Summary: A little quality time at the merch tables. Comic-Con continues.

Story Notes: This one is a quickie.

Title comes from the John Mayer Trio song "Try"

Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C. or that ridiculous parody The Simpsons did of The O.C. tonight.

Feedback Notes: You guys are totally rocking the feedback and I love you for it. I'll have to give some shout-outs soon.

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"Hey this is totally cute for you."

"A he-man costume?"

"I could be She-Ra? We could totally rock this out for Halloween."

"Yeah sure. I also get right on that wife beater costume too."

"Ok, maybe it is a bit more suited for Ryan."

"He is He-Man. Shall I pull out the photo in my wallet?"

"You keep a photo of Ryan in your wallet? That's kind of weird, but also sweet."

"I also have photos of Captain Oats, the whole family, my coveted hand shake with Wonder Woman."

Marissa looked at him with a weird look. Her eyes were cocked upward as she watched him fondle over his wallet and expose the photos within to himself.

"Yeah, I snuck over to Kinko's this morning and had them make me a color resize of the original," Seth said with great glee.

"Ok. So any photos of me in there?"

"Well, actually..."

Seth fumbled with his wallet and tried to close it.

Marissa playfully smiled, grabbing a hold of his hand. She tugged gently at his wallet trying to get a glance of her own.

"Come on, let me see," Marissa replied.

While she made the physical plea for his wallet the tension built for Seth as her hand was grazing against his. Seth's eyes wandered down to her hand and watched as it made bodily contact with his. His face slowly lifted up and his body gave out. His hands unintentionally released grasp of the wallet. It eased into Marissa's hands and she backed away.

Instantly she flipped through the photos. One by one he was proved right. There was a photo of Captain Oats, a photo of him and Ryan from Chrismukkah, even a photo of the firmly titled fantastic four. Marissa's smiles and ease started to fade as she came to the final photo sleeve and saw there wasn't a photo of her or even her and Seth together. All Seth's closest friends, adamant and otherwise, were in his wallet except her.

"I just haven't gotten around to adding you in. I mean I kind of thought we were you know, so I….," Seth said as he fumbled his words.

"You had to… Oh I get it. Erase me from your memory perhaps? You know because me and you were suppose to go back to not being friends."

"That could have been my reasoning. Can't really remember."

"No, it's cool. I understand."

But really she only started to grasp. Seth couldn't bare to have her beautiful photo in his wallet. Each time his eyes passed the photo he'd be reminded of everything he let go. They'd be friends still, but they wouldn't be what he thought he wanted at the time. A couple? No. He hadn't been able to processes his thoughts to that point. But he had wanted her close. He had wanted her touch, her warm smile, and yes her kisses. But now none of that could factor. None of that would matter. Why torture himself? That was his reasoning.

The tension between them rose high again. Even with the effortlessness it seemed it took for Marissa to be with Seth on this special weekend as just friends, she still had her moments where she wasn't sure if she could dig herself out of the holes being made. This was one of those moments.

"Hey, I think we should catch up later. For dinner. But this was totally fun. I really enjoyed that Q&A session with Natalie Portman. She was so cute in that Zach Braff movie," Marissa said.

"Yeah too bad V for Vendetta is still going to suck. That's the law of superhero movies." "But, yeah, ok catch up later. We are definitely hitting that dinner tonight."

"Sounds good I guess."

Marissa leaned back against the table and picked up a He-Man sword.

"But first I'm picking this up for Ryan. Maybe he can give it to his son."

"Yeah,what aboutteaching him the art of brooding and punching? Comics and cartoon violence should come later."

"Hmm, how very selfless of you."

Seth smiled. Marissa smiled too before turning back and handing the worker behind the table a few paper bills.

Marissa grabbed her Prada backpack from the table and turned back to Seth one last time.

"Hey," Marissa called out with a shinning grin.

Seth quietly and slowly turned around and saw Marissa standing in his view. She smiled briefly before throwing back his wallet. Seth awkwardly watched it come into his direction. And then he was literally struck out of his trance when it hit him square in his chest, falling to the floor. Seth's head moved around him to make sure this discomforted moment was going unnoticed by those around him. He then knelt down and picked up his wallet. But before he could lift himself back up Marissa was already gone, vanished from sight.