He'll Be Back
A/N: thanks for the reviews, sorry it took so long to update I was stuck with a combination of writer's block and no free time.
Chapter Eight
Summer entered her house and let out a sigh of relief. She was so tense from the whole interrupted sex thing that she was practically shaking on the drive home. She shut the door and headed up the stairs.
"Princess?" her father called from the den. She jumped at the sound of his voice in the large echoing entry. She turned down the steps and proceeded towards her father.
"Hey, you're back!" she said with forced enthusiasm. As nice as it was to have him home she was accustom to the freedom that she had while he was away. She walked into the den where he sat on the black leather couch reading a yachting magazine. He stood up and placed the magazine on the coffee table.
"I missed you," he said embracing her. She leaned into the hug but found him stiff and unwilling to tighten his arms. She looked up at him with sad eyes. Her father loved making her happy and saw that she had money at her disposable, but he was not one to show affection.
"Missed you too," she said with fake toothy smile, her cheeks pulled tight. He sat back down and looked at her expectantly, eager to read his article again. Summer stood uncomfortably waiting for her father to formally end the conversation.
"You can go and do your homework," he said picking his magazine up and flipping the pages. It wasn't summer break or anything.
Summer walked slowly out of the room and headed back up the stairs. She lay back onto her bed and grabbed the phone off the side table. She dialed the familiar number and listen for an answer on the line. "Hello?" Marissa asked groggy, "Summer?"
"Sorry did I wake you up?"
"Don't worry about it I was taking a nap,"
"Coop it's eleven at night,"
"I know I was up till- well it was late or early, whatever I didn't really sleep last night. "
"Were you with Ryan?"
"Yeah"
"Glad someone else is getting laid," Summer dished.
"What? I didn't say that. We were watching a movie and then played a racing game, Summer , it's strange since Ryan got back last week he hasn't touched me,"
"You mean nothing, no make up sex?"
"No not at all barely a make up make out,"
"That's weird, is it him?"
"Yeah I totally tried to initiate stuff and it didn't go anywhere."
"He doesn't want to knock you up too,"
"Shut up, Summer:"
"Seriously, Coop, give him a little time."
"Easier said than done,"
" I wish that I had made Cohen wait and make it up to me,"
"That's right Ryan said he was back, you two already got together?"
"Yeah, more than once,"
"Shut up, you didn't!"
"Almost three times just today,"
"What the hell do you mean almost?"
"Oh god it was horrible, we got walked in on,"
"Summer, how almost are we talking,"
"There was no climax,"
"Was there penetration?"
"Coop!"
"So yes there was,"
"Shut up," Summer said blushing over the phone.
"Come on spill, who caught you two?"
"His parents, god I am reliving it, no more,"
"Fine, I am dragging Ryan to the beach tomorrow, you in?"
"Sure, I'll make Cohen work on his tan,"
They then exchanged goodnights and hung up. Summer sat up and looked at the pony that sat on her desk. She frowned and dialed another number.
Seth sat in a chair facing Ryan's bed. Ryan was lying with his head on the pillows deep in thought. "Dude they just walked in, there wasn't even a knock, no warning," Seth rambled, "I mean I could have been naked, well I mean I was, but I could have been innocently naked, you know?"
"Yeah man," Ryan said unconvincingly.
"You weren't listening were you?"
"Sorry, I got a little lost in Seth gibberish,"
"No worries,"
"Man, you think that I screwed everything up?"
"If everything that I messed up is fixable then, I think you have nothing to worry about,"
"I mean do you think that I should have left her with Eddy?"
"Ryan, bro, she is a big girl she can take care of herself and if not you know that she'll come back here."
"She might not, she knows that she messed up everything with Marissa and me."
"I don't know what to tell you, I think right now you need to focus on Marissa, she is your girlfriend,"
"I'm not sure man,"
"I know that you confused but Marissa is an attractive girl and you better straighten it out, she won't wait for you forever."
Before Ryan could argue a shrill ring tone interrupted. Ryan and Seth both looked around for the source of the sound. Ryan dumped out a duffel bag onto his bed and looked as his phone, the ring continued and his shrugged. Seth finally patted his pants and flipped his phone open sheepishly.
"Hello?" She heard him say.
"Hey ass face,"
"I always am surprised with your manners, could you be ruder?" Seth asked.
"What crawled up your ass and died?"
"My parents,"
"You're still stressed about them?"
"No I'm not stressed. I am alternating between furious and embarrassed."
"One day we'll look back on tonight and laugh,"
"I'll need twenty years and some pot before that will happen."
Summer laughed and rolled onto her stomach. "So, Cohen, we're going to the beach tomorrow,"
"Right Captain, thanks for the heads up,"
"Goodnight shit head,"
"Night bossy lady,"
Ryan sat on his bed waiting for Seth to finish his call. He stood up and opened the door gesturing with is other arm that Seth had officially overstayed his welcome.
"Night bro,"
Seth walked in past his parents who were finishing their movie, he looked at the floor and quickly made his way to the stairs. He was getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. "Well I know that it isn't my parents, they don't know how to knock," he yelled to the person at the door.