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"Are you ready yet?" Seth called from his spot on the couch.

"Seth, you're going to get your tux all wrinkled and Summer's going to kill you for it," Marissa laughed.

"Do you even live at your house with your husband?" Seth asked, rolling his eyes as he continued to flip through the channels.

"Hey you're out of Swiss cheese," Ryan shouted from the kitchen.

"Then make a sandwich at your own house," Seth replied.

Ryan came out of the kitchen with a sandwich of some sort that was lacking Swiss cheese. He flopped down on the couch by Seth.

"So how much longer till you guys leave?" Ryan asked.

"Well we were supposed to leave five minutes ago," Seth said loudly.

"Shut up, Cohen," Summer yelled from the bathroom.

"Yeah so who knows," Seth shrugged to Ryan.

"I should see if she needs anymore help," Marissa said, heading to the bathroom.

"Yeah and see if she's almost ready," Seth called after her.

Seth and Ryan sat in silence for a moment, both tuned into a commercial.

"So how's the married life treating ya?" Seth asked.

"Good."

"That's good."

"Yeah," Ryan replied. "How's the pre-marriage life?"

"It's good. I mean it's a little stressful. She's busy. Then I'm busy. Then we're both busy. Then neither one of us is busy so we're busy together…but it's good," Seth rambled.

"That's good."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence again.

"You know I feel like we don't talk anymore," Seth said suddenly.

"We were just talking," Ryan deadpanned.

Seth rolled his eyes, "Yeah about stupid stuff, but whatever happened to Seth and Ryan time?"

"I don't know. I got married. You got engaged."

"Yeah but still- we're like brothers, man. We're supposed to talk about stuff."

"Well what do you want to talk about?" Ryan asked, confused.

"How are you? I mean really. How is your life?" Seth questioned.

"It's good."

"That's all you're going to say? It's good? Whatever happened to the whole 'well life is good but Marissa and I got into a fight and she called me an ass but we've made up again so it's alright. But works sucks and our parents are not so subtly pushing for a bigger commitment and grandchildren'?" Seth asked all in one breath.

"That's not my life. That's yours. You and Summer fight and make up…and your job sucks….oh and I've already made the big commitment so the push for marriage is over, but I am sensing the push for grandkids," Ryan replied.

"Ok then. I'm glad your life's good."

"Yeah."

"Do you think they're almost done yet?" Seth asked impatiently.

"I don't know."

"Do you think it can really take that long for your wife to curl a couple of hairs on Summer's head?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think that it really takes all day for women to get ready for these things? I swear Summer got up at like five this morning."

"I don't know."

"Do you think-," Seth started to ask.

"You could just go to the bathroom and ask them, instead of asking me," Ryan interrupted.

"I would but Summer told me earlier today that if I came in there one more time she would prevent me from ever having children if you catch my drift. I mean she actually said that."

"But that would prevent her from having kids too," Ryan pointed out.

"You know she really didn't seem to care about that. She just looked…pissed."

Ryan fought back a grin as he nodded.

The sound of heels clicking quickly across the floor brought Ryan and Seth's attention away from the TV.

"You're going to wrinkle your suit!" Summer shrieked once she saw Seth.

"You look…wow. You look just…amazing," Seth tried to find the words.

"Thank you but you looked wrinkled! What were you thinking?"

"Sorry."

"Great. Now we're going to be late," Summer complained. "Let's go, Cohen!"

"We wouldn't be late if you-," Seth started but stopped as he received a sharp glare from Summer and a warning glance from Marissa. Even Ryan shook his head. "Right. Let's go."

Summer darted out the front door without even a goodbye to everyone.

"Um, I guess you can see yourselves out," Seth shrugged to Ryan and Marissa, "And uh, we'll talk to you later."

"Good luck, Sum," Marissa shouted from the front door as Summer quickly climbed into the limo.

Summer waved her hand behind her head to thank Marissa, before she slammed the limo door shut.

