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More Marissa and Ryan this chapter! This took me a long time to write. I couldn't for the life of me come up with any good ideas. But I thought I should post something so I wrote sort of a fluffy chapter that doesn't really have a plot. Sometime soon the Volchok thing will be worked out.

Ryan woke up with a groan. When he took in his surroundings he was surprised to find that he was on top of his covers instead of underneath them. He was also half way out of his t-shirt.

What the fuck, he thought.

He slowly crawled out of bed trying to determine what was making him so tired. He felt as if he had been drunk the night before, unable to remember the previous night. He didn't have a headache or any other hangover symptoms so he was pretty sure he wasn't actually suffering from a hangover. He looked over at his clock and inwardly groaned when he saw the time. 1:46 in the afternoon. He never slept in that late. Usually he was the first or second one up in the Cohen household.

As he walked into the main house Seth was sitting at the counter eating a sandwich.

"Well, I'm happy to see you're still alive. Those painkillers really knocked you out."

Ah. So it was painkillers that were making him so tired. "Why didn't you wake me up? I was supposed to call Marissa when I woke up. Which was supposed to be in the morning. Not halfway through the afternoon."

"I tried, man. I really tried. But you were like dead to the world or something. It was like you were in a coma. I nudged you so hard you almost fell out of bed, mom did not like that at all, and you didn't even groan or move or tell me to leave you alone. Nothing. We were getting worried to be honest. Well I wasn't. But mom was."

"Aren't the painkillers only supposed to make me drowsy? Not knock me out for half the day?"

"Well, you took three instead of one so I guess that probably changed the effects a little bit. Oh, but let me tell you, last night was hilarious. I thought I was going to fall off my chair I was laughing so hard."

Ryan raised his eyebrows waiting for Seth to continue. "What happened?"

"It was seriously like you were drunk. You were walking into things and your head was falling over and your eyes were closing. It was like the whole drunk teenager thing. You nailed that, man. If I didn't know better I would have sworn you were actually drunk. And to tell you the truth, this morning probably would have just heightened my suspicions. Seeing as you decide to wake up when most people are already half way through their day and you walk in looking like screech. You look so hung-over dude. If I were you I'd go clean up a bit before my parents get home."

"But they know it was just painkillers."

"They think man. They don't know. And I guarantee if they see you like that you're going to have hard time convincing them."

"Whatever." Ryan reached up into the cupboard to get his favorite cereal. He brought the box over to the table and started eating from the box.

"Hey, why do you always eat out of the box? Like it would take you an extra 5 seconds to get a bowl," Seth said walking over and flopping down next to Ryan on the couch.

"So?"

"I was just wondering."

"What's it matter? If I decide to eat without a bowl why would you care?" Ryan asked with an edge to his voice.

"It doesn't bother me. For a few minutes there I thought you were going back to normal but I was just proven wrong. You're still all grumpy." Ryan glared at him. "Not that I care in the least. Oh please God, don't let him hurt me." He said putting his hands into a praying formation and looking up to the ceiling.

"Shut up Seth."

"I was just joking, man. You're not that bad. You're bad but not that bad. And don't get all crazy on me but you need a shower. Its torture sitting next to your right now."

"Then don't sit next to me. And it's not that bad."

"Well you wore those clothes yesterday and when I walked in to wake you up earlier I saw a pretty decent amount of drool on your bed. You might want to wash those clothes, like immediately. You never know if you rolled into it or not."

Ryan got up and started walking back to the pool house. "Okay. Uh, I guess I'll see you later, dude." Seth called.

Ryan just grunted in reply.

As Ryan walked into the pool house he realized that his ribs weren't bothering him anymore. He wasn't sure if it was just the remaining effects of the painkillers or if he was healing faster then the doctor had thought. That had happened once before when he was 14. He sprained his wrist and the doctor didn't think he'd be able to use it for a while but in a matter of days he was back to throwing punches.

As he walked into the bathroom to take a shower he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was almost devoid of all the bruises he had had. As he took off his shirt he was happy to see that you could barely see the bruises or the swelling on his torso. He got into the shower happy to discover that he was almost better. Of course he was still sore, but it was no where near as bad as it had been the day before.

When he walked out of the bathroom he saw Seth sitting on one of the chairs reading the entertainment section of the newspaper.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked getting a shirt, pants, and boxers from his shelf.

"Hello to you to. Marissa called while you were in the shower. She wanted to know why you didn't call her. I told her you were knocked out on painkillers and she got all worried. So don't be surprised if she shows up soon."

"Oh. Okay."

Seth jumped up when he heard the phone ringing from inside the house. He ran out the door and into the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey, it's me"

"Hey mom. What's up?"

"Just calling to check up on you guys. How's Ryan doing?"

"Well, he woke up at around 1:45 this afternoon so he's very well rested. You wouldn't be able to tell from the way he's acting though."

Kirsten chuckled. "He still in a bad mood?"

"Yeah, but not as bad as last night. No yelling this morning. Or afternoon I should say. Just excessive amounts of eye rolling and sighing. There was actually no sighing but plenty of eye rolling."

"Uh-huh. I just want to let you know that I'm not going to be able to get home until late tonight. So you're going to be in charge in making sure Ryan feels okay, alright? If he needs his meds you know where they are. And only give him one. I don't want him sleeping his whole recovery time."

"I see your concern but listen to this. If he's sleeping all the time he'll have no time to bitch at…."

"Seth. Don't say bitch."

"Sorry. He'll have no time to…. Um…. Act uh…. Yeah bitch is the only word I can think of."

