A/N: Thanks to the reviewers... again. You guys rock my socks off... :D Also, this might have some suggestive-ish-ness, and also Marissa bashing. Because I hate that selfish bitch. Don't read if you don't like, but flames are always lovely to read. :)

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The sound of a beeping horn echoed through the house premises. It was coming from Summer's shiney silver convertable, looking as if it had been bought yesterday instead of a few long weeks ago. The beeping continued mercilessly, until a bedraggled looking Seth ran out the door and pulled Summer's hand off the horn.

"Will you please not make that sound, its really obnoxious. I'll go get Ryan. Now you stay here and try to fight your beeping addiction. Hey if I said that on Jerry Springer people would think you were a sex addict. Because of the beep. You know how they beep out words? Like, so they would think I was saying 'fight your fucking addiction' - " The high-pitch of Seth's voice seemed directly connected to how much sense his words were making - and right now his voice was very high. Summer just stared at him icily. Seth smiled sweetly and ran off to snatch Ryan.

In fifteen minutes the three entered Alexandra Sheller's beach house, which looked eerily similar to Holly's. If you catch my drift. And I think you do. Seth and Summer disappeared almost immediately, leaving Ryan to busy himself grabbing a beer and looking for his would-be hook-up. He looked through the bikini clad girls dancing and the stoners in the corner, most of them already passed out, an alcoholic smelling liquid pouring around them from many knocked-over red plastic cups.

Suddenly someone came up behind him, and Ryan turned to see another scantily-clad girl, in a bright pink bikini top and shorts, with very blonde hair and very blue eyes. She smiled at him seductively, taking his beer and taking a swig. Ryan smiled. This must be her- Alexandra.

"This your place?" He asked off-handedly, but he knew that it was. She nodded, but didn't say anying, and even if she wanted to, by the scent of her breath it would probably be strange and slurred. Ryan finished off his beer, and grabbed another one. He would have to be fairly tipsy to do this.

"So... I've sheen you around Ryan." Alexandra said lamely. Ryan nodded, chugging the second beer, and decided that was definately not strong enough if he was going to sleep with some random Orange County ho.

Four very full cups of vodka later, Ryan found himself with on a bed. It was very soft and squishy. It probably would be good for bouncing. That would be fun! But then he realized jumping on a bed with a girl attached to his mouth would probably be futile.

Alexandra didn't seem to want to waste any time. She peeled Ryan's shirt off deftly as his half-numb fingers fumbled with the strings on her bikini top. She pushed his hands away and tore it off herself, at the same time digging her tounge into his throat like she was trying to reach his appendix. Her hands roamed down his cheast and to the zipper on his pants.

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Fourty-five minutes later, Ryan stepped out of the room, Alexandra hot on his heels. He turned to say something, but she just shrugged like she did this at every drunken beach house party she had. Which she probably did, being a random Orange County ho. She started stepping away, then turned around, and pushed Ryan against the door, giving him one last deep kiss, before disappearing into the crowd of girls that looked just like her.

Suddenly someone else was at his side, hitting his arm. Ryan turned and received one of these blows to his face. He leapt away drunkenly, grabbing onto the counter to steady himself, slowly turning his head. It looked like someone familiar. Oh, Summer. He took a step back, trying to get away from her but just ended up falling back, suddenly appreciating the feeling of the carpet, nice and soft and squishy but not as squishy as the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing with that whore Alexandra Sheller? You are supposed to be with me." She hissed selfishly, and obviously she had not abstained from drink either. Ryan looked up at her, dazed.

"So you can fuck me and Seth but I can only fuck you? Not that we have, but knowing us we will." And then something very strange happened. Ryan giggled. And the world had a moment of silence in its honor. But back to the story.

"Stupid ass. Stupid ass. Alexandra is such a skank! Why would you sleep with her, stupid ass?" Now Summer fell over too, and giggled, but that wasn't as strange or twisted, obviously. Ryan grabbed her arm and pulled her close as Summer continued to giggle, her dark bangs twisting with Ryan's blonde ones when they met.

He kissed her in a way that he thought was gentle but was really sort of bumbling, but Summer didn't care because she, too was rather bumbling as I so elegantly put it. They didn't hear Seth's slightly slurred voice draw nearer.

"I just saw Summer and Ryan a second ago..."

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A/N: No I'm not that mean to end it there, leaving you deep in the thicket of suspense as to whether Seth saw them or not and what he did. I guess I will continue and give you a nice loooong chapter so you will forgive me for not updating for a week during which I will be on vaca baby... So have a nice long chapter. Don't spend it all in one place!

A/N 2: Yes! Ryan got some ass! You know we only know of one definate time that he had sex in two years. I am just so merciful for Ryan's needs. ;)

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Ryan woke up with a splitting head ache. Slowly he rose from his bed and trudged into the bathroom, looking in the slightly smudged mirror, inspecting his black eye.

He couldn't believe it really, that Seth had punched him. And it wasn't even a weak punch. Ryan had stood up to defend his and Summer's honor and the next thing he knew Seth's fist was colliding into his face, hard. It didn't hurt so much any more than the other times he had had a black eye, so he knew Seth hadn't snapped his cheekbone or anything, though he had probably pretty close.

Ryan's blue eyes slid down his face to his red, slightly swollen cheek where Marissa had slapped him. Four times. Hard. Now he knew how Luke felt. But he was livid about this poor cheek, because it was Marissa who didn't want to be with him. She had no right to be mad at him. But of course you can't hit a girl. Or a Seth, for that matter.

Very gingerly he returned to the bedroom of his pool house and pulled on some clothes. He found Seth sitting at the counter, eating dry cereal. Ryan's favorite cereal. It had been a new box- but now the contents were spilled across the floor. Ryan was very near to laughing, but figured he rather not. It would only be throwing salt on his wound.

