Thanks for all the reviews and sorry this took so long. The new promos have provided some inspiration. Not that this is at all based on any of that, because it isn't. Okay, enough of my rambling. I don't own anything except for my writing. Enjoy!

Trey awoke to the sound of a baby crying. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and when he did, he lifted up his blanket to shield himself from his surroundings.

"I know baby, it's time for breakfast, isn't it?" he heard Theresa coo. She walked into the living room to sit down, and screamed when she saw that there was someone on the couch. "Arturo!" Trey winced, but didn't move from his spot on the couch, or reveal his face to her.

Arturo flew out of his room and was at her side within seconds. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you. Trey needed a place to crash-"

She disgustedly gestured to the lump on the couch. "Trey! As in Trey Atwood?"

Trey chose this moment to stop pretending he was asleep. "The one and only." He smirked at her with a hint of bitterness. Theresa, like Marissa, had denied him a chance to love her, devoting herself to Ryan. The good one.

Theresa held the infant tighter and looked pointedly at Arturo. "His mom left us a bottle of formula, but it's not in the refrigerator."

Catching on quickly, he nodded. "I'll go get some if you want."

"No, no, that's okay. I'll go. Could you just hold him while I go get dressed?"

She passed the bundle to Arturo. After Theresa was gone, he held the baby closely, whispering assuring words to him and kissing his forehead. Trey looked at Arturo skeptically. "I thought you hated kids."

Arturo beamed, holding the baby so that Trey couldn't see its face. "Not this one. So what happened with Ryan?"

"He's dating this girl, Marissa and she's like, the princess of Newport."

Arturo nodded. "Caliente. Sweet too. He's a lucky guy." Trey looked at him confused. "Thanksgiving? When you asked Ry to steal that car for you?"

Trey nodded, gritting his teeth. He wondered if Arturo had already sided with Ryan. Why even listen to Trey if Ryan's the perfect one? "Right, she seems really cool at first, but it turns out she's a manipulative, two-faced bitch." The night before, he'd practiced this story in his mind so many times that he was starting to believe it. "Ry went to Miami over spring break, and Marissa and I hung out while he was gone. We were having a few drinks, and before I knew it she was completely smashed. And I was feeling pretty good myself. She started getting all flirty and touching me, saying all this really personal and suggestive stuff…and dude, hot girl, 18 months of prison, and a lot of alcohol…there's no way I'd have turned her down."

Arturo hesitantly nodded. He was pretty sure Trey was lying. He didn't know Marissa well, but he'd known Trey his whole life, and didn't put too much stock in his word. Still, he already sounded angry, so Arturo wasn't going to question him. "And then he found out?"

"Yeah. But he thinks Marissa's this perfect angel who never does anything wrong, so when he found out, she told him that I came onto her, and then tried to rape her. And he believed her! He believed that stuck up rich bitch over his brother!"

"So you didn't come on to her?"

"What? No way! She's Ry's girl, and if I hadn't been so fucked up I would have told her no right away. But she kept pushing it and come on, I'm human. But now he thinks I tried to rape her."

Theresa stood in the doorway glaring at Trey. "Ryan must know that you would never do something like that." She walked around the couch and picked up the baby. Arturo looked between Trey and his sister, understanding the meaning of this exchange, but not wanting to believe it. "I'll be back in a little bit. Good to see you, Trey." Her voice was eerily calm as she walked away.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was?"

Trey feigned innocence. "What?"

Arturo felt anger coursing through him. "Get the hell out of my house."

"Turo-"

"I'm going back to my room for a minute. If you aren't gone when I get back, you'll wish you'd never set foot in Chino."

During ride back to the pool house, Journey softly played in the stereo and anticipation hung in the air. As soon as he'd pulled into the driveway, he walked to her side of the car, taking her hand as she stepped out and he kissed her urgently, pressing her against the car door.

"Mmm," she moaned, forcing herself to push him away. "Pool house."

Ryan took her hand as they shared a knowing smile. Once inside, she stood in front of him and without taking her eyes away from his, she pushed his jacket off over his shoulders, feeling the heat coming off of his chest. Next, she untied his tie, pulling it out and tossing it on the floor with his jacket.

He pushed her back towards the bed, and gently nibbled at her neck. She let out a pleasured groan, raking her fingers through his hair to pull him closer. He pulled back and reached behind her to untie her dress. When he came to a knot, she turned her back to him so he could see it more easily. After a few moments of fumbling, his fingers pulled the ties loose. When the dress was loose enough to pull down, he stopped and pulled back to look at her. His eyes searched hers and she nodded, letting him pull it down.

The dress puddled at her feet and she stepped out of it as his lips returned to hers. She could feel his growing erection as he pressed against her thigh, and excitement surged through her body. Suddenly she just couldn't get enough of him. She wanted to see more of him, touch more of him, and be filled with him. Her fingers worked quickly to undo all the buttons on his shirt and after he shrugged it off, she took a moment to admire the newly exposed skin before pushing him down on the bed.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust as she pinned him on the bed. She positioned her body over his, rolling her hips, causing a small moan to escape his lips. His head fell back and his eyes closed, but not wanting to end it before it started, he grabbed her hips, halting her movements.

"Marissa?"

She nibbled on his ear, her hand moving down to the fly of his pants. "Hmm?"

He struggled to get the words out between ragged breaths. "Are you sure?" He gasped when he felt her grip him firmly through his pants. It took all his strength to keep talking when her hand moved up and down along his length. "I mean it hasn't been that long since..."

She let go and looked at him affectionately, feeling herself fall in love with him just a little bit more. "I'm sure," she replied, nodding affirmatively, pressing her lips against his. "But..."

