As I promised, here is the updated chapter for Truth Is. So we have Sam/Summer bonding, maybe even some revealed things? Ryan confronting Marissa about her drinking, Seth and Alex hanging out. Scratch that; I'm thinking a little Oliver in Newport update. Sorry for the wait on an update.

"Over here!" Summer squealed, pointing to a large marble fountain in the middle of the park, "Do you have some change?"

"Right here," Sam handed her a handful of pennies, nickels, and dimes. They each smiled and took the coins, twirling, and throwing them behind their heads and into the fountain, "I remember when you were a little girl you loved these things," Samantha ran her finger along the edge of the fountain, looking at her daughter.

"Yeah, I did," Summer sighed, sitting on a ledge.

Sam frowned, knowing they were going to have to talk about it eventually. She got up, straightened her shirt, and turned to Summer, "Ready for some shopping?"

"I was born ready," she grinned.

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Ryan sat on the end of the guest bed, waiting for Marissa to wake up, and debating on what he would say. He just sat there, stroking her hair and watching her sleep. It was what he'd do for his Mom when she had a nights worth of drinking. He'd stay there, just to make sure she was safe.

Marissa could feel the light trying to peak through her eyes. She kept them closed, not wanting to face Ryan. She had messed up, as always. What was he going to do? Would he break up with her? She opened them, her foggy blues squinting at the sight of light. This was going to be one hell of a hangover. Ryan stroked her arm with his hand and gave her a half smile. Her heart melted, "This is it," she gulped.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Hey," her eyes started to cloud up, "I'm-I'm sorry..," she stuttered out. Ryan didn't say anything, he just looked her in the eye and nodded, checking her forehead, and going to get a glass of water.

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"Two shirts for $100?" Samantha spat, reading the receipt.

"Welcome to California," Summer sipped her unsweetened iced-tea.

"So.." Sam sensed the tension between them, "I screwed it up pretty bad, didn't I?"

Summer just shrugged and stared down at the sidewalk.

Sam sat next to her and took a long breath, "I never went to rehab," she confessed.

"Kinda figured that," Summer gave her a quick glance out of the corner of her eye.

"Right.." Sam didn't know what to say, "I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to come live with me.. And I wanted to get to know you. I knew if I told you I didn't, you wouldn't come."

"So you lied.. That's where I get it from." Summer huffed, "What am I supposed to do? Dad's gone to Thailand, but I can't stay with you.." Summer lowered her voice, trying to hold back tears.

"I'll change, for you. I want you in my life," Samantha wiped away a few free falling tears off her face.

"Is that what you want? Is that what you want when you ran off on me when I was 5!" Summer started crying.

"Yes, I want that. To try and make up for lost time, get to know you. I k now I messed it up then too, and that's because of the drugs. But I want to make this right.." she noticed no response from Summer, "Leaving you was the stupidest thing I've ever done. But.. In a way; it's the best thing that could of happened to you," Summer looked at her now, "If I would of stayed there just imagine what your life would be like. Growing up with a druggie Mom? Look at you, I'm so proud.." she sniffled, "And I would give anything to try and be a Mom again. You deserve it."

Summer blew her nose and looked up, regaining composure, "I'll give you a second chance," she gave a weak smile. Sam drew her close and hugged her, letting out an awkward laugh.

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Ryan sat next to Marissa on the bed, neither talking but just sitting in silence. Marissa shifted uncomfortably, looking Ryan in the eye, "So.. Do you even want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Ok.." she didn't like the awkward silence.

After awhile of acting like nothing was wrong Ryan looked up from her hands, "Why'd you do it?" his voice was barely over a whisper.

"It was stupid.. I just didn't want to deal with stuff anymore. And that was my escape. I blew up on you, thought you'd never want to talk to me again, so I went to go get numb.. There's no good explanation for what I did,'' she tried to take his hand but he snatched it away.

"So you're doing what you did when I was in Chino.. Except I'm here. So what, you didn't think I could help? Being with me makes you want to drink?"

"No, no.. I thought you were mad about what I said, and so I felt like I wasn't with you," she tried to explain.

"I don't know what to do. This keeps happening, and I told you I can't do it."

"I know,'' she interrupted.

"If I'm putting all this stress on you, when we fight or something, I'm not going to try to hold you down, or hurt you," he shook his head, seeing flashes of his Mom in Marissa.

"You're not.. You hold me together. I just messed up, you know I'm not dependant, right? I'm not an alcoholic?" She was crying now.

"I know," That was the truth. She wasn't an alcoholic. She just used alcohol when she was stressed out, which still.. Yeah ok, so she sort of was, but no where near as bad as his Mom.

"I don't want to lose you again," she sobbed, clinging onto Ryan's open arms.

He rubbed her back, "You're not going to."

She pulled back, and gave him a kiss on the lips, "Thank you."

"You're lucky I love you," he laughed.

Her face lit up, he just said he loved her.. Didn't he? She inched towards him, planting her face in between his neck and shoulder, "I love you too," she whispered.

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Kirsten sat on the pool house bed, looking around. They promised to fix it up, but still hadn't. She tried to look for ideas on what to put in there. She folded up the sheets, Rosa was on vacation so she thought she'd do it herself. She was in the bathroom when she heard the door open. Was it Sandy, Seth, was Ryan home? She hurried out there, facing a tall boy, one she hadn't seen before, "Who are you?"

The boy was startled, he looked to Kirsten and then around the pool house for Ryan, "I was just looking for Ryan. Is he inside?" he tried to change the conversation.

"No he's… out," Kirsten tried to figure out who this was. "Who would want to hang out with Ryan but didn't know he was in Hawaii?" she thought.

The boy nodded and fled out of the pool house and down the driveway.

"Oliver," Kirsten gasped.

Uh-oh.. Oliver. Darn him. Again.. Sorry about the R/M fluff. I couldn't break them up, and it sucks to have them fighting all the time, so what if it was happy, I guess I'll live. I'm off to up-date Road Trip and go to work in an hour, have fun. Reviews are appreciated.