A/N: Alright, a lot of you are getting antsy. Don't worry. I'm not going to drag this out for too much longer. I know exactly where I'm going with this and I pretty much have the last chapters planned out. There should be about three or four. I want to say thanks so much for all the reviews. They really make me happy and I'm sorry I make you all wait so long for updates! They should be faster because Spring Break is coming up and we all know I don't have a life.

Purple Bras and Purple Linens

Summer fumbled with the zipper on Seth's pants, pulling it down as his mouth moved back to hers. His hands snaked their way up her shirt, slipping it over her head, and she let out a frustrated groan as her head hit the door for the second time. "Remind me again why we're doing this in your car," Summer told him as his lips moved across her neck.

"Because," he stated, "my parents are home and your dad is home and you have trouble keeping your mouth shut."

"So what?" she said. "Doesn't it turn you on to know that someone could come any second?"

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna come any second if you don't hurry up with my pants."

Summer giggled at his pun and finished the job of removing Seth's pants. Just as she was about to take off his boxers, her cell started ringing. She groaned as Seth's head hit her chest and he let out an exasperated sigh. "Hang on," she said, as she climbed into the front seat to dig through her purse.

"Why didn't you turn it off?" Seth complained as he sat up.

"Because I didn't," she snapped, flipping it open. "What?"

Seth waited in the backseat for what felt like forever before she hung up. "Who was it?" he asked.

"Coop," Summer said, as she climbed awkwardly into the backseat.

"What'd she want?"

"I don't know. Some shit about how she had to cancel her plans with me because Alex wanted to do something with her."

"Ouch," Seth said.

"You know, it really sucks when your best friend starts dating a girl," Summer started as she sat down normally in the seat next to Seth who had also sat up. "Because it's, like, totally different from her dating a guy. When she used to blow me off for Ryan, I knew that they were just going to, like, make-out or brood together or whatever. But if she blows me off for Alex, she could be replacing me. You know what I mean?"

"Um, are you trying to tell me that you and Marissa have a lesbian relationship?" Seth looked at her. "God, that would be so hot."

Summer looked pointedly back at Seth before continuing. "I'm saying, what if Alex makes a better best friend than me? And so not only will Alex be her lover, but she'll be her best friend too and then Marissa won't even need me anymore."

"Mmhmm," Seth said slowly. "I think that what you need to do is to go show Marissa that you can be her lover too. And let me watch." Seth wiggled his eyebrows at Summer.

"Shut up, Cohen," Summer said, smacking him across his bare chest. "God, I'm having a serious problem and you're joking."

"I'm sorry," he replied. "But it's what I do. I joke." He dropped his hand onto her upper thigh, gently touching the skin there.

"I know," she said bitterly, ignoring his hand. "It's all you ever do and the only time you're serious is when you want to talk about something." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the opposite window.

"Summer, come on," Seth said, sliding closer to her. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. He stole a kiss before saying, "Don't think about Marissa or Marissa's lover. Instead," here started to kiss her neck, "concentrate on being my lover."

He was going for the seductive approach but he just couldn't do it and they both started cracking up. "Smooth, Cohen," she commented as he ran his hand over her bare stomach.

"Yeah, well. I try," he told her as he reached for her bra strap. Sliding it down her arm, he said, "Take this off." She thought it pointless for him to have told her that because he reached around and undid it himself anyway. Then he laid her down in the backseat and said, "Now, can we get back to what we started?"

She giggled and kissed him in response.

"Hey," Ryan said as he opened the front door to find Marissa on the other side. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm supposed to deliver a message from Julie to Kirsten." Marissa had stopped calling her mother "mom" and since started referring to her as Julie. Ryan knew she was still sour about…well, everything.

"Oh," he said. "Top secret Newpsie info, I got it."

They laughed as they walked to the kitchen. "So," she said, making conversation. "Where's Seth?"

"Well, he took the car and Summer so, I'd guess they were doing it right now." As this thought sunk in, he made a face. "Ew, I am never sitting back there again."

Marissa's eyes had widened a little because she was not used to hearing Ryan talk about something so bluntly but then she made a face herself as she realized she had just talked to Summer not too long ago. "Gross, I was just on the phone with her. No wonder she was so pissed off."

"Yeah, well, I'd probably be pissed too if someone interrupted me while having sex."

Ryan then wondered if Kirsten could pick the most awkward time to walk into a room. "Okay, what are you guys talking about?" she asked as she entered the kitchen.

