A/N- Thank you so much for all of the great reviews; I am glad that you all like the story. Nicole, I am sorry that you don't like this story, but I am not going to change the characters' attitude.
As I said in the last chapter, this is going to be my last chapter for a while because I am going on vacation. I wasn't really sure what to do for the prank, so bear with me.
Disclaimer- I do not own anything directly related to the OC.
" Summer, are you sure that Ryan won't beat me to the pulp when he figures out what we did," Seth panicked.
" No, but I'm sure that he'll get you back a lot worse."
" Thanks, that makes me feel so much better," Seth said sarcastically.
Seth and Summer where currently in Ryan and Marissa's room loading all of wife-beaters in a garbage bag. Ryan and Marissa had come by Summer and Seth's room while Seth was in the shower saying that they were going out and would see them in the morning.
" Are we done," Summer said looking in Ryan's suitcase for any forgotten 'laundry'.
" Yep."
" Okay, so Ryan and Marissa didn't take the car, so do you have the keys?"
"Um," Seth said fishing into his pockets, "wait, they're in our room. I'll be right back."
Minutes later, Seth and Summer where on their way to a laundry mat that they saw earlier.
" Are you sure that those," Seth said pointing to Summer's pink shirts that were in her lap, " are going to dye all those," he pointed to the back where all of Ryan's wife-beaters were.
" Yes. Well, at least I think so," Summer said doubtfully.
Back at Ryan and Marissa's room+
" Seth, are you sure you hid all his boxers well?"
" Positive. Actually, I gave them to some homeless person in front of the hotel. If all else failed, at least I made someone happy."
" Whatever," Summer said rolling her eyes.
" Are you sure that you put all of his newly pink wife beaters back to the same place?"
" Yeah. That's finished. You want to get something to eat. I'm not in the mood for room service anymore."
" Great! I'm starving," he said rubbing his tummy.
The next morning in Ryan and Marissa's room
" Where are we going today again," Ryan said lazily from his spot in the bed. He and Marissa had had a long night last night and he really didn't want to get up.
" To breakfast with Seth and Summer. So get your lazy ass up and get ready," Marissa said laughing at Ryan's face when she mentioned Seth and Summer.
" Why? All they're going to do is make out and feed each other again," Ryan cringed as he looked through his suitcase for his boxers.
" What the fuck," Ryan yelled as he emptied the contents of his suitcase on the bed. " Marissa, please don't tell me you gave Summer a spare key to our room."
" Yeah, why? Its for emergencies."
" Emergencies, what emergencies? Well that son of a bitch is totally dead."
" Son of a bitch? Ry, who the hell are you talking about," Marissa said clearly confused.
" Seth. He dyed my wife-beaters pink and stole all of my boxers and only left this," Ryan said holding up a very colorful tong.
" That's Sum's, we have matching ones."
" Great. I have to go kick his ass."
Ryan's POV-He is so dead. I have a feeling that Summer had a part of this because, lets face it, Seth doesn't have the balls to do it by him-self. He's in for it.
KNOCK KNOCK
" One minute," a muffled voice came from in side.
" Oh, um, hey man. How are you on this fine morning," Seth said nervously.
" Good. But guess what I found when I looking for my boxers. Summer's thong. I just came to return it," Ryan said calmly.
" Ok. Thanks man. That it?" Seth panicked.
" That and I just wanted to warn you that I am going to get you back even worse."
" Why? Can't we just call a truce," Seth said hopefully.
" Sure. But on one condition."
" Anything."
" You dress up like a drag queen," Ryan grinned.
" Maybe not anything…"
" Either that or I'll sneak into your room and shave you head. Your choice."
" The first one," Seth gulped.