She didn't continue; instead she nervously bit her lip. "What is it?"

"Before we do this, I think you should know...I haven't been with anyone since Luke, and only once with him."

Surprised and relieved, he smiled adoringly. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He hesitated before adding, "Actually, I haven't since...well you know, that one time."

She was grateful that he didn't say any more than that, but also surprised that he hadn't with Lindsay or some random girl in Chino. "You do have a condom, right?"

"Oh yeah. I haven't left the pool house without one since I got back to Newport."

Seth opened the door of the limo Zach had rented and Summer climbed in. "Did you find Ryan?"

"Nope. It looks like he and Marissa already took off."

"Not surprising. Those two have been, like, attached at the hip lately."

"I don't think it's the hip they're attached at."

Summer smacked him playfully. "Cohen! Ew! That's your brother you're talking about!" Seth let that thought marinate and Summer smirked at the disgusted look on his face. "Oh, can we stop at the diner and pick something up? I'm totally famished."

"Sure, we've got to make sure you've got plenty of energy tonight. Are we going back to my house or yours?"

"Yours," she replied quickly. "The step-monster is having insomnia issues now."

"Well I'm sure The Sandy and The Kirsten are in bed by now. I mean asleep. Oh that's so not the mental image I wanted right now."

Summer laughed and reached across the car to grab his hand.

When they got back to the house, Seth noticed that there was a light on in the study. As soon as they walked through the door, they could hear footsteps coming towards them. Sandy looked more disheveled than Seth had ever seen him. "Dad? What are you doing up?"

Julie Cooper appeared at the top of the stairs, her face stained with tears. In a daze, she walked down the stairs, to the kitchen, and got a glass of water.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Your grandfather had another heart attack."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He's gone, Seth."

Seth's face went pale, and Sandy wrapped his arms around him. Summer stood back, watching with concern.

"Are Ryan and Marissa back yet?" Seth asked.

"I don't know. I've been talking to Julie. She didn't want to be alone in that mansion tonight."

Seth nodded, understanding. "What about Mom?"

"She went straight to bed. She won't talk to anyone."

Seth looked down, miserably. "We'll go see if Marissa's in the pool house."

"Thanks, Kid."

Seth was silent as Summer led him out to the pool house. When he started to reach for the door knob, Summer stopped him. "Trust me Seth. You want to knock." She loudly rapped her knuckles on the door. They waited a minute and when there was still no response, Summer knocked again, louder this time. "Coop!"

Inside the pool house, Ryan groaned and let his head fall to Marissa's shoulder. "Okay, so I guess it's not Seth."

"Maybe we should just ignore it." Marissa had been waiting for this moment with Ryan for nearly two years and she didn't want anything to ruin it.

"Ryan, open up!" Seth yelled through the door. "I really don't want to see what's going on in there, but if I have to break in, I will."

"We should go see what they want." Reluctantly, Ryan and Marissa pulled apart. "Just a second!" Ryan called, searching for boxers and a wifebeater. He tossed one of his T-shirts, along with a pair sweat pants, to Marissa.

Ryan opened the door a crack. "What do you want Seth?" As soon as Ryan saw the look on Seth's face, he regretted his harsh tone.

For a moment, Seth looked like he didn't know what to say. When he spoke, the words came out so quickly that they surprised him. "Grandpa died."

Marissa appeared behind Ryan, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pulled open the door, letting Seth and Summer inside. "What happened?"

"He had another heart attack."

Ryan was struggling to make words come out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry man."

Seth smiled sadly. "Thanks."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Coop, your mom's inside."

Marissa nodded, kissing Ryan's cheek before walking to the main house.

Marissa lightly knocked on the door to the guest bedroom. "Mom?"

Julie stood up and smiled at her. Marissa was all she had left, and as rocky as their relationship had been in the past, she'd made a promise to herself to change that. "Sweetie, I'm so glad to see you." She embraced her daughter, sniffling back tears.

"I'm sorry about Caleb."

"It'll be okay, Marissa, I promise. We'll be okay."

Surprised by the sincerity of her mother's tears, Marissa asked, "But are you okay?"

Julie wiped her eyes and composed herself. "I will be. Kirsten I'm not so sure about."

"They were really close."

Julie nodded. "I'm going to try to get some sleep. See you in the morning?"

Marissa hugged her mother again before heading back to the pool house. She ran into Summer in the hallway.

"You okay, Coop?"

"Yeah. How's Seth dealing with it?" Summer sighed.

"It's hard to tell. Right now, he just doesn't want to be alone, so I'm going to stay with him. How's your mom?"

"She's upset, but she'll be okay."

"Are you staying with Ryan tonight?" Summer asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I should..."

"Me too."

"Night, Sum."

"Good night."

When Marissa returned to the pool house, Ryan was sitting on his bed staring blankly. Logically, he knew that the rift between him and Caleb wasn't his fault, but he stilled blamed himself, partially. "At least I know I didn't cause this one," he stated dryly. "Well, not directly, anyway." Marissa kneeled behind him, nuzzling his neck. "You okay?" he asked, and she nodded. "Your mom?"

"She will be." Ryan turned to look at her and she gently touched her lips to his. She laid down and pulled him with her so that his head was resting on her chest. As she lightly ran her fingernails up and down his back and through his hair, he finally let himself relax, settling his head between her breasts. She smiled down as his angelic face, the light of the moon making him look even more beautiful than usual. Several minutes later, when she was sure he was asleep, she whispered, "I love you," and allowed herself to go to sleep.

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