Chapter 5-
"Seth, we need to talk," said Summer over the phone. "Come to my house. Now."
Seth smiled to himself. "Okay."
Marissa smiled at Ryan. She embraced him, and they fell back on the bed. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I love you, Ryan Atwood! I love you!" She kissed him hard and he rolled on top of her. He slipped the ring onto her finger and smiled at Marissa.
"We can be married next month."
"What about next week?" smiled Marissa.
"What? Where?" cried Ryan.
"Vegas."
"Seth, I'm pregnant." Summer was crying.
"What?" cried Seth.
"I tested myself—three times–and all three times it tested positive."
Seth ran up to Summer and embraced her. "Shh," he said, trying to calm her. "Everything will be okay... I love you and you love me...we can get through this together."
Summer smiled weakly at him. "Hold me?"
Rachel kissed Sandy hard. "There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm pregnant."
"What!" Sandy cried, pushing her away from him.
"You're the father."
"No, I'm not. No strings attached, remember? I am not dealing with this, you gold digging bitch." Sandy growled at her and shoved her to the side.
"Sandy, I've never seen you act this way before–"
"Everything's fucking falling apart. My wife wants a divorce, my sister-in-law's missing, and I'm fucking a woman that I was in love with twenty years ago."
"Sandy, if that's the way you feel–"
"Damnit, Rachel, that is the way I feel."
"But Sandy–"
Sandy turned and left.
Two garbage men were dumping a load when they saw a mysterious lump lying near a old rugged couch. They began to check it out and saw that it was a young woman. She had been dead for a little over two months.
The young woman was Lindsay.
Zach smiled at Mr. Roberts and turned to walk down the hall to Summer's room. He opened the door and gasped at what he saw. There was Summer lying on her bed, snug in Seth Cohen's arms.
