PART II

Chapter 9-

Marissa smiled at Ryan, she in a long, flowery blue dress. She wore a cheap wedding veil over her head, a golden ring on her finger. She leaned in to kiss her new husband as the Elvis impersonator shut the bible. Summer and Seth sat in the front pew, Summer sobbing uncontrollably. "I can't believe Marissa's getting married!" she cried. "And to Atwood! I always thought it would be Luke...sort of! Waaahhh!"

Seth massaged her neck, letting her lean against him. "It seemed like yesterday when it was just me, Cohen, Cooper, and Luke!"

"Uh, actually, Summer, until Ryan came, you didn't even notice me."

"Whatever, Cohen. Anyway, not to disturb the new Mr and Mrs Ryan Atwood or anything, which, I think if I tried, I couldn't anyway–" she glanced up at the couple who were currently making out, "–But where are we staying tonight?"

Marissa smiled down at her. "The Four Seasons penthouse!"

"Omigod!" cried Summer, grabbing Seth and pushing her lips to his. "FOUR SEASON FLIPPING PENTHOUSE!"

"Yeah, Summer, but–"he turned to Ryan "isn't that where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lived?"

Marissa and Ryan stared at each other blankly.

"Well, we are so not not staying there just because of Marissa's ex-boyfriend who, might I add, is probably locked up in some mental hospital right this moment."

"Guys, calm down," smiled Marissa. "Don't make a big deal out of nothing."

Summer and Seth sat in the parlor of the Four Seasons Penthouse. Seth sighed miserably. "They're probably making love. Having so much fun."

"I told you before we got to the chapel. No sex. None."

"Well, what do you want to do for fun?"

"I'm going to get a beer from the fridge. Want one?"

"Yeah," said Seth.

"Well then get your ass up and get one yourself." Summer smiled and Seth shot her the bird. "Smartass."

"But you know I love you."

Summer smiled and crawled on top of him. They began to make out. "But no sex," she said.

"None," he smiled, letting the strap of her dress fall down the side of her arm.

Summer and Seth lay naked in bed. He wasn't sure how they had gotten there. It was a few hours after they had been in the living room. He smiled. He was completely and totally drunk. "Summer," he said, "wake up, sweetie."

He saw that she was wearing something on her head. Something white. It was a wedding veil. They had taken Marissa's wedding veil? He looked down at his and her hand. There was a ring on each. They had stolen their rings too? Oh no. Oh no. Holy shit.

They were married.

Marissa lay in Ryan's arms. Ryan glanced up at the wall and saw that there was a camera. A camera? Oh no! Was someone watching them? Oh no! Ryan quickly stood. He hurried up to the camera.

In a room far down the hall sat a young man in a chair, watching several televisions. He was...

Marissa quickly stood. "What is it Ryan?"

"Marissa, someone's watching us."

In Chino, a young woman hung from the ceiling fan in her home. Her mother walked into the room, saw her, and screamed. The mother was holding a baby. "Theresa!" she cried.

Kirstin glanced over at Sandy. "I didn't get a chance to tell you. They found Lindsay."

Julie sat in her bedroom. Flipping through her magazine. Suddenly something hit her. Where was Marissa?

Theresa's mother quickly dialed up Eddie. "Eddie! Oh thank God! Eddie, Theresa's dead!"

"What?" Eddie said on the other end of the line.

"She had a note! It said that it was because of Ryan."

"What? That son of a bitch! I'm coming over to get the baby!"

"Eddie, wait. There's something I have to tell you."

"What?" snapped Eddie.

"I don't think the baby is your's."

Ryan charged into Seth and Summer's room. "Pack your bags. We've got to get out."

"Ryan," said Seth. "I think me and Summer–got married."

"What!"

"Well, we were drunk and–"

"Just pack your bags, and hurry."

Seth quickly woke Summer, who smiled and woke up. When she saw the wedding rings, she frowned. "Oh, my God..."

Marissa looked up from packing the bags. She glanced up at Ryan. "Did you find out who it was?"

"No, but don't worry," he said, kissing her gently. "We'll just go back to Newport and everything will be okay."

"We have barely been here a day."

"I know. Don't worry, we'll have a honeymoon this summer."

"Okay," smiled Marissa. Ryan grabbed the suitcases and began to lug them out of the room.

Seth grabbed Summer and kissed her. "It's okay. We'll get it annulled as soon as we get back to Newport."

Summer nodded, looking down, but then glanced back up at him. "What if I want to stay Mrs. Seth Cohen?"

Seth smiled. "Oh, this might be better than Chrismukkah."

Summer smiled and grabbed her husband around the neck, kissing him hard. "I love you, Seth Cohen."

On the ride home, everyone tried not to think about the video cameras. They barely noticed the blue BMW that followed them the whole way back to Newport.