Ryan and Marissa exchanged glances before Marissa said, "Interrupting sex sessions." Kirsten just stared blankly at them so Marissa went on to the next subject. "Anyway, I'm here to inform you that Julie ordered the wrong linens for the charity event. She said that they're purple and not rose and since the benefit dinner is tomorrow night, she's not sure what to do."

"Purple?" Kirsten sighed. "Did she say what kind of purple?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, are they shock-me-purple or are they more of a lavender?"

Marissa shrugged. "She just said purple. Sorry."

"It's okay," Kirsten said as she went for the phone. She dialed the number and stepped out into the hallway with the phone pressed to her ear. "Julie, it's Kirsten…what kind of purple? …Shock-me-purple? …White linens…yes…yes…okay, I'll see you tomorrow." The phone beeped as she hung up and walked back into the kitchen. "It's all settled. Julie and I both have plain, white linens that we'll use instead of the purple."

"Maybe you guys should use the purple," Marissa suggested. Kirsten looked at her like she was crazy but she went on. "It would be a nice change."

Kirsten looked at her before saying, "I'll think about that." She started to walk out of the room but backtracked and said, "I just have a quick question."

"Shoot," Ryan and Marissa said in unison.

"Would Seth and Summer be having the sex that was interrupted?"

They stared at her blankly, not sure how to go about answering that question. "Uh…" Ryan started.

"Oh my god," Marissa said, looking down at her cell phone. "I didn't realize it was so late. I have to go." She slid off the stool and headed towards the kitchen door.

"Bye sweetie," Kirsten called.

"Bye," Marissa said, turning to look at her. She was met with a glare from Ryan, obviously for leaving him alone in the kitchen with a very hard-to-answer question.

"So?" Kirsten waited patiently for Ryan to answer.

"Um…I think," Ryan said slowly, "that maybe Seth should be the person you ask this particular question."

Kirsten looked at him, temporarily shocked by his loyalty. It was then that he chose to slip out to the pool house. "Ryan," she called to his retreating back, and watched him tense, waiting for her to ask again. She knew it would be unfair to ask him, to force him to choose between his best friend and brother and the woman who put a roof over his head and fed him daily.

"Yeah?" he said, as he turned around.

"You're a good friend," she told him, and smiled. He smiled back before continuing on his way.

Seth slipped in the pool house door a few hours later to find Ryan jabbing at the buttons on the Playstation controller. "Hey, man," he said, as he took a seat on the bed.

"Hey," Ryan said, tossing him a controller. "How was your date?"

"Whoa, it wasn't a date. Since when do me and Summer date?"

"Right, sorry. What do you guys call it?" Ryan asked.

"Uh," Seth searched around for an answer. "We're hanging out."

"Hanging out… You know, if you guys are "hanging out"," Ryan took one hand off the controller to symbolize finger quotes, "I think the definition has changed."

Seth answered with a grunting noise as he pressed down on a button.

"Just a heads up," Ryan went on, "you guys might want to stop "hanging out" so much because Kirsten's catching on."

"What are you talking about?" Seth said. "My mom's completely clueless."

"She asked me and Marissa tonight if you guys were sleeping together."

"What?" Seth almost jumped off the bed. "What'd you say?"

"What do you think I said? I told her to ask you."

"You told her to ask me?" Seth said, asking for clarification. "Why would you do that? Now, of course she's going to think we're sleeping together!"

"Seth, I can't lie to your mom," Ryan said.

"Sure you can. I do it all the time."

"That's different. She's actually your mom. Your parents," Ryan said, "they've done too much for me to sit there and lie to their faces."

Seth fell back on the bed. He wasn't about to ask Ryan to lie for him because, he was right. His parents had done a lot of stuff for Ryan that they didn't have too. Now, he just had to figure out how to convince his mom that he and Summer were, in no way, involved like that.

"Can you please hurry up?" Seth was sitting on Summer's bed, watching as she ran around her room, trying to get ready. "We're going to be late."

"Only by a half an hour," she told him. "And a half an hour is still within the time limit of being fashionably late."

He rolled his eyes at her as she emerged from her closet. "You were in your closet for, like, ten minutes and you're still not dressed?" he asked incredulously.

"I was looking for my dress," she explained. "And then I remembered that I dropped it off at the cleaners this morning."

Seth fell backwards, letting his head hit her pillows. He had sat in her bedroom and watched her get ready plenty of times before this and, while it was usually one of his favorite activities, he was not enjoying it right now. He took it as a good sign that she had already done her hair and make-up, which would be two less things she'd need once she got her dress.

