Disclaimer: Fox and Josh Schwartz own The O.C. not me.

"Summer, I'd like you to meet your new co-star, K.C. Armen," Pierre Christensen, the director grinned leading Summer into one of the dressing rooms.

There was a man with spiky light brown hair sitting in a makeup chair.

"K.C., it's a pleasure to meet you," Summer smiled extending her hand.

K.C. swiveled around in his chair and looked at her curiously.

"And you are?" K.C. asked.

"Summer Roberts."

"Summer Roberts?"

"You're new co-star," Summer said frowning slightly.

"So you're the supporting actress?" K.C. asked with a cocky grin.

Summer looked stunned as she retracted her hand.

"This is your co-star. This is Summer Roberts," Pierre said slowly.

"Yeah. Sure. It's great to meet you," K.C. said waving her off.

"Right," Summer replied softly looking entirely confused as Pierre ushered her out of the dressing room.

"That was a joke right?" Summer asked.

"A joke?"

"I mean he's not really-," Summer started.

"He's Australia's hottest young actor. The fame may have gone to his head a bit," Pierre said sheepishly.

"He didn't sound Australian."

"He's not. He's American…but he's huge in Australia. He's on some soap opera or something."

"Oh."

Pierre nodded before opening another trailer, "This is your dressing room. Well your trailer whatever."

"Thanks."

"We'll start principle photography tomorrow evening. The confession scene," Pierre said before waving and leaving Summer alone.

She opened her purse and sunk into the makeup chair with her cell phone. Then she dialed the familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Summer."

She could practically hear Seth grin when he said her name.

"I made it here," Summer replied sadly.

"Everything alright?"

"It's fine…I just…I miss you already," Summer said deciding not to bitch about her co-star not even knowing who she was.

"I miss you too," Seth replied.

"Well I just called to say I made it here. I'm on set and everything. So I'm just hanging in my trailer."

"Alright. Did you have a good flight?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

A moment of silence.

"I guess I should get going," Summer sighed.

"Yeah me too."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bye," Summer said softly.

"Bye."

Then she heard the click on Seth hanging up. Summer rested her head back against the chair and stared at the ceiling. Tears welled up in her eyes just as a knock came at her door.

"Hey," K.C. said sticking his head in.

"Hey," Summer replied, blinking back tears.

"I just-um- we're starting principle photography tomorrow and maybe we should run lines."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Are you…never mind," K.C. stopped.

"I'm fine," Summer said shortly.

K.C. nodded before pulling out his script.

"You ready?" K.C. asked.

Summer nodded.

"Look, I don't know why you're treating me like shit but I'm kind of a big deal here and I would appreciate a little courtesy," K.C. snapped.

"Excuse me!"

"I've known you for two whole minutes and I already know that this is going to be hell working with you."

"Ok. Look, K.C. Armen or whatever, I don't know where you're getting off yelling at me. You were the one being rude. I don't care if you're a big deal here!"

K.C. snorted.

"You don't know me. You clearly know nothing about me. So don't you dare try to tell me that I'm being a bitch to you!" Summer hissed.

"I don't need to know you. I know enough already. You're a West-Coaster, probably California born and raised. You've had money all your life and you're perfectly content being stuck up."

"What!"

"I'm right. I know these things. I grew up on the East Coast. I went to a real drama school. I grew up in New York City. I was born a poor kid and worked hard to get where I am. I think I deserve a little respect," K.C. explained.

"Oh my God. You are so…"

"So what?"

"So conceited. You know nothing about me," Summer finished.

"I just want to get through this picture and move back to France."

"You live in France?"

"Yes."

"You're an American who lives in France and stars on an Australian soap opera?" Summer asked incredulously.

"Yes."

"That is…weird."

"Slightly," K.C. replied.

"Ok."

"Yeah."

"So…you're Summer Roberts. Wanna tell me about yourself? Since I've got it all wrong," K.C. smirked.

"Well I was born and raised in California. I didn't go to drama school in New York," Summer mocked. "I just kind of stumbled into the acting thing. But apparently I'm good at it."

"Because you're making a movie?"

"Because I just won an Oscar, dumbass."

"You won an Oscar?" K.C. laughed.

"Best Actress."

"You're serious?"

K.C. was still laughing.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Summer asked.

"I don't know. I mean if you're good enough to win an Oscar how do I know you're not just acting like you won an Oscar," K.C. continued to laugh and mock her.

"Are you like stupid or something?"

"What?" K.C. chuckled.

"Are you stupid?"

"Possibly…did you really win an Oscar?"

"Yes."

"Wow. I feel like an ass."

"You should," Summer said after a minute.

They both laughed.

"So…" K.C. said before twiddling his thumbs and whistling, causing Summer to laugh.

"So."

"How's the fiancé?" K.C. asked with a grin.

"What?"

"The Cohen guy."

"Wait a minute! You-," Summer started.

"Totally just had fun making fun of you," K.C. smirked.

Summer glared at him.

"Oh come on. I'm an actor. You think I don't know who won an Oscar for best actress? And do you really think that I don't know anything about my co-star?" K.C. asked fighting a grin.

