the floor next to him. She sat down Indian style, next to Ryan, his hand holding on to hers between them. Sam immediately moved towards Marissa, and crawled into her lap.
Marissa: Hey, Sam…
Marissa smiled down at Samantha in her lap. She lightly ran her fingers over her blonde hair, and turned towards Ryan.
Ryan: I didn't expect you back this soon…
Marissa: Yeah, I blew my mother off…
Marissa leaned her body towards Ryan.
Marissa: …came back to see you instead.
Ryan smiled and moved towards Marissa's lips.
Ryan: No complaints here…
A soft giggle escaped from Marissa's mouth before Ryan's lips pressed softly against hers. Samantha squirmed in Marissa's arm, causing each of them pull away from their kiss. Sam moved off of Marissa, and started crawling around the room. Ryan laughed slightly, watching her flop around on all fours, occasionally ending up on her stomach. Marissa leaned into Ryan, letting her head lay on his shoulder. After a few seconds, Marissa's head popped up, and Ryan turned towards her.
Marissa: I got Sam something…
Marissa propped herself up, walking on her knees towards the door. She reached over grabbing hold of a red bag, and then made her way back to Ryan.
Ryan: Y'know, between you and Kirsten, she…
Ryan glanced over at Samantha.
Ryan: …has got more clothes that I do.
Marissa laughed and glanced between Samantha and Ryan. She looked into her bag, and pulled out a small stuffed pig.
Marissa: I had to buy this…
Ryan: A pig?
Marissa scoffed and hit Ryan's shoulder lightly.
Marissa: He's so cute.
Ryan smiled, and reached over taking the pig out of Marissa's hand. It was small, soft and fuzzy, with nothing particularly special about it, but cute nonetheless. Marissa reached over, flipping a small tag over on the pig, and motioning to it.
Marissa: Mr. Gordo…
A large smile appeared on Marissa's face. Ryan laughed and glanced over to Samantha, while Marissa dug her arm into the red bag once again, this time pulling out the outfit she had found earlier.
Marissa: I bought her clothes too.
Ryan dropped his head, but glanced over at the outfit out of the corners of his eyes.
Ryan: The pig's cuter.
Marissa's mouth flew open, a mock insulted look on her face. She raised her arm, and pushed Ryan's shoulder, causing him to lean away from her. Ryan laughed and reached his arm out to stabilize himself, and then pushed his body back to its original position. His laughter settled and he turned to Marissa.
Ryan: Thanks.
Marissa smiled and leaned into Ryan for a kiss. Ryan's hand traveled to Marissa's face, running his thumb over her cheek. They pulled away, letting their foreheads rest on the other. Marissa smiled again, and stood up slowly. She walked around the side of the bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Ryan watched her for a few seconds, and then sprawled out on the floor again, this time with Mr. Gordo in his hands. Samantha crawled towards him, her hands immediately shooting towards Mr. Gordo, innocently curious.
Seth and Summer walked into the pool house, each of them carried two plates of Thai takeout food. Ryan looked over his shoulder, and propped himself up on the floor.
Seth: Hey man, you hungry?
Ryan: Yeah.
Seth and Summer joined Ryan and Samantha on the floor as Marissa exited the bathroom. She walked towards them, and took a seat next to Ryan while Summer passed her a plate of food. Ryan picked Samantha up and seated her in his lap.
Summer: Did you give him Mr. Gordo?
Marissa nodded her head and shoved a forkful of noodles into her mouth. Summer smiled and glanced over towards Samantha.
Summer: He is so cute.
Seth: Who is Mr. Gordo?
Ryan: Sam's pig.
Seth furrowed his brow and popped a dumpling into his mouth. Ryan reached behind him and grabbed Mr. Gordo tossing him towards Seth. Seth glanced at the pig as it fell to the floor in front of him. He looked to Marissa and then turned his head towards Samantha.
Seth: I'm sure she'll love it…
Seth looked back to Marissa.
Seth: …y'know, once she learns to recognize colors, and shapes, and…animals…
Ryan laughed along with Seth, and Marissa picked Mr. Gordo up off the floor, immediately throwing him at Seth's head. Seth's body jerked back, his plate flipping out of his hand and landing in his lap.
Seth: Hey!
Seth's hands shot into the air, his voice registering at a higher pitch than usual. Ryan, Marissa and Summer looked at Seth, and then began laughing as they looked down at Seth's upside down plate sitting in his lap.
Marissa: It's not my fault you're a klutz.
Ryan: You better not get that on my carpet.
Seth: The carpet can be cleaned!
Ryan: So can your pants.
Seth looked down at the scattered remains of his dinner sitting in his lap. He grabbed his plate, and stood up, allowing some of his food to roll off his legs and land on the floor. He shook a straggling noodle off of his shoe, and looked down at the group.
Seth: I'm going to go change…and if I think I can handle it, some more food.
Marissa: Good luck with that.
Seth glared over at Marissa, who immediately began laughing.
Marissa: Hey…you totally deserved it.
Seth rolled his eyes and shook his head. He took a step towards the pool house doors and made his way into the house. Ryan, Marissa and Summer glanced at the variety of Thai food now sitting on the floor, bright smiles on each of their faces. Both Marissa and Summer brought their hands to their eyes, clearing away tears from laughing too hard. Ryan glanced back and forth between the two, continuing to smile.
Ryan: That just might have made my day.