"See ya, man," Ryan said as Seth shrugged again and made his way to the limo.

Seth opened up the car door and started to climb in. Ryan and Marissa laughed as they heard Summer yelling that he better not make her late.

"I wish I was going to the Academy Awards," Marissa said wistfully as the limo drove off.

"You know she'd bring you over anyone else in the world if she could. She had to take Seth and her dad got his own way there. She couldn't bring a bunch of guests but I figure she'd even take you over Seth if their relationship wouldn't end over it," Ryan laughed.

"True. Seth would be pretty offended."

"Yeah, especially since he thinks that she's going to come clean about their engagement tonight."

"You don't think she will?" Marissa asked.

"I don't know. I mean how long did they date before she acknowledged him in high school? This is hundred times that. Now she has to acknowledge him in front of America…and I don't know how many coffee carts are at the Academy Awards, but Seth says he's got a feeling about this."

"But you think he's wrong."

Ryan's silence confirmed Marissa's statement.

"Ryan, she loves him. This isn't high school anymore. Summer told the press she's involved with him," Marissa said, defending her best friend.

"Yeah but she didn't tell them she's engaged to him. It's one thing to be involved with someone and an entirely different thing to be engaged. Seth would tell the world if he could-," Ryan started.

"And Summer would to if she could, but she can't. Her career won't let her."

"And Seth would give up his career for her. He'd give up the world for her."

"I don't like where this going. I don't want to argue about this. But just know that I believe that when the time is right Summer will tell everyone. She's not ashamed of Seth and yes, maybe she is being a little selfish but she's nominated for a freaking Oscar. She has a lot to deal with right now," Marissa defended.

"And obviously Seth isn't the top priority to deal with," Ryan said, sticking up for his best friend.

"I'm not arguing with you over this. I've known Summer forever. I'm right. You'll see," Marissa said in a tone that clearly said this conversation was over.

"I can't believe we almost had our first martial conflict over Summer and Seth," Ryan said after a minute of silence.

Marissa fought back a grin before giving in and kissing him.

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"So are you nervous?" Seth asked cautiously.

He couldn't stand the silence for another minute. Neither of them had spoken since she screamed at him when he got in the car.

"No. I get nominated for an Oscar every day so I'm cool with it," Summer snapped.

"Right. Sorry I asked then."

"Sorry you asked? Sorry you asked! You are such an ass," Summer hissed.

Seth nodded and didn't reply. Summer crossed her arms over her chest and nervously tapped her foot on the floor. She clenched her jaws and glared out the window angrily. Seth slumped back in his seat and began wringing his hands together anxiously. He chewed on his lip and stared at the floor sadly. Summer glanced at him and her stern face softened a little then realizing what she was doing she glared out the window again. Then she took another small peak at Seth and she caved.

"Cohen, I'm sorry. I'm so nervous and just anxious and everything's crazy. I shouldn't take it out you. I'm sorry," she said softly.

Seth looked up at her and gave her a small smile, but it still managed to bring out his dimples. He took her hand and squeezed it.

"So you're not going to say anything? I just apologized to you," Summer said narrowing her eyes at him.

Then Seth further irritated Summer when he began to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You," Seth chuckled and tried to cover for himself when Summer gave him a death look. "I mean not you-just-it's ok. You didn't have to apologize. You're stressed and nervous and I love you."

"Way to save yourself, Cohen," Summer smirked smacking his arm playfully.

"I try," Seth grinned.

"For the past two months, I have been going crazy wishing for this day. Now that it's actually here I wish it wasn't. I just wanted to get it over with and now I'm scared out of my mind. What if I win? What am I supposed to say? I mean I sort of thought of speech but what if I take after you and just start rambling nonsense? Or worse what if I lose? What am I supposed to do then? Just smile at the camera and act like the bitch who gets it deserves it?" Summer panicked.

"The bitch who gets it? Whatever happened to the three other lovely actresses who are very talented and whom you admire?"

