A/N: All of the characters mentioned within this chapter are actual characters on the show. Some of them are insignificant and only appeared in limited episodes. Donny is from season 1, in the episode where Luke was shot. The other mystery characters were from season 3 and were surfers in the episodes when Johnny appeared.

Rooftops and Invitations

-Summer-

I sat on the corner of the bed, sliding my finger under the end of the envelope flap, pulling it as it unsealed. I lifted it and pulled out a long, rectangle, folded piece of computer paper, covered with chicken-scratch writing.

Summer,

I'm sorry about what happened to you and I'm sorry that Alex was the only one who was really there for you. Everyone else around here seems to be caught up in their own drama. I tried my best to help, thinking I could have done more if I'd found out sooner. I'm glad I didn't know right away. I only tried to help. But I think I was more helping myself. Bringing up old memories of Trey and Marissa. I can't control myself when someone I care about is hurt. So I tried to solve the problem the only way I knew how. I'm writing this in a jail cell. My court date isn't for another month but I figured I'd write this for you now because I won't have the chance after I probably get a life sentence. Yes, I'm guilty. I don't regret taking Chris's life. Whether he was an old friend or not. The only regret I have is leaving Marissa alone. So I'm asking you a huge favor. It would mean a lot to me if you would take good care of her and spend some time, until she gets over this. It may take her a long time though. I think that what she needs the most is her best friend back. I know the two of you have been distant for some time now. It would help her a lot if you could possibly live with her until she's a little less hurt. I hope you can come and visit me some time. I'm going to be very lonely. Please take care of Marissa. That's all I care about.

Ryan

P.S.- Marissa is two months pregnant. Don't tell her I told you.


-Trey-

Alex told me to leave and slammed the door a second time. I walked away angry and the tires screeched as I back out of the driveway without even looking. I decided now that I'm single and I have no one fucking babysitting me anymore, I might as well go out and take advantage of it.

I decided to head down to the shore to see if any of my old buddies can hook me up. Being with Alex kept me fairly sober and it damn near killed me. And this is my chance to be free and do whatever I want.

I parked the car down the street and walked down to the shore under the dock. There in a cloud of smoke, sat Johnny, Volchok, Donny, Ramsey, Ron and Nick.

"Heyyy!" Kevin said standing up and grabbed my hand, pulling me into a manly hug, hitting me on the back.

"Hey what's up? Listen, me and my girl just split. So I'm not tied down anymore, ya know? I was wonderin' if you could hook me up. I don't really know anybody anymore. And I'm dying for a few lines," I said shaking my head and shrugging with my hands out to my sides.

"Sure, you got green?"

"Yeah, how much you willin' to give up?"

"Six for now.

"Cool with me."

After a few hours of drinkin' and lines, we were pretty fucked up. The guys all split off and went separate ways. Me and Volchok decided to be assholes and climb onto the roof of the Baitshop. Like I said, we were fucked up, so we were brave enough to do this even during a concert with security guards all over the fuckin' place.

We walked around back, and Kevin jumped about a foot, grabbing onto the ledge above the back stairs. He did a pull up and I placed my hands on his hamstrings to give him an extra boost. Once he was up there, leaning over facing me, I jumped too, grabbing onto the ledge. Unable to pull myself up all the way, I looked up at him and asked, "Hey, gimme a hand real quick." He was high so it took a minute to get his full attention. He held out both his hands leaning back, pulling me up onto the ledge. We both crawled up the tilted rooftop to the highest flat area, next to a chimney-vent looking area.

"So, what happened with you and Alex," Kevin asked unexpectedly. He was so fucked up that I didn't even think he'd remember to ask.

"Aw, it was nothing. She wanted full disclosure and I'm not up for that. I keep my business my own."

"Ah I see. Whatever," he said, sucking in the poison of a cigarette and letting the smoke flow out through his nostrils as it hovered, making his face difficult to see.

"Yeah."

"That's too bad. Did she meet a guy yet."

"Probably. But if not, no, you can't have her."

He laughed and said, "So who's she livin' with?"

"Summer," I said quickly. I stopped afterwards to think about what that even mattered. I got a crazy idea.

Nah, that couldn't be.

We sat just staring out at the ocean, the waves rolling and crashing on the rocks and the dock we were underneath before the tide had started to rise. All we could hear was the wind and feel the thumping of the bass coming from the stage beneath us.

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