Haven't updated in a while but this fic was written ages ago and I'm only making minor adjustments to it so I'll update again sometime next week and then pretty regularly after that.

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Chapter 5

Seth and Ryan woke up drained and bleary-eyed. Both had fallen asleep in front of the TV the night before. Ryan rolled off the couch and went into the kitchen and began to make himself some coffee, but something wasn't right. His socks were soaked and he felt the floor slipping under his feet. He looked down. "SETH!" he yelled. Seth sprang from the couch and raced into the kitchen. "What is i…OH MY GOD!" he shrieked.

"Where the hell is all this water coming from?" Ryan said urgently. He looked up but the ceiling looked normal. There was no sign of where the water was coming from. "Seth. Did you draw a bath last night?"

"Well I began to. You know to loosen up those tense muscles in my back but I got a little sidetracked with the playstation and all and… oh no!" Ryan tried to speed across the kitchen to the stairs but he slid along the floor and had to grab the counter to steady himself. He made his way carefully up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. The tub, half filled with water, had a little rubber duck floating in the middle of it. "I must've turned off the faucet then but where… the laundry room!" Again Ryan and Seth made their way down the stairs cautiously and slid over to the laundry room to find the washing machine covered in bubbles. "Did you do laundry yesterday?" Seth asked.

"No I've still to do mine. Wasn't your mom in here yesterday?"

"Yeah but she wouldn't forget about it and even if she did this would like so never happen. This is a mess."

"Well grab a mop cause this isn't gonna clean itself."

"Well you know I would love to but I'm thinking…no. I'll go call a plumber or a handy man or something I don't know but hey that's what the yellow pages are for right? And we'll call Rosa she can…"

"Seth, you're not calling Rosa she's on vacation." Ryan said frowning. Seth looked back at his brother crestfallen and caught the towel Ryan had just thrown at him, "And I'm using the mop," he said grinning.

An hour later Seth and Ryan had mopped up most of the water and cleaned the bubbles off of the floor and washing machine. The doorbell rang and Seth ran to answer the door. He was pleasantly surprised to find Summer and Marissa on the doorstep. "Hey Cohen. We felt bad about leaving you yesterday so we thought that we'd come over and give you the pleasure of our designing expertise." Marissa and Summer pushed their way past Seth and made their way into the kitchen to find Ryan drying off the floor with a new towel, "On your knees again, Ryan?" Summer laughed.

An hour or so later the plumber hadn't yet shown up. They were getting restless. As the gang painted Marissa hummed under her breath and turned to look at Ryan with a mischievous spark in her eyes. He had his back to her. She took the paintbrush in her hand and smeared the paint down Ryan's cheek. "Hey," he laughed and he began to chase her around the room. When he caught her he wrestled her to the floor and pinned her down. He used his knees to hold her arms down and he dotted Marissa's face with green paint.

"Eww you're getting it in her hair!" Summer said her face twisting in disgust. Seth shook his head frustrated and dipped into the paint pot before rubbing Summer hard on her head. Summer looked at Marissa who had finally fought Ryan off of her, "This is like so war." Marissa said and picked up a pot of paint and threw it over Ryan.

When they had run out of paint the gang looked around the room. The white sheets that were being used to cover up the furniture were covered in olive green paint. The walls were surprisingly free of any damage but their clothes and their hair were matted. "Well Cohen I don't know about you but I'm going for a shower." Summer said matter of factly.

"Well not before I get one considering it was your friend who started the entire paint fighting situation."

"Guys there are like eight bathrooms in this house." Ryan pointed out.

"Well where's the fun in that?" Marissa countered.