Summer grabbed her robe from the end of her bed and put it on. Then, she opened her door and stepped into the hallway. "Daddy!" she called and waited for her father to answer.

A few minutes later, Neil Roberts appeared at the top of the stairs. "Yes, princess?"

"Daddy, did you pick up my dress from the cleaners?"

"Of course. I picked it up this afternoon. It's in the front hall closet," he told her. "I'll bring it up for you."

Summer smiled at her father. "Thanks Daddy."

"No problem." Her dad kissed her on the forehead before he disappeared back downstairs.

Summer stepped back into her bedroom and Seth said, "You are so spoiled."

"Like you can talk," she said. "You have, like, the richest family in this town."

"Maybe," he said. "But that doesn't mean I was spoiled."

"Whatever," she said as her father appeared in the doorway.

"Here you go," he said, handing the dress to her.

"Thank you," she said, taking the dress from him.

Mr. Roberts shot Seth a disapproving look before turning around and walking back downstairs. Seth knew Mr. Roberts hated him and figured the only reason he was letting him stick around was because Summer wanted it. And, anything for daddy's little princess.

"You're dad hates me so much," Seth said.

"You're right," Summer said, which probably weren't the reassuring words Seth wanted to hear but could have been expected knowing Summer. "But that's okay because I don't hate you. Yet."

"Oh, you're funny," he said, as Summer took her robe off and tossed it on the bed next to Seth. She unzipped the bag that the dress came in and took it out. Laying it on the bed, she walked into her closet to grab her shoes. She came back out and dropped them on the floor. Then, Seth pulled her into his lap and said, "I think you should just go like this."

"Yeah, because everyone knows going in your bra and underwear is the new fad." He was kissing her neck and she was finding it very hard to resist. "I have to get ready," she said, kissing him back.

"We can be late," he told her.

"You were just complaining about that," she reminded him, twisting her body and reaching behind her to grab his hand which was attempting to unhook her bra. "We have to go," she said, kissing him again. Three minutes later, she pulled away. "We have to go," she said again, before she kissed him. "Really, we have to go. You're going to mess up my hair." She pulled away and allowed herself one more kiss before she finally got out of his lap and into her dress.

She slipped into her heels and turned to face him. "Okay, let's go."

"Seth?" Kirsten popped her head into Seth's room. "Dinner's almost ready. You want to come down and help me set the table?"

"Alright, sure," Seth said, setting down the comic book he had been reading before his mother came in and getting off the bed.

"Oh, before I forget," Kirsten said, and she threw something to him. "Give this back to Summer for me. I had it washed."

"Hey, she's been looking for this," Seth said.

Kirsten started to walk away, waiting for her son to recognize what he had done.

Finally, realization dawned and Seth stared down at the object in his hands as a look of horror spread across his face. "What? I mean, this isn't yours?" he tried to cover quickly.

"Sweetie," Kirsten said, turning back around, "the last time I owned a purple bra, I was twenty-two."

"Way too much information," Seth said, holding up a hand to stop his mother and staring down at the lacy, lavender lingerie in his other hand.

"So," she said, coming into the room. "Something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," Seth said. "Summer spilled grape juice on her shirt and it leaked through onto her, uh, bra, so she took it off and I lent her one of my shirts so that I could wash it but I wasn't in the room or anything when she took it off because, uh, that would be wrong since me and her are just friends—"

Seth stopped when he saw the very mom-ly look his mother was giving him. "Really?" she said. "Is that why I found it tangled in your sheets?"

Seth sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll tell you but I want you to know that I'm doing this against my will."

"Of course," she said, as she took a seat on his bed and he sat down beside her. "So, you two are…having sex?"

Seth groaned inwardly and nodded. "Obviously."

"Have been since you got back from Portland?" she asked.

"No," he said, shaking his head and not daring to look his mother in the eye.

"Then for how long?"

"Five months," he told her.

"Five months? Seth, sweetie, why would you do this to yourself?"

"Because, mom. It's the only way things are going to work. At least for right now."

"Seth," she said, placing a cautious hand on his back.

"Mom, I told you the truth. Nothing you say is going to change my mind about this. She's Summer." He shrugged. "So can we just drop it?"

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"I won't guarantee an answer," he said.

"Do you love her?"

He looked at his mom before looking back to his hands. He nodded.

"How do you know?"

He shrugged. "I just do."

This time, she nodded. "I understand."