Chapter 4: lucky number, I'm telling you.. So here we have well-whatever I have the time to write. Maybe I'll post after work so I can get more in. Don't know, hope you like it.

"Remember our last road trip?" They continued reliving old memories for a lot of the drive.

"Yeah, that was the worst. You're such a sucky driver and that hotel room was disgusting," Summer laughed.

"You didn't seem to mind it," Seth hit her on the shoulder, "Bed was comfy, huh?" he realized what he said was really stupid. It wasn't good to relive their relationship memories, although they'd been doing it to Ryan and Marissa before, but it just got awkward.

"If you could get past the pubes, and your kicking it wasn't all that bad." Summer looked at the clock and shifted in her seat, "Are we almost there? We've been driving for like.. 6 hours, it's 8 at night."

"Next exit," Ryan folded up the map and gave it to Seth.

"Nice. Definitely not the last hotel we were in," Marissa set her bags on one of the beds, "There's two beds?"

"We were going to get two rooms, but dumbass over here only reserved one over the phone earlier," Summer pointed to Seth. Ryan gave him a glare and Seth snickered, "What do we do now?" Summer joined the three on the hotel floor.

"Want to go get some snacks or something?"

"Seth, you really are a little kid inside," Ryan got up and grabbed the keys. They got into the car and drove to the closest convenience store.

As everyone was about to get out of the car Summer stopped them, "Ryan, do you have a fake I.D.?"

"Why would you assume I have a fake I.D.?" Ryan glared at her.

"Well?"

Ryan rolled his eyes and nodded, pulling it out of his wallet, "Why do I need my fake I.D.?"

"Hm.." Summer plotted, "I bet you won't go buy some alcohol. Will you?"

"Whoa, no Summer. Me and alcohol don't mix," Seth protested.

"Why do you think I won't buy it?" Ryan gave her a confused look.

"I don't know. You're all Newporty now, can't go back to your Chino ways..?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she was congratulating herself on the inside.

"Maybe I will," he looked inside the store.

"No, you're too chicken."

"I'm going to," and with that Ryan went inside the store.

"What was that about?" Marissa and Seth were both confused, why did she want Ryan to get some booze?

"So easy.. We're going to get Ryan drunk," she grinned. Marissa and Seth smiled and started laughing.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen him really drunk. This should be fun. Are you sure you can do it?"

"Oh yes."

They arrived back in their hotel room and sat on one of the beds, the snacks and vodka in the middle, "So.." Seth nodded and looked to his friends, not knowing what to do next.

"You guys want to play… Newport trivia?" Summer asked, hitting herself on the inside for not being able to come up with any other game Ryan was sure to lose at.

"Newport trivia?" Ryan arched his eyebrows.

"I'll go first!" Marissa jumped in, wanting this game to begin.

After three rounds Ryan was 8 shots in, and Seth with 1. Ryan started to get a little dizzy, but kept playing, not caring how drunk he was getting.

"Ok, my turn.. In sixth grade, who wrote 'Mr. Harris does the milkman' on the back of the bike rack?" Summer picked up a handful of Doritos, looking to Ryan.

"I wasn't here in sixth grade," he protested.

Summer gave him an apologetic smile and pointed to the bottle. He unscrewed the top and chugged a big shot. Seth and Summer sat trying to keep from laughing. They couldn't wait to see drunk Ryan. Marissa was already enjoying watching him become more stupid with every shot.

After about an hour they were finished with the bottle. Ryan couldn't even remember how many shots he had to take, and each of the others only had to do one, "Let's go swimming!" Ryan slurred, sitting up quickly, then squinting his eyes.

"Oh no buddy, I don't think that's such a great idea. What do you girls want to do?" Seth referred to Marissa and Summer, who were sitting on the floor laughing at Ryan.

"What's so funny?.. Did you find something? Let me look!" Ryan tried to hop off the bed but fell, landing by Summer and Marissa who were laughing even harder now, trying to pull Ryan up into a sitting position.

"Yeah Ryan, we found the lost tomb," Summer teased drunk Ryan. His already dilated pupils got wider.

"Tuuumm?" he tried to pronounce, then got bored, "Let's go do something!"

"Who knew boring 'no that's stupid, I don't want to do that' Ryan would be so fun when he was drunk."

"He's just stupid when he's drunk, look at him," Seth pointed to a totally oblivious Ryan sitting on the floor, not aware of what was going on.

"Shut up Cohen, you're just jealous that he's getting all the attention," Summer gave Seth an evil glare then felt a little bit bad. She did want to hang out with Seth, but Ryan was drunk. So he'd be more fun right now.

Ryan sat in front of the bed, playing with the ruffles of the bed skirt. Summer tapped Marissa's shoulder and pointed to Ryan and grinned. Marissa gave her a questioning look, as did Seth, "Hey Ryan.." Summer called, Ryan looked beside him, then finally up, waving to Summer, "How do you feel about dressing up?" he just nodded.

"Haha, we have to get pictures of this. Blackmail," Seth rubbed his hands together.

