"Summer!" Marissa called as she ran down the boardwalk after Summer. "Hey, Summer wait up!" Summer stopped abruptly, and turned around, tears staining her face, and her mascara running. She leant against the rail, turning to face Marissa.

"You know, I actually thought that this crazy plan would work." Summer began, shaking her head. "Didn't think he would get over me that quickly. I mean, a couple of weeks ago he was practically humping a hot dog stall telling me that he loved me, even in front of Zach! And know, he's kissing randoms! Can he get anymore . . .anymore Cohen-y!" Summer sighed, out of breath after her out-burst.

"Sum . . ." Marissa sighed, looking down. "It's obvious he's trying to get over you, but I don't think he's going to be able to."

"Oh yeah, it really looked like that." Summer replied sarcastically. Marissa shrugged.

"Well, he totally stopped when he saw you." Marissa replied, placing an arm around her shoulder. Summer leant in for a hug.

"I don't know, Coop." Summer said, shaking her head. "I guess things just can't go back to the way they were."

Ryan sat in The Bait Shop, sipping on his drink, listening to the band, since he had no idea where Summer, Marissa, or even Seth were. His phone began to vibrate in his pocket, and he got it out and answered.

"Hello?" He asked, getting up and walking towards the exit, mouth curving up into a smile when he heard who it was.

"Hey, it's me." Marissa's voice came crackling through the line.

"Hey, where are you?" Ryan asked, nodding at the guy at the door who held it open for him.

"Well . . . I'm actually at Summer's. She's still pretty upset, and I didn't know what to do." Marissa bit her lip at the other end, a bit disappointed that the evening had practically been ruined for her and Ryan.

"Oh, so do you want me to come pick you up?" Ryan said, fishing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the car.

"Um, Sum asked if I would spend the night. . ." Marissa replied. "I'm really sorry, I hope I haven't ruined the evening for you. I mean you could still go back to the concert if you want right . . ."

"Marissa. . ." Ryan interrupted, climbing into his car. "It's fine, really, go spend some time with Summer, she probably needs someone to talk to right now." He looked down, a little upset that he couldn't be with Marissa.

"Just so you know, I would much rather spend some time with you. . ." Marissa answered, hoping it would make him feel better.

"Same, but don't worry, okay?" Ryan replied, starting the engine up. "I'll see you tomorrow or something."

"Yeah, okay."

"So, speak later?"

"Definitely."

"Bye."

"Bye, Ry." Marissa sighed, hanging up the phone.

Ryan hummed along to the tune on the radio, as he drove back from The Bait Shop. He was still pretty pissed off with Seth after the whole 'kissing' thing. Ryan began tapping on the steering wheel, he had an idea. He pulled his car into the nearest road, turning round. He sped back down the highway, pulling in at The Bait Shop. He got out and ran to the entrance.

"Ticket, please?" The big man at the door asked, while Ryan showed it to him. It didn't take long to find Seth in the bustling club, he was at the bar, drinking his worries away with his fruit juice.

"Hey, man." Ryan said, as he slid into a bar stool next to Seth. Seth looked up, and rose his eyebrows.

"Hey. Where's Marissa?" Seth asked, as he took another sip of his drink, nodding his head to the music as Journey blasted out of the speakers.

"Umm.." Ryan said, thinking carefully. "I don't know. Where's Alex?" Seth groaned.

"Don't even go there, buddy." Seth answered, sighing. "Dude, it's like I'm a disease to women. It's like I go near them, then BAM! They hate me."

"They don't hate you, Seth." Ryan replied, taking a sip from his newly bought drink.

"Ah, that's where your wrong." Seth said, turning towards Ryan. "They do hate me."

"They don't." Seth dismissed Ryan with a flick of his hand. "Whatever, Ryan, whatever."

"So are you gonna apologise?" Ryan asked, turning around so he could at least catch a little bit of the band. Seth swallowed his drink.

"To who?" Seth wondered aloud. Ryan gave Seth his famous 'look' and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on. You know who." Ryan replied. "Summer." Seth sighed, and looked down.

"I don't know. Do you think I should?" Seth answered, looking back up at Ryan. Ryan nodded slowly.

"You made her cry, man!" Ryan replied. "At least say something to her. Look, why don't we go round her place now?"

"Summer's? I don't think her dad will be too pleased to see me, I may have to climb through a window." Seth said, shrugging, but with a smile on his face. He contemplated the idea, and nodded his head. "We've got some rope in the back, right?" Ryan laughed, and nodded his head.

"Come on." The two paid for their drinks, and left the club.

Sandy sat at his office desk, and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced at his clock which was balanced precariously on top of his papers. The red digits read 22.46. Damn, he'd promised Kirsten he would be home by 9. He switched off his computer screen monitor, and packed the files into his briefcase. He got up, and turned his desk side lamp off, walking out of his office door. Sandy was just about to close it, when he heard the familiar ringing sound of his phone on his desk. Not wanting to miss an important call, he rushed back and grabbed the phone, flipping it up.

"Hello?" He answered, sliding back into his black leather chair. The line was cracking up, but the sound of someone's voice came through faintly.

"Is this Sandy Cohen?" The voice answered, sounding urgent.

"Yes, this is he. May I ask who's speaking?" Sandy replied, leaning forward, puzzled as to who would ring him at such an hour, but the other end had hung up, and the only thing he could hear was the dial tone.

A/N:- OMG I'm such a bitch I haven't updated in ages, I'm really sorry…forgive me  …so if you wanna find out what happens when the boys visit Summer's, when Julie's 'bump' causes more trouble, and who the hell rang Sandy….REVIEW!