Disclaimer: I don't own the OC, but I do own 17 disclaimers right now. Isn't there a prize for that?
I know, it has been a while since I've written, but don't blame me, blame my provider. I couldn't get on the internet for 3 weeks...stupid provider!
Okay, but I'm back now to rock and...write.
"So, what are we going to do now?"
"Well, we aren't going to tell that bitchy receptionist, right? She will probably laugh at us and make us feel miserable," Summer said with disgust, thinking about the receptionist.
"What do you suggest then?"
"Every hotel has spare room keys, right?" Summer asked.
Marissa nodded. She knew where this was going to.
"I and Ryan will steal the spare room key and Seth and Summer will distract the receptionist."
"Are you sure? Summer and the receptionist? They'll kill each other," Seth said.
"I'm not that agressive. I can control myself," Summer said while she punched Marissa in the arm.
"Hey, I didn't say anything," Marissa yelled, rubbing her arm.
"If I can't punch Cohen when he says something stupid, I have to punch someone else," was Summer's explanation.
"Let's go back to the part about distracting the receptionist," Ryan said to bring them back to their plan.
"I'm not good in distracting people, okay?" Marissa explained.
Summer and Seth gave in.
"Fine, we'll distract that whore. Call us when you have the keys, okay?" Summer asked.
Ryan and Marissa nodded and walked away from them, so they could distract the receptionist.
"I think you're very good at distracting," Ryan said to Marissa.
"Eh...yeah, but you don't want me to distract the receptionist the same way as I distract you, right?"
Ryan looked at Marissa and there appeared a little smile on his face.
"Ryan!" Marissa yelled.
"What? I only thought about it a few seconds."
Marissa shook her head.
"Let's go and steal, okay?"
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"Let me do the talking," Seth said to Summer, while they walked to the desk.
"Is there something, Ms. Roberts Atwood?" the receptionist asked when she saw them.
Summer immediately forgot that Seth would do the talking.
"Yes, I have a problem with you..."
"Eh..you...your soap," Seth disturbed them.
The receptionist and Summer looked confused at him.
"Yes, the soap in our room. It's too...dry," Seth made up.
"Too dry?"
"Eh...yeah. Paris Hilton swears by not too dry soap and so do we," Summer tried to help Seth.
"That really convinces me," the receptionist said sarcastically.
"Well, you haven't seen our dry soap yet, so you don't know what you're talking about. You should really see the soap. Then you will agree with us for sure, that soap is way too dry."
The receptionist sighed. She really hated spoiled rich kids, especially when they talked nonsense.
"Fine, let me see the soap then."
"It's in our hotel room."
"...and we don't have the key with us now," Seth said.
The receptionist sighed and got the spare room key out of a drawer and walked with Seth and Summer to the elevator.
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Ryan and Marissa were behind the desk, looking in some drawers to find the spare room key. Ryan pulled at Marissa's sleeve and pointed at a fellow who was walking to the desk.
"What are we going to say now?" Ryan asked.
"Just pretend you're the receptionist."
"What? Why me?"
"Well...you played in musicals, so you should know how to play someone else," Marissa answered.
"That was a long time ago and I usually played a tree anyway."
"Pretend you're a talking tree then."
"Eh...excuse me," said the man, who was standing in front of the desk now. Ryan looked at him and Marissa kept on searching in the drawers.
"Can I help you?" Ryan asked to the man.
"Yes, I'm Henry Klatsch. You probably know who I am."
"Eh...no," Ryan stammered.
"Doesn't The 5 ways to be friends with rabbits ring a bell" the man asked.
Ryan shook his head.
"Well, you clearly never read books then. I'm a famous writer and tomorrow I'm publishing my new book The 7 keys to find peace in your garden. So I would like to put some brochures of my presentation about my new book in this hotel, if that's okay," the man said, while he showed the brochures.
"Okay, but I don't think anyone will read it," Ryan answered.
"Ryan, I found the key!" Marissa suddenly yelled.
Ryan and the man looked at Marissa. Ryan made a apoligizing gesture and he said:
"She's a little bit insane."
"Young man, I think she's smarter than you are. She just found one of the keys from my book. You should look up to her,"the man said when he walked out of the hotel, leaving the brochures on the desk.
Ryan and Marissa watched the man leaving.
"Some people really have too much spare time," Marissa said.