"Shut up, Cohen. I'm serious. I'm freaking out, here!"

Summer began to breathe in and out faster and faster but not catching her breath. She was nearly hyperventilating.

"Summer, calm down," Seth ordered.

Summer looked at him with wide eyes, "I can't. I can't breathe. Oh my God."

"Summer," Seth said soothingly and began rubbing her back with one hand with squeezing her hand with his other. "It's ok. Just breathe for me, Sum. It's going to be fine. I'll be by your side the whole night. Win or lose, you'll be fine and I'll be right there."

Summer began to calm down and then suddenly kissed him passionately.

"Whoa," Seth murmured breaking the kiss.

Summer crawled toward the front part of the limo and rolled up the window between them and their driver. Then she crawled back to Seth and climbed onto his lip. She began kissing him feverishly.

"Summer. Whoa. Chill out a little," Seth said gasping for air as he pulled her back from his lips.

"Let's do it."

"Uh-um-what?"

"I've always wanted to have sex in a limo," Summer said huskily.

"But your pretty dress and your nice hair," Seth squeaked out sounding more like a pubescent boy than a 25 year-old man.

"You're actually trying to talk your way out of sex with me?"

"No! Definitely not! It's just- we're going to be there in like five minutes."

"We can be quick," Summer smiled running her hands down the front of his tux to the top of his pants.

"Yes. Sometimes we are kind of quick but-," Seth started.

"Real quick."

"Hey! Look, the point is as much as I would love to just ravage you in the back of a limo with your hair all pretty and your dress all sexy and nice and everything, we can't do this now."

"But-," Summer began to protest.

"But nothing. You're nervous and…well obviously you have some strange issues with intimacy and such to take care of your nerves- but anyway, tonight is special and this is a big deal for you, for us. Later we can celebrate or console each other all we want to, but now really isn't the time…besides, you don't want to show up to your first Academy Awards with crazy sex hair, do you?" Seth laughed.

"No," Summer giggled. "I'm just so nervous and frustrated."

"And believe me later tonight you can take out all your frustrations on me and I will have no complaints."

Suddenly Summer looked like she might cry.

"Was that the wrong thing to say?" Seth asked fearfully.

"I love you," Summer sniffed and kissed him softly.

"I love you too."

"I really love you," Summer said hugging him tightly.

"And I really love you…but Sum, this is kind of weird. I mean, you're not like…bipolar, are you?" Seth asked.

"What?"

"Well it's just that one minute you're angry and then you're lusty and then you're all with the hugging and the love….it's cool…but it's weird."

With a sigh, Summer finally got off his lap and sat in her own seat.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked.

"Yeah. I feel like I've just run a marathon with all of my emotions but I actually think it's all out of my system. Thank you," Summer said slowly.

"It's what I'm here for. Punching bag, sex toy, and lovable fiancé," Seth grinned. "So you're good?"

Summer nodded, "Yeah, I'm good….I think I'm ready for this."

"Good…I'm not," Seth said swallowing hard as the limo finally pulled up in front of hundreds of screaming fans and paparazzi.

"It's too late to back out now, Cohen. We're at the red carpet."

"Oh God," Seth said as he turned pale.

"You can do this. We both can do this. This isn't my night. This is our night."

"Our night, right. Got it."

"Let's do this," Summer said as the limo stopped and the driver got out and opened up the door for her.

She grabbed Seth's hand and they stepped onto the red carpet of the Academy Awards.

(AN: Oh the excitement is building! I can't wait for the Oscars! But um yeah my inspiration for Summer's multiple personality disorder freakout? Truthfully, I figured that's what any person would do in that situation...ok maybe not any person in the world but I would definitely freak out if I was going to the Oscars. I would probably be bitchy and maybe get a little sentimental and if I had a Seth Cohen in my life I would probably try to do him in the limo on the way there. So yeah! Hope you enjoyed. I'll try to update again tomorrow or the day after that. Keep on reading!)