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Marissa flopped back on the dirty couch, idly staring at the pile of homework that Ryan had dropped off a week ago. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. Who he was doing. It still stung that he was with Summer, but she knew that was bad. She shouldn't care, she had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that was going to be home soon and ask her why the dishes weren't washed, why the trash wasn't taken out, in a calm voice that hid her true feelings.

On cue, the door creaked open, and Alex stepped into the house. She looked around at the scene. Marissa, curled up on the ugly yellow sofa, nudging a pile of papers with her toe, the trash cans overflowing almost more than the sink.

"Marissa, babe, why didn't you take out the garbage or do the dishes?" Alex asked politely, her weariness with this situation seeping into her words. Marissa looked around guiltily.

"I'm sorry Alex, really, it's just…" Marissa was running out of excuses. The real excuse was, she couldn't do work, she had never done work, and deep down, she thought that she shouldn't have to do work.

Alex collapsed next to her on the couch, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "It's alright. It's been a… hard week." She said quietly. Marissa knew Alex was thinking of when she had come home in a blind fury late one night, half drunk, screaming something about Ryan and Summer. Neither of them had brought it up.

"Thanks," Marissa murmured back quietly, kissing her lightly. Alex smiled against her girlfriend's lips, pulling her in, making the kiss deeper, and then pulled back lightly.

"So, have you found a job?" She asked softly in between kisses.

Marissa yanked away suddenly. "Are you tired?" She asked innocently.

"What?" Alex said, dumbfounded.

"Well, I'm going to go… lie down." Marissa said, winking slightly and slithering out the door. Alex sat quietly for a moment. Whenever Alex tried to talk about jobs or chores or money, Marissa would want to lie down. Which meant, have sex. But Marissa was too classy to say that out loud.

"What's a girl to do?" Alex asked exasperatingly, following Marissa into the bedroom.

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A silver convertible slid into the Cohen's driveway. Summer slinked out of the car and walked carefully around the house to the pool house. She was wearing her best come hither outfit. Or really, she just called it her 'fuck me' outfit. She wore it a few times with Seth. Once was in a restaurant. They asked them to please never come back.

Summer opened the door of the pool house silently, and was about to go in when she heard voices.

"So, me and Kirstin were wondering, what the hell?"

"It was… n-nothing."

"Didn't look like nothing."

"Well, that's what it was…"

Summer heard Sandy sigh loudly.

"Well, we'll finish this conversation later. Obviously you aren't going to answer any questions right now. But you will." Summer leapt clumsily out of the way, into the shadow that the pool house had cast.

She heard Sandy muttering to himself. "Making out… plain view… practically brothers…" Summer gaped pointlessly in the shadows. Obviously, Sandy and Ryan were talking about him making out with someone in plain view… Someone who was practically his brother. And unless Summer was extremely out of the loop, that person had to be Seth.

Summer waited for a few moments, and then walked boldly into the pool house. Ryan was sitting on the edge his bed, his knees drawn to his chest, his face buried in his hands.

"Wow, Ryan, depressed much?" She asked loudly. Ryan leapt up, look around desperately. Summer realized how totally fallen apart Ryan was. His hair was messed up, his eyes red, his clothes looking wrinkled and stained. She frowned slightly.

"Ryan, are you okay?" She asked anxiously, forgetting the plan that she had come here with- make him hard and dump his ass.

He nodded wordlessly. "Uh, you look, wow." He said finally as he collapsed back on his bed. She sat down next to him, and brushed his hair from his eyes.

"Hot, I know. But, Ryan, what the hell is going on? Sandy was muttering about you making out with someone. Someone you were practically brothers with." She asked, trying to disguise the eagerness from her voice. This might be the juiciest gossip of the year. The nerd and the sexy loner were boning.

"Oh. Don't tell anyone, please? Especially Marissa. God. I don't know what happened. It was like, me and Seth were talking… about you… and then we decided it was a wash, and so we got drunk, and all of a sudden we were making out." He said quietly, refusing to look her in the eye.

There was a moment of complete silence, and then Summer was cracking up. "Wow, you and Seth. So are you gay?" She continued to laugh.

Ryan glared at her. "It's… it's not funny. Stop laughing!" But her laughter was too infectious, and soon they were both laughing. Eventually they stopped, and there was another moment of silence, and all of a sudden they were kissing.

Ryan rolled on top of her, his hands exploring her body, sliding her shirt off, peeling off his wife beater.

"Still think I'm gay?" He asked, suavely unhooking her bra. Summer smiled and shook her head, pulling him back to kiss her.And then, he leapt up. She looked at him strangely.

"I'm locking the door." He said with a smile, sliding back onto the bed, pulling her on top of him, her hands on the zipper of his pants, dragging them off purposefully.

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Summer woke up in Ryan's bed with the feeling that she had made a terrible decision. She looked at naked sleeping Ryan with a confused anguished. Why was she so sad? It had been great. But strangely, she wished she had been with Seth. Shaking her head sadly, Summer gathered her clothes and slid them on. As an afterthought, she grabbed one of Ryan's sweatshirts and pulled it over her head. This outfit should not be used flippantly.

Ryan slept on. Summer desperately wanted to get out of this pool house without talking to him, but she didn't want him to wake up with her gone without explanation. Suddenly she saw a pad of paper and a pen next to the phone. She knew it was horrible, but she couldn't talk to Ryan face to face.

Ryan- I know that its horrible that I just wrote you a note, but I can't talk to you. Last night was amazing. But it was sooooo wrong. Let's just call it a one night stand and be friends. Please don't hate me. –Summer

Oh, and by the way, I took one of your sweatshirts.

Satisfied with her letter, Summer slipped out, carrying her stilettos in her hands. She padded to the front door, and rang the doorbell. After a long silence, Seth swung the door open.

"Summer. Hey." He said glumly. He looked almost as disheveled as Ryan. Summer looked around carefully, and then stepped into the house.

"Seth. In the spirit of honesty, I'm going to be. Honest. Alright. I know you hate me for being with Ryan, and you're allowed to, especially since I slept with him, and I know that you made out with him, but… When I was with Ryan, all I could think about was you. You're always with me, Seth. You're like… a bad habit. Or bacteria. I know that doesn't sound good but…I think I love you…" She stopped slowly, looking at him straight in the eye.

Seth looked around shiftily. "You know I made out with Ryan?"

"That's the thing you're thinking about? God, Seth." She smiled at him. After a long moment of more shifty eyes, Seth smiled back, and hugged her close to him.

"I love you too, Summer."