Gingerly, he made his way around the massive cereal spill and out the front door, before Seth could say anything to make Ryan feel any worse than he did already. He collapsed onto the front steps, and fumbled for his cell phone, which flew out of his grasp and tumbled down the stairs. Quickly he grabbed it, made sure it wasn't completely ruined, and then held down the number eight, speed dialing Summer.

"Hello?" She said distractedly, like he was interrupting something very important. Ryan though he could hear The Valley Season One in the background but wasn't sure.

"Hey, Summer. It's Ryan."

"Oh. Ryan, I was thinking, maybe we shouldn't talk or anything because of what happened last night, I mean, Seth and Marissa are so pissed at me, and I don't think we should make it worse."

"Summer. I got a black eye and a swollen cheek for this. Us. So let's not not talk."

"You don't talk anyway! But... fine..." Summer sighed loudly, and Ryan heard the TV being paused in the background.

"Good."

"Good."

"So?"

"So what?"

"What do you, you know, want to like, do?"

"I don't know."

"Okay."

"You could come here and let me paint your toes and amuse me with your quick wit, because the people who used to do those things are no longer talking to me."

"You paint Marissa's toes?"

"What?"

"That's really..."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"Okay. So are you coming over?"

"Sure. Fifteen minutes."

"Sure."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Even for Ryan, who was never really a fan of the telephone, thought that might be the awkwardest phone conversation ever. What was he even thinking calling Summer? He would go over there and, what? Try on clothes? Make her listen to emo bands? He didn't think Summer would want to make out after this, and thats basically what he did with Marissa. And Lindsay - but with the latter he also studied physics. He wondered if Summer was into physics. He had a feeling the answer was no.

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At Summer's doorstep, he quickly rang the doorbell before he could chicken out and run away. A minute of muffled movement and Summer was there, smiling forcedly. His smile copied hers. They made their way upstairs, where, for what felt like eternity, they sat in silence on Summer's very pink bed, when Summer decided to take action.

Ryan watched Summer crawl over to him, and push him down against the bed, noticing its squishyness. Hesitantly she pressed her lips againts his for a moment, and then pulled back. Ryan was baffled, but guiltily happy, as Seth's face flashed before his eyes for the quickest second before Summer kissed him again, her tongue licking his lips. He parted them quickly, and flipped her over, pushing his tongue gingerly into her mouth, exploring it. And then everything seemed to slow down, like in those cheesy movies, as someone opened the door, and Ryan regretted the decision to stay in the O.C. where he would be mentioned everywhere in fanfics, the only place where this could happen.

Marissa's voice rang out, in a mixture in a scream and a growl. She dug her fingers in Ryan's shirt and pulled him viciously off Summer, who looked anything but guilty, more along the lines of irritated, like a fly was buzzing loudly in her ears.

"What the fuck? Ryan, what the fuck? I thought you loved me! ME, Ryan, not the two biggest whores in Orange County. Fuck, I mean, can't you do better than Alexandra Sheller and her?" Marissa spoke the last word with so much contempt Ryan wouldn't have been surprised if Summer burst into flames or was suddenly attacked by a flock of bees. Or a pack of bees. Oh, a swarm. Now I remember and I'm too lazy to delete the rest. Deal, bitch. I love you.

"Marissa? May I enlighten you a little bit to my life for the past week-ish? Okay, I kiss you, you pull away, saying your with Alex. So I hook up with Summer, which I get a black eye and a swollen face for, and now you are jealous?" Ryan asked, his face flushing in the parts that weren't already red from being slapped repetitively.

"Ryan! I always loved you! Sorry for being a little guilty that I was making out with my ex-boyfriend when I have a girlfriend! You should have waited instead of having sex with Sheller and this bitch!" Marissa was beginning to scream. Summer stood up, and finally decided to do something to stop the hatred from ruining her fung shui. Or worse, her hair.

Carefully she grabbed Marissa's arm and began to tug her towards the door, saying something soothingly. Ryan was left in the room. As soon as he heard the girls heading for the door, he scurried out, slipping out the back door, running round the front to see Marissa's car driving off and Summer returning to her room. That girl must be like magic to ward off an angry anorexic.

Ryan leapt into the car, and sped off. He would have felt guilty, but he was sort of maxed out.

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Seth was waiting at the door. He looked angry, but not quite as angry as when he had first seen the makings of Summeryan. Ryan stepped out of the gar waringly, but he didn't know why he was being so careful- he could knock out Seth with a punch, but that kid was a mystery. Before last night, Ryan never would of believed that he could give anyone a black eye, let alone his macho foster brother from the wrong side of the tracks.

"Hello." Seth said coldly, and motioned with his head that Ryan should follow him into the kitchen. Ryan obeyed, dociely bowing his head. When they reached the kitchen, Ryan noted that the cereal had been cleaned up. Probably Seth had realized how pathetic cereal spilling was and realized a new and more satisfying way of revenging his broken heart.

"Ryan, let's talk. Man to man. About, oh I don't know, the way you heartlessly-"

"Seth, I'm sorry okay, you can have Summer! She doesn't want me." Ryan lied, though maybe Summer wouldn't be too keen on him after he had run away without saying good bye after she had defended him from a very skinny rhino.

"No. Its not about me and Summer, that just stung a little bit. What about... us?"

Ryan had not expected this.

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A/N: Not as bad of a cliff hanger, you must agree. Now enjoy that, and review. Reviewing will give you fresh breath without the intense flavor! New chapter when I get back. Leave requests/suggestions/questions/dilemas/paradoxes if you have them. :)