A/N: Thanks so0o much for reviewing, those few people who have stooped to reading my pathetico story. Anyways, I'm just sort of writing this randomly, so if you have any ideas, feel free to drop them. Unless you want me to continue in this random, rambling, mack-full way of writing Review. Please. If you want. :)

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It was early morning and unbelievably quiet. Ryan stood up, rubbing his eyes, and pulling on a shirt as he walked out of the pool house and into the kitchen. It had been three days and sixteen hours since he had kissed Summer. Two days and twelve hours since Seth had kissed him.

Ryan had spoken a total of twenty-three words outside of class. One was to Seth, when he had decided to babble, so Ryan had turned off his ears as he had trained himself to do in situations like this (well not like, his best friend kissing him and then not talking to him but Seth rambling in general) and just nodded along. Finally, when Seth seemed to be done, Ryan said, "okay" and went back to reading his bio textbook.

A wave of relief rushed through him as he stepped into the kitchen to find it deserted. He reached for a sesame bagel quickly, afraid that Sandy was watching from somewhere to come and snatch it. Well, maybe that was a little paranoid, Sandy had only done that four times.

With the bagel resting in his stomach, Ryan relaxed in his chair, flipping vacantly through a Rivera magazine that was sitting on the counter. At the sound of footsteps he quickly stood, and scurried out the door, and glad he did, because through the blinds he could see it was Seth. It looked like he had just rushed in, trying to catch Ryan off-guard. They hadn't said a word to each other since Ryan said "okay", and only because Ryan was avoiding him. He saw Seth snap comically, and then head for the kitchen doors.

Ryan looked around frantically, then dove behind the grill, but ended up banging his head against the marble. He yelped and held his head, trying to see if it was bleeding. He had hit it pretty hard.

"Stealth, man. Really stealth." Seth appeared out of nowhere. He must have been taking hints from Sandy. "So man, are you ever going to stop ignoring me? No? Okay well then I'm going to talk. I know you weren't listening last time so listen this time, because I've practiced and I think I've improved the monologue quite a bit, you know, tightened some loose ends-"

"Seth." Ryan interrupted, in the same tone that Summer did when she meant "get on with it you crazy mumbling freak".

"Yea okay. So. Um. I'm sorry? I think. Actually, I know. I am sorry. For the whole, pool house debacle. And. Maybe we can just forget it? You know, I was just a little tipsy probably, off like… air… and… a Sprite- but that's not the point! You see. I'm not- I mean, it's not like…" Throughout this Ryan still sat amused, watching Seth stutter and hand-gesture through his speech, which obviously had not gone the way he planned.

"Seth. What are you trying to say?" Ryan asked curtly. He really wanted to get some Advil. He would probably have to get more after this mess that Seth was unburdening.

"Okay. This is. What I am trying to say. Is. Let's just forget that it happened, okay? I'm not… You know… And I know you aren't. And it was just a weird, awkward…" He drifted off, trying to find a word to finish the sentence. "thing. A weird, awkward thing. It won't happen again. So let's just forget it. And let's NOT tell Summer- she already thinks I'm… you know."

Ryan nodded slowly, trying not to upset his head. "Okay. Good. So I'm going to go." Seth grabbed his arm.

"Wait man. Just… Say something, okay? You've said about ten words to me since… The incident." Ryan just looked at Seth's hand touching his arm. So did Seth. He abruptly let go, but Ryan tried to shake it off.

"This shouldn't be this weird. I mean you should be able to touch me. I mean, not touch me but you know. Okay I'm feeling a little too like you right now, so I'm going to go get some painkillers." He said, heading for the pool house. He heard Seth yell something at his back. What was he screaming about now? Oh.

"I hope you just stay away from Tijuana, if you know what I mean, man, and I think you do."

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Summer's silver car pulled into the driveway of the Cohen's house. She looked around sneakily, listening for the tell-tale signs of Seth's existence- incessant babbling and the Playstation making light saber noises. She was pretty sure he was gone for a sailing lesson but you could never be too safe with Cohen men. They just pop up everywhere.

She snuck into the backyard, being very "stealth", she could hear Seth's voice saying, as she neared the pool house and swung open the door.

"Ryan? I need to…ahh! Oh, you aren't totally naked." Ryan was standing in the middle of the room in mere boxers. He turned red and grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on quickly.

Summer smiled sweetly. "Come on Ryan, I've seen you in a bathing suit, relax it up, okay?" This just made Ryan turn even redder.

"Summer, this is weird enough without me being half-naked. I mean, what happened the other day…" He drifted off, not wanting to ramble like Seth again. Summer dropped her purse, and locked the door behind her.

"That's what I'm here to talk about…well not talk exactly..." She said quietly, gliding over to him and pushing him lightly with one hand onto the bed that she had once shared with Seth. She fell on top of him, and kissed him deeply. Ryan didn't kiss back, but slid out from under her.

"What about Seth?" He asked, breathless. Summer winced visibly, but then smiled sweetly, climbing back on top of him as she spoke.

"I love Seth. But he doesn't… satisfy me. I know you can…" She kissed him harder, and pulled him on top of her. This time Ryan did kiss back.

All of a sudden he heard a door slam shut and Seth's voice complain about Larry skipping his lesson without warning. Apparently Summer heard too, and leaped up faster than lightening, grabbing her purse and smoothing down her hair, breathing deeply.

"Oh my god, Ryan! Think of an excuse, quick!" She whispered, hitting him on the shoulder as he lay stupidly on the bed still. He paused for a second, then leapt up and opened the door to a still-complaining Seth. And then the complaining stopped as he saw Summer standing as nonchalantly as she could next to the bed.

"Summer? What. What are you? What? WHAT?" His voice slowly went higher and higher as the confusion in his voice increased. Summer smiled, and hurried over to him, tugging her shirt down nervously and pecking him on the cheek.

"I just came to see you sweetie! I totally forgot about your sailing lesson, which Ryan here was informing me of. Yes. So, I got to go because I also forgot my schedule. I have an appointment with Burke Williams. So, bye. Seth. Ryan. See you later." She nodded decisively at the last word and scurried out of the house.

Seth shook his head in confusion, paused for a moment, and then kept talking. "So, Ryan. There is a party tonight. That girl… the hot one that was into you, she's going to be there. It's at her beach house. So I thought we'd head out like nine- wait man. Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Never mind, I don't want to know, pretend I didn't say that. So nine. See you then."

Ryan smiled briefly as Seth walked away, then closed the door, to put on a shirt probably.