"Take off your shirt, Ryan," Summer ordered as she turned around to get some clothes out of her bag. She heard Seth gasp and start laughing, then Marissa squeal. Summer turned around and gasped too at what she saw. Ryan stood inches in front of her, his shirt was still on.. But his pants weren't. Or boxers.

"Do you wanna' take a picture?" Ryan said getting angry.

"Excuse me?" Summer and Marissa thought he meant he wanted them to take a picture.

"You're staring."

Seth couldn't control himself, he was rolling around on the floor laughing, the girls were just standing, wide-eyed, staring at Ryan, "Here you go buddy, cover your self up," Seth threw him a pillow, which he didn't catch, but bent over to pick up.

"Were you going commando?" Summer asked, seeing his pants, but no sign of boxers. Ryan just shrugged.

Seth reached behind his bed and pulled up a pair of boxers, throwing them at Summer, "He threw them over here."

"She said to take off your shirt, why did you take off your pants, Ryan?" Marissa tried to act serious, but was failing horribly. She was mad at herself for not getting Ryan drunk before. And not sleeping with him before, wow.. He shrugged again.

"Put this on," Summer threw him a pair of terry cloth, short shorts, and a red silk tank top. The shorts were tight, and revealing, but fit, and the tank top came just above his belly button and prevented him from moving much.

"Oooh!" Marissa put a finger to her lips and the other hand in the air, "I have an idea!"

"And I have a wedgie, can we go swimming now?" Ryan picked at the shorts and flopped onto the bed, next to Seth.

"What's your idea Marissa?" Seth could see the look in her eyes.

"I don't wanna," Ryan protested.

"Come on buddy, it's just one room. Then we can go get some food and sleep," Seth tried to bribe him, "Maybe even go swimming."

"Fine," he huffed.

"Ok Chino, just remember what the plan is."

Seth, Summer, and Marissa all led Ryan down the hallway to a door to a room. Ryan took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A man in a white shirt and brown pants opened the door, looking Ryan up and down and waiting for him to speak.

"Room Service!" Ryan yelled, then ran away flailing his arms around and tripping about half way down the hallway. Seth and Marissa helped him up and the all led him back into the room, laughing the whole way there.

"Oh my god.." Marissa said in between breaths.

"Dumbass! You were supposed to pose, and not run like a chicken with it's head chopped off."

"This has been one hell of a night. Poor Ryan won't even get to remember it, except for the pictures I took," Seth smiled, "Hey Summer, do you want to go get some food? We ate all the snacks," Seth suggested.

"Yeah, Coop, can you take care of Ryan for awhile?"

"Sure.." Marissa took Ryan's hands and led him to one of the beds. Seth and Summer waved goodbye and went down to the bottom floor to find vending machines.

"So.. Have you had a good time so far?" Seth watched as Summer sat by the vending machine, four bags of chips and some candy bars in hand.

"Actually, yeah.. Best road trip ever," she smiled at him.

"It's not over yet."

"No.. it's not," she turned her glance sideways to him, watching as he fumbled with the juices he was carrying and picking nervously at the wrappers on them. She's right, it wasn't over.. Not between them at least. Or the road trip, right. She had.. Um, what's his face now. Sure, it wasn't serious. But her and Seth were friends, that's it. He messed it up when he left on the sailboat for 3 months. Obviously she wasn't enough to keep him there. Although she knew it was more than just her, "Let's go back to the room," she nudged his shoulder and helped him up. They made their way back to the room in silence. Not awkward silence, just comfortable silence. They could finally just be relaxed around each other. No fighting, no tears, no lies. Just them. Friends or relationship, it was Summer and Seth.

"Come on, let's lay down," Marissa pushed Ryan onto the bed. He had been bugging her about going for a ride and all kinds of stupid stuff since Seth and Summer left. He finally obeyed and lay down next to her on the bed. They both lay on their backs looking to the ceiling.

Ryan peaked over his shoulder to Marissa who was laying next to him. He could get used to this feeling, even if he was really drunk, "I think I really messed up," he sighed.

"What do you mean?" she turned to her side, watching him.

"When I told you we should just be friends," he kept his watch on the ceiling. Marissa was shocked, she didn't expect him to say that, "And with Lindsay, the date with Alex. It was stupid. I was just denying stuff I guess. I spent the whole time in Chino, waiting to get home, to you.. And when I do I just push you away…. You were right… you were right," his voice trailed off as he fell to sleep. Marissa couldn't keep a smile off of her face. Why was he saying this now? Sure, Ryan was drunk, but this was coming straight from his heart, she could tell.

"Goodnight," she whispered as she kissed his head and rolled over on her side, drifting off to sleep.

Aw, I hope you guys like this chapter.. I went over it so many times, and I had the idea for naked-drunk Ryan going through my head all day at work. I know some of this is corny, stupid, and unrealistic, but I think it's hilarious. Maybe it's just me. Next chapter, well you'll just have to see.. I'm thinking about making them go to Wal-Mart sometime soon, or maybe share some stories about their pasts.