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"This soap is too dry?" the receptionist asked, while she was holding the soap in her hands.
Summer and Seth nodded.
"Yes and it doesn't match with the towels," Summer added.
"That's a problem?"
"A big problem."
"I'll make sure you'll get new soap. Is the rest okay?"
Summer nodded again and they walked out of the hotel room. The receptionist closed the door.
"Look, it's Elvis," Seth suddenly said, pointing at an old man in the hall.
The receptionist turned her head to see the old man. Summer looked confused at Seth, but then she realized it was a distraction. Summer took the room key out of the receptionist's trousers pocket. The receptionist had felt something and looked at Summer.
"Some dust on your pants, I just wiped it off," Summer smiled.
"Oh, it wasn't even the real Elvis," Seth tried to say dissapointed.
They walked back into the elevator and the receptionist pushed the button to got the main floor. Summer looked asking at Seth what they were going to do. Ryan and Marissa hadn't called yet, so they were still searching for the keys. Seth didn't know what to do either. Summer suddenly pushed all the buttons in the elevator. The receptionist looked angrily and confused at Summer.
"I think we should check the soap on the other floors as well," Summer explained.
The elevator shock and stood still.
"Look what you have done," the receptionist said.
"I can't help it that those elevators are of such bad quality. This hotel is so not worth that fifth star."
"We aren't stuck in here, right? Because I'm getting a little bit claustrophobic...like right now," Seth said nervously.
"Cohen, we already went with the elevator a few times. This isn't the time to get scared."
"Well, I didn't quite plan this," Seth defended himself while he touched the door of the elevator with his hands, hoping that the door would open somehow.
"Don't worry, we'll get out of this soon, because your girlfriend pushed the emergency button in as well," the receptionist said reproachful to Summer.
"Excuse me, lady. If the soap was okay, all of this wouldn't have happened. So you don't have a single reason to blame me for..."
"Could you please kill each other another time? I don't think cadaverous smell will make me feel better," Seth interrupted them while he was sitting on the floor.
The receptionist looked at Seth.
"You're claustrophobic, but you still have the time to make stupid jokes?"
"Hey, I'm the only one who may insult him," Summer said.
And before Summer and the receptionist could continue their fight the elevator began to move again.
The elevator stopped on the main floor and Summer and Seth didn't know what to do, now Marissa or Ryan still hadn't called. But when they got out of the elevator they saw Ryan and Marissa waiting for them with a smile on their faces.
"I hope you have a pleasant stay," the receptionist said with a fake smile, before she went back to her desk.
Summer and Seth walked to Marissa and Ryan.
"Mission accomplished," Marissa smiled.
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"We didn't even go shopping."
Seth opened the door of their hotel room with their new key.
"Yeah, bummer," Seth said, not even trying to hide his smile.
Summer and Seth walked into their hotel room. They sat on the bed and Summer turned on the tv.
"Let's watch The simple life."
"C'me on, The return of Batman is on the tv."
"You're saying you prefer a man in tights to two girls at a farm?" Summer asked.
"Yes, tights are very popular at the moment."
"I''ll get the camera," Summer said while she got up from the bed.
"Why?"
"So I can film all the stupid things you say and when we return from this holiday we can fight about it."
"Sometimes you have really fun ideas, Summer."
Summer grabbed the camera out of a bag and looked surprized at it.
"That's weird, the film is already full."
"But we haven't filmed anything."
Summer and Seth looked what was on the film. The screen was black, they could only vaguely hear some voices.
"Hey, this was at the airport. I guess we forgot to put the camera off," Summer said.
Summer just wanted to stop the film when they recognized the voices of Marissa and Ryan, saying something:
"I still can't believe you told them not to fight for a whole week. That's mission impossible, the only way to do that is if they would shut up for a week. And maybe Summer can do that, but Seth?"
"I don't expect them to make it, but you have to admit it's fun to see them try."
"Well, I thinks it's getting a bit scary now they're calling each other sweetheart."
"Did you hear that?" Summer asked.
"Yes, they think I can't shut up for a whole week. Where did they get that idea?" Seth answered.
"No, the other thing, they think it's funny to see us try not to fight. I think it's time for revenge."
"Revenge?"
"Yeah, they think it's funny when we are trying not to fight. Let's see how funny they are when we ruin their day tomorrow."