"That is horrible. I can't believe that you did that!" Summer shrieked.

"Come on. It was fun. You got to brag a little about your awesome career. I got to talk about my soap opera. It was nice way to break the ice."

"You are-,"

"Charming. I know."

"Such an ass," Summer snorted, trying not to smile.

"You're pissed off. It's understandable," K.C. grinned.

"Jerk," Summer said under her breath, still fighting the grin.

"Usually…come on, this is gonna be fun. You and me, working together. If you're that gullible all the time, this will be great."

"Oh my God," Summer groaned.

"So seriously, how was Mr. Cohen?"

"Seth. His name is Seth…and he's fine."

"I bet he misses you like crazy, doesn't he?"

"Probably," Summer said sadly.

"Obviously someone is homesick after fifteen minutes."

Summer shrugged.

"I've been here for two years. I lived in France for three before that. I haven't really been in the states for roughly six years," K.C. nodded. "It'll get easier."

"What will?"

"The missing everyone part. You'll make friends with the cast and crew and once filming starts you'll have less time to think about home. It gets easier. Yeah, you miss everyone more…but you think about them less," K.C. explained.

"That doesn't make sense," Summer laughed a little.

"Not many things do…but the first few weeks away from home always suck the most. Like when I went to this theatre camp in fourth grade, the first week I was miserable. But then I made some friends and started actually learning stuff. Then it didn't suck so bad. Sure I still missed home…a lot. But when camp ended I was sad to leave."

"You went to a theatre camp in fourth grade?" Summer asked flatly.

"It was my mom's idea. She didn't want me to do drugs," K.C. shrugged.

They both laughed.

"Seriously though, it was my mom's idea and then I just fell in love with it. I've been acting ever since…I bet she regrets it now. We don't get to visit as often as we should," K.C. sighed.

"So this will suck less after the first few weeks?" Summer asked.

"Well you'll go home in two weeks for like a day. Then you'll really feel homesick. But then you'll be here for two weeks and people will come visit you and you'll say here for another two weeks. So during the four weeks while you're stuck here you'll get used to it. After that, it won't suck so bad."

"Promise?"

"I promise…and if I'm wrong, you can like rip off one my limbs and beat me with it," K.C. grinned.

Summer thought it over for a minute then smiled and nodded.

"You're not really a big jerk then are you?" Summer asked.

"I'd like to think I'm one of the nice guys."

"Good."

"Exactly, Oscar."

"What?"

"Oscar. It fits. I'm a nickname kind of guy," K.C. smiled.

"Oscar?"

K.C. nodded.

"Well…works for me, I guess," Summer grinned.

"It's better than, Movie Star."

"How did you-,"

"I do my research. I wanted to make sure that you weren't an ax murderer and that you'd be open to sleeping with your co-stars," K.C. joked.

"You are…strange."

"But charming."

"No. Not really," Summer laughed.

"Come on," K.C. pleaded, grinning like an idiot.

"Well…maybe a little. But I'm an engaged woman. I'm immune to your charms."

"No one is immune to my charms," K.C. teased.

Summer glared at him jokingly.

"Ok…well you can be the exception."

"Thank you," Summer smiled sweetly, having gotten her way.

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Annoying cute and determined to get your way," K.C. said flatly.

Summer scrunched her nose up as she thought it over, "Yes. I am."

"Alright. Just checking."

"Are we going to run lines? Or are you going to keep on trying to flirt with me?" Summer asked.

"I'm not flirting! I'm just naturally charming…but you're immune to my charms anyway."

"This is true."

"Good. Then let's run lines," K.C. sighed in fake exasperation.

They both opened their scripts.

"I'm glad you're not a complete jerk," Summer said without looking up from her script.

"So am I," K.C. laughed.

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"What do you think she's doing right now?" Seth asked.

"Probably making out with her super hot co-star," Ryan said dryly.

"That's not funny, dude."

"I wasn't trying to be funny. I was serious."

"Still not funny."

"Just chill out, Seth," Marissa sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I can't help it. What am I supposed to do while she's in Australia?" Seth asked.

"Worry about her for every second and annoy us to no end," Marissa suggested, raising her eyebrows pointedly.

"Hey. Your husband invited me over."

"Yeah to hang out. Not worry about Summer every second," Ryan scoffed.

"Can I help it if I happen to be concerned for my fiancé?" Seth asked.

"I can't believe she agreed to marry you," Marissa teased.

"Wow, you're both really funny," Seth deadpanned.

"That's why we married each other," Ryan laughed.

"You guys are so not fun since you became an old, married couple."

"Don't you have parents you can bother," Marissa smirked.

"Ok. Fine. I'll go."

"Seth, I'm just teasing," Marissa laughed as Seth got up to leave.

Seth sighed and flopped back down on the couch between Ryan and Marissa.

They all began to watch T.V. again.

"So really what do you think she's doing right now?" Seth asked.

"If I know Summer then she's probably soaking in bath tub and going over her lines," Marissa answered not taking her eyes off the screen.

"I like your answer better than his. See, Ryan, that's all you had to say."

They all sat in silence watching T.V. for a few minutes.

"Is this K.C. Armen guy hot?" Seth asked.

