AN: Damn! i was so not gonna continue, but u ppl r really persistent and demanded an update so here it is! That's good btw thanx for getting me off my ass, lol. I luv Marissa/Trey too and the way the season ended just broke my whittle heart :( So for the rest of this story i am basically going along w/the show's story line, but it will diverge into my own w/a completely different ending. Yippy! This fic is gonna be all about wat u aka- the reader, want to happen. So suggestions in reviews are much welcome. On w/the fic!

Seth Cohen wiped the sleep from his eyes and tried to remember the night before. It was all a blur… the comic book party… Summer leaving with Zack… What was up with that? There was only one person to talk to and annoy early this morning- Ryan.

"So I don't get it man, was Zack trying to take her away all along? Distracting me with that comic book deal?"

Seth had just finished tell Ryan the story, meanwhile the short, stocky blonde was trying to dish out some cereal.

"You woke me up for this?"

"Yes, Ryan come on please help."

"Look the easiest thing to do, would be to confront him about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea."

Sandy and Kristen entered the kitchen. Kristen headed for the fridge and Sandy was close behind her.

"Why don't you want to go? Wine tasting in the country sounds lovely!"

Sandy exclaimed then turned around towards the counter to stuff some papers in his briefcase. Unknowingly to all present in the kitchen, Kristen added some vodka to her orange juice.

"Sandy, I don't want to go if you can't. That's all. Please stop pushing it."

"But it's for the magazine. You and Carter have been working so hard on it. I'm busy here with Trey's case anyway. Go have some fun."

Yeah fun... That's what I'm afraid of, Kristen thought and she gingerly sipped her homemade Screwdriver.
"All right Sandy. If you are THAT ok with it, I'll go."

"I'm sure you'll have fun." Sandy whispered to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. "Now I've got to go. I maybe able to get Trey out on bail by the end of the day."

"That's great dad." Seth chimed in.

"Well we better be heading to school." Ryan nudged Seth.

Sandy beamed, "Of course. Hey I'll give you guys a lift."

Marissa Cooper daydreamed out her classroom window. There was one thing she did leave out to Summer and that was a moment between her and Trey that occurred that changed her mind for good about going back to Ryan. (flashback)

Marissa was helping Trey move stuff into his new apartment. She attempted lifting a huge box from the trunk of the Cohen's car. Thinking she had a good grip she proceeded to climb the steps. Suddenly she felt the heel of her sandal give away. As quick as that happened he caught her.

"Geeze are you all right!" Marissa had fallen backwards into Trey's arms and titled her head up towards him.

"I think so." Looking down she could see her heel had broke clear off.
"Damn this were expensive too."

"Aw, you should've left the lifting to me."

"I was just trying to help." Marissa smiled and she could see him smiling back. Her heart completely melted.

The box laid on the floor with some of it's contents spilt out too.

"I feel horrible about this. Here let me pick this up." Marissa bent forward.

"NO. No. That's ok I was going to throw out-"

Marissa picked up the first magazine. "Playboy?"

"Uh... it's not what you think. The only reason I kept them for so long is they are collectables, but I was going to get rid of them anyway..."

"Whatever it's ok. You're a guy. What did I expect?" Marissa moved to turn around and let out a little yelp.

"What's wrong?" Trey rushed to her side.

"Ow, my ankle kinda really hurts."

"Here let me carry you inside."

Before Marissa could protest Trey swung her over her shoulders as if this was something natural and laid her down inside on the couch.

"Thanks. I'm sorry I'm like here for nothing now, being of no use to you."

O, there are uses... Trey thought looking into her ocean blue eyes and wondering why a girl like her even bothered wasting her time around a guy like himself.
"Marissa, you have been more than helpful these past few days. You are... you're such a sweet girl."

Marissa couldn't believe her ears. Did he just call me sweet? Wow.
"Trey thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

"From me?" Trey knelt down beside her. "How can anything from ME be meaningful?"

Marissa could feel her chest tighten and the words just spilled out.
"Because I like you."

Immediately she clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Wait... you do?"

