A/N: I actually finished this chapter, it took forever. Just so you all know, Nikki's writing is not superior to my own. Both are equally good reads (I hope) but they are entirely different, and if you're reading this story you see that this is obvious. The next chapter I have no idea when it'll updated, but I'm betting that you won't have to wait half as long as you would if I was writing it. I hope you enjoy! (Sorry for the shortness, in my opinion anyway. Before I forget though, 'more detail' is probably not going to happen, even if this is rated what it is (I dislike the new system) I think what you see is what you're going to get. You have to rely on you own mind, as I plan on being very vague, but it's for the better, I promise. Go read!

Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do we own the O.C. If I did well, lets just say it wouldn't be as interesting because I'd take it easy on the characters.

Seth, although he didn't get into trouble for 'hitting on' Holly's cousin, still had to deal with the consequences "the Kirsten" had to dish out. As Ryan and he were heading home he was complaining to Ryan. "I really thought I defended myself. I really thought I did." He paused, unsure whether or not Ryan was listening, waiting for an answer. Ryan knew that the pause was intentional. Seth periodically put them into his ramblings to see if he was paying attention. Ryan didn't like to admit he usually hung on every word he said. Even though, on occasion Seth would still get to accuse him of not listening; either because he couldn't think of anything to say, or he actually wasn't paying attention. Oh, he payed attention to Seth, just not to what he was saying, sometimes he started watching his mouth move, and his eyes just... travelled.

To prove he was listening Ryan replied, "I think you would've gotten a worse punishment if you didn't do a good job."

His words didn't do much as Seth continued, "But we had plans tonight! But noooo," he moaned, imitating Kirsten, "you are going strait to your room - no video games, no t.v., no movies." Ryan's eyes lit up as they entered the driveway. Plans? Those he looked forward to. Seth sat for a minute or so after the car was turned off saying, "Now I have to pretend like I'm going to bed and sneak out to the poolhouse."

Getting out of the car he looked miserable, but Ryan, although he knew he should be looking sad, was grinning ear to ear as he said, "May the Force be with you." In response Seth threw a half-hearted wave in his direction while walking in the door.

Ryan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He glanced at the clock again the red numbers shined 2:30 into the dark room. On any other night he'd be worried that Seth wasn't coming, but Kirsten and Sandy's light had just gone out. Seth would be able to sneak past them fairly soon. At that thought Ryan wanted to jump up and down on his bed. It was strange he knew; when knew that Seth was coming to be with him he had energy that he didn't know he could have; then not long after he got into the poolhouse he would be hit with fatigue. So then all he wanted was 'cuddling' and sleep, even though he knew it never happened.

Gazing back toward the house he saw he saw a silhouete stumbling in the direction of the door to the poolhouse. Smiling he jumped up and met Seth at the door, making sure it was him, he began kissing him as a way of leading him into the room. Breaking away he whispered, "What took you so long?"

Seth mumbled into his lips, pushing him toward the bed, "My parents are awful. Never sleep."

Ryan grinned and sighed, his instant fatigue hitting him as they landed on the bed. As he steadily lost more items of clothing to the floor he realized that this kind of fatigue wasn't so hard to fight through after all.

Marissa lay back on her bed with her eyes closed, willing herself to stay awake and listen to Summer. She was starting to regret her decision for the two to have an afterparty sleepover. Just as she started to nod off she was awoken abrubtly as Summer jumped on the bed.

"C'mon Coop. Just because the name is 'sleep' over, you're not supposed to sleep. You know that right?" Summer questioned.

Yawning she replied, "Duh, Sum. I know. That party just totally wiped me out."

"Noo," Summer said throwing a pillow in her face, "the alcohol wiped you out."

Pouting, Marissa continued, "So what were you saying?"

"Do you think my voodoo dolls will work?"

"How far gone was I?" she asked, flabergasted.

"Um." Summer said thoughtfully, "If I brought up Caleb and your Mom's sex life you would've nodded at the appropriate times."

"Ew. Okay, you have my full attention." Summer reached into her bad and pulled out a little doll as Marissa sat up straight. The doll was crudely made, but it had certain distinctive features; it was wearing a very clean kept wardrobe, and on it's head was some curly string for hair that had a pin sticking out of it. Trying not to laugh Marissa asked, "You attacked his jewfro?"

"Well I wasn't that mad. It was enough to have his hair messed up."

Still laughing, Coop went on, "Why do you even need to attack his hair?" She noticed Summer touching the curly string fondly, and went on. "He danced with you at least - what? Three times. Seems a lot to dance with someone that you just broke up with."

Summer shifted uncomfortably trying to come up with an answer. "We - we're - right now - we're - uh, friends. We can still dance together."

"Even if they're all slow dances?" Marissa cut in, eyebrow raised.

Glaring, Summer tried again, "He - well I - um - he - talked, we talked, and he - um - asked me. I couldn't say no."

Marissa nodded sarcastically, "Mm hm."

Summer sighed and threw the mini-Seth across the room. "It's not my fault he's got a smile that makes me weak in the the knees and adorable puppy dog eyes you can't say no to."

"Remind me again why you broke up with him?" All she got in response was a pillow hard in the face. Marissa looked at Summer with her head cocked, and grinning, she reached over and got something off of her nightstand. "Come 'ere Sum."

"Why?"

"Just come here."

Summer, instead of hesitating, turned around and plopped her head down in Marissa's lap. Seeing her odd look Summer said matter of factly, "You had a tweezer look in your eye. Just the stray ones, I've got them in a perfect shape." In a minute or two Marissa was glowing and Summer, despite her red look, was gloomier than she started.

"Summer, don't worry. You can dance with him next weekend. I promise."

"How do you know that?"

"He's going to the same party you are."

"He's going to the same party you are."

"He's going to that excuse of a party?" Summer spoke skeptically.

"Well," Marissa's eyes had a glint again, "he will be. Now lets go eat too much ice cream and watch too much t.v.."

Her mood slightly improved she followed her friend willingly, "Sounds like fun."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, my blood, sweat, and tears went into this, it's hard to wring a brain that has a muse on summer vacation. Please review!