"I don't know. Go look him up on the internet," Ryan replied.

"Is he like Australian and all sexy with the Australian accent?"

"Internet," Ryan replied again.

"Well is he-," Seth started.

"He's pretty cute," Marissa cut in.

"The internet's a better answer than that. You were my good answer girl."

"Sorry."

"So you guys got any food?" Seth asked.

Ryan and Marissa looked at each other and sighed.

Just then the phone rang.

"Got it," Ryan said springing up from the couch.

"Man he seemed way too happy about that. Like he was bored or something," Seth quipped.

Marissa rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Hey, it's for you," Ryan said handing Marissa the phone.

"Who is it?"

"Summer."

"That's Summer?" Seth asked happily.

"It's for me, Seth," Marissa teased grabbing the phone. "Hello."

"Hey, Coop."

"How's Australia?"

"Well so far. I miss home. But it's beautiful here and my co-star, K.C., is hilarious. We were like running lines for the past two hours and then we had to stop because the guy cannot stop goofing off. He is like seriously so crazy," Summer laughed.

"Well it's good you guys are getting along."

"I know. At first I didn't think we would because he was a total ass and didn't even know I won an Oscar."

"He didn't know you won an Oscar?" Marissa asked incredulously.

"Who?" Seth asked anxiously.

Marissa shot him a look that said shut up.

"Yeah but he was just messing around. He knows like a lot of stuff about me. He did his research as he likes to call it. He said he had to make sure I wasn't an ax murderer and I'd sleep with my co-stars," Summer snorted.

"He thought you'd sleep with him?" Marissa asked laughing.

"What!" Seth shouted.

"He was just joking, Coop," Summer laughed.

"Sounds like a nice guy."

"He really is. I'm glad he's not like a Matt type. He could totally be like David or Billy."

"That's good," Marissa replied.

"Who wants to sleep with her?" Seth asked almost panicking.

"Half of America," Ryan quipped.

Seth shot him a look.

"The look doesn't work for you, man."

"What is this? Torture Seth day?"

"Is that Cohen?" Summer asked.

"Yeah, he's keeping us company," Marissa replied.

"Keeping you- put him on. I'll tell him to go home and let you two get busy," Summer sighed.

"Sum!"

"I'm serious, Coop! Put him on! I'll tell him to go home."

"He doesn't have to go home. It's kind fun making fun of him."

"Now you see the appeal of it. Why do you think I'm gonna marry him?" Summer giggled.

"I'll put him on," Marissa laughed. "Bye."

"Later, Coop."

"Hello," Seth said shakily.

"Cohen, what the hell are you doing annoying Coop and Chino when they're supposed to be making grandkids for your parents?" Summer shrieked.

"What?"

"I'm kidding. But seriously, go home, take a shower, and get some rest. Don't make them get sick of you. They're the only friends you've got."

"Gee, thanks. You're so kind and thoughtful," Seth said rolling his eyes.

"Don't think I don't know you're rolling your eyes right now, Seth Cohen. I don't appreciate it," Summer warned. "And just so you know, I'm glaring at you right now."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"So the new co-star-," Seth started.

"Is nice. That's all. Now go home and get that shower and everything," Summer ordered.

"Alright I will."

"Ok. Tell Chino I said hey. And tell Coop I said I'll call her tomorrow. And as for you, I love you and I'll call you tomorrow."

"Alright will do. Love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

"Summer says hey to you," Seth said to Ryan "and she'll call you tomorrow," to Marissa.

"Where you going?" Ryan asked as Seth stood up.

"Summer told me to go shower and get some rest and stop annoying the only friends I've got."

"She's out of the country and she still bosses you around."

"Oh so if I were out of the country you wouldn't shower if I asked you to?" Marissa teased.

"Oh well…that's different," Ryan smirked.

Marissa rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm going to…shower and whatever…you two have fun making grandkids for my parents-Summer's words not mine," Seth threw up his hands when they both shot him a look.

"Later, man," Ryan said, shaking his head.

Seth waved at them awkwardly before leaving.

"Bye, Seth," Marissa called after him. "So you think he'll make it through this distance thing?" Marissa asked Ryan.

"I don't know. He might get a little crazy…and forget to shower."

Marissa sighed shaking her head.

"He'll be fine," Ryan smiled. "What about Summer?"

"What about Summer?"

"You think she'll make it?"

"Of course. It's her job to do this stuff. It's just like girl-scout camp. She hated it the first few days but by the end of the two weeks, she didn't want to leave," Marissa replied.

"Summer was a girl-scout?"

"We both were."

"Wow."

"What?" Marissa asked.

"Nothing," Ryan smirked.

(AN: First part of the new continuous writing! Ok now I know, I know that my update had a funny title for it…it was a joke. Sorry. I don't think my writing's that great or that anyone actually "prayed" for an update. Apparently some ppl didn't get it. Sorry. Joke. I didn't mean to offend anyone or throw you off with that title. ANYWAYS, with my apology out of way, I just wanted to say that I hope u enjoyed this chapter and hopefully u will enjoy the following chapter and I will keep on writing if u keep on reading! Thanks!)