"No, I'm sorry I didn't mean that." In the back of her mind a voice was screaming- Remember RYAN! "I should really go."

Marissa quickly sat up. Trey blocked her path.

"Wait shouldn't you put ice on that?" Trey pointed to her ankle, which was now visibly swollen black & blue and had doubled in size.

Marissa stood up and put on the fakest smile.
"Actually it doesn't hurt at all anymore." She brushed past him heading for the door, when he caught her arm. She froze. She couldn't move. His scent of musky ruggedness lingering in the air refused to let her go.

"Marissa... I like you too." With those words plainly spoken she spun around, the throbbing in her ankle was now just a numbing sensation. Their faces were so close. Trey's eyes searched Marissa's face for a look of permission as he leaned in.

"Marissa Cooper. Miss Cooper!"

Marissa snapped out of her thoughts and became aware that her history teacher was staring directly at her along with the whole class.

"Marissa, what did we just discuss in Wade vs. Roe?"

"Uh... um, the Supreme Court ruled that... er."

"Now your paper has to be three pages extra. See me after class."

This day had to get better fast. She had to see him.

Julie stirred in bed. Even with her eyes closed she could tell it was morning, a glowing orange penetrated her eye lids. She could feel a warm body next to her. She though it was odd since Caleb never came home from work anymore and if he did he'd sleep downstairs on the couch with the excuse of, "I didn't want to wake you."

"Good morning babe." A deep voice rang out and arms reached over around her.

Julie gasped as last nights events came flooding back to her.

"Lance?"

"Yes babe?" He began to kiss her neck, but she sat up brushing him away.

"O God Lance! You have to get out of here before somebody sees you!"

"All right. Cool your jets babe." Lance swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to pull on his pants. "But you know I'm not scared of that old man. I can take him down in-"

"Yea, and go to jail. Besides, I'm referring to Marissa. I'm worried she'll find out. I have to be a good example for her."

Lance, who was now fully dressed made his way to Julie's side of the bed and bent over to kiss her on the forehead.

"You are a wonderful mother."

"I wish Marissa thought that... Seriously though, you have to get out of here."

"Hmmm, should I take the scenic route out the window and shimmy down the drainpipe like when we were young?"

Julie couldn't help but smile at the memory. "I guess if it's not too much trouble..."

Lance planted one last kiss on her lips. "See you tonight?"

"Of course." She replied and then watched him go.

"Time to get my girl back." Seth stated staring directly at Zack, who was at his locker completely unaware of Seth's planned attack.

"So..." Ryan uttered, noticing poor Seth was frozen in place.

"I'm going. I'm moving real soon. Any moment now I will strike like-" Seth never finished his rant, for Ryan simply gave him the shove he needed. There was no way of avoiding Zack now when he was practically face to face.

"Um, hey Seth. Can I help you?"

"Don't hey me buddy! What the hell happened last night! Leaving me with the comic book freaks and taking Summer home!"

"Seth, are you that slow?" Seeing Seth wasn't gonna answer Zack continued, "I still like her and I'm not letting you win. Have you forgotten I am part water polo player? I fight dirty."

"O. Well. It's on!"

"Good luck. You're gonna need it." Zack started to walk away.

"O yeah? You're gonna need it- more!"

"Trey Atwood."

"Yea?"

"You have a visitor."

"Thanks." Trey stood up as he was led up to the glass booth area. He expected Ryan to be sitting behind that window, but instead there was a pretty delicate face to greet him.

Trey sat down in disbelief and picked up the receiver. "Marissa..."

"Hi Trey. How are you?"

"Wow, what are you doing here?"

"I... I had to come see you. So I came straight afterschool."

"But... why?"

"I thought about what you told me before... about letting Ryan know how we feel..."

"Yea?"

"But there is something I have to know first... Please don't lie to me."

Trey saw the look of sadness and worry in Marissa's eyes and he leaned closer towards her, his fingertips touching the glass.

"What is it?"

Marissa clutched her pocket book that was resting in her lap, she could only pray that she got the answer she wanted.

"Were you the one who brought drugs to my party?" "Well... to be honest..."