Kirsten sighed. "Just keep an eye on him Seth."

"Honestly mom though, I don't think he's in any pain. He wasn't even limping this morning. And he was sitting and getting up without wincing or holding his ribs or anything. Kid Chino can not only punch people, he can also heal things instantly. Well, not instantly. In a short amount of time."

"I'll see you tonight honey." Kirsten hung up the phone before Seth could say anymore.

Barely five seconds after he got off the phone with his mom the phone rang again.

"Hello?" Seth answered.

"Seth, that was fast." It was Sandy.

"Hey dad. Well, I just got off the phone with mom so the phone was pretty close."

"How's Ryan doing?"

"He's locked up in the fortress of solitude waiting to be saved by Cosmogirl."

"……."

"He's in the pool house waiting for Marissa."

"Oh. I see. Is he in any pain?"

"I don't think so. He's not limping anymore and his ribs don't seem to be bothering him. He's just moody now. He walked in this morning, sorry afternoon, and he was acting all old jolly Ryan. Well you know not jolly but his usual self, and then instantly he's back to being the new grumpy Ryan. Dad, I'm scared. I'm all alone in this house. It's like you've caged me in with some wild animal that hasn't eaten for days."

"I'm sure it's not that bad Seth."

"Well, its not. But he is back to being grumpy. And anyways, why are you calling? Just to check up?"

"Yeah. And tonight I'm going to be working on what to do about this Volchok kid so I'll be a little late."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not sure. He's still a minor so we can't exactly sue him. But I don't want to just let him get away with it. That's why I need to stay late tonight. It's going to take a while for me to think of an appropriate line of action."

"You could always just condemn Volchok to a day with the beast. And by beast I mean Ryan."

"Son, you're exaggerating. I'm sure Ryan is no where near as bad as you're making him out to be."

"Maybe not but I assure you he's bad."

"Well, I gotta go work on something. Call me if you need anything."

"K. Bye dad." Seth hung up the phone and walked back out to the pool house.

"Hey Rya…oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Seth said. As he walked in he found Ryan lying on top of Marissa with his hand snaking its way up her shirt. As soon as Seth spoke Ryan immediately pulled his hand away and got off Marissa. Marissa adjusted her shirt and tried to fix her hair. Her face was a bright red.

"Hey Seth…..um... what's up?" Marissa asked not looking Seth in the eye. He didn't know why she was so embarrassed. At least it wasn't his mom or dad.

"Nothing. When did you get here?"

"Like 5 minutes ago. I just came around the back."

"Oh."

"…."

"Yeah, so I was just coming out here to ask Ryan if he wanted to go get something to eat at the pier. You feeling up to it, bro?"

"Uh, yeah I guess. Do you wanna come Marissa?" Ryan asked.

"Sure. I'm so hungry; I didn't eat breakfast this morning."

"Um, so I'll just wait for you guys inside. Bye." Seth closed the door behind him and walked towards the kitchen.

Once Seth left Ryan climbed on top of Marissa and started to kiss her again.

"Mmmmmm. Ryan. We have to go. We can't keep Seth waiting."

"He can wait for a few minutes can't he?" Ryan started kissing her neck before moving back to her lips.

"Believe me, I'd rather stay here alone with you, but we said we'd go with him. And I really am starving."

"Fine. Let's go."

When Ryan and Marissa walked into the kitchen Seth looked up.

"Ready to go?"

"Um, yeah. Do you guys want to stay in and maybe order some Thai or something? I'm kind of tired," Ryan said.

"You're tired? Jeez, you would think that 16 hours of sleep would be enough for you."

"Seth, it wasn't 16 hours. And besides I was really tired last night."

Seth snorted. "Yeah. I know, it was kind of obvious."

"Whatever," Ryan said as he rolled his eyes.

"So, my parents both called earlier. They're both working late tonight. My dad's trying to come up with what to do about Volchok." Marissa looked down when his name was mentioned. She still felt terrible that Volchok had beaten Ryan up so bad that he had to taken to the emergency room.

"What's going to happen to him?" Marissa asked quietly.

"I don't know. I suggested that dad just force him to spend a day with Ryan. Because you may not know this Marissa, but our polite, quiet Ryan turns into the devil child when he's sick. Or hurt. I'm just assuming you're the same way when you're sick. I hope I don't ever find out. I don't ever want to have to go through this again."

"The devil child?" Marissa smiled as she looked at Ryan. "Are you really that bad?"

"No," Ryan answered glaring at Seth. "Seth just exaggerates."

"Pfftt. Sure I do buddy," Seth said sarcastically.

"My ribs aren't hurting me Seth. I can still kick your ass."

"But you wouldn't do that. We're brothers."

"That never stopped me and Trey from nearly killing each other."

"But we're also amigos. And amigos don't hurt their amigos. It's just against the rule of amigos. And besides, you have an advantage over me. So it wouldn't be fair."

"I'm the one with the injuries Seth."

"Yes, but your still stronger then me."

"Seth. Order the food now."

"Ay ay captain," Seth saluted Ryan who once again just rolled his eyes.

As Seth went to order the food Marisa went and sat next to Ryan who had moved over to the couch.

"I'm really sorry about what Volchok did to you. I feel like it's my fault. If I had just wai…."

"Hey. It's okay. It wasn't your fault at all." Ryan put his arm around her shoulder.

"I know it's just if I had waited to break things off with him, then you wouldn't be hurt. I should have tried to stop him more."

"Marissa, he's violent. You wouldn't have been able to stop him. And I'm glad you didn't get in the middle of it. And besides, in the end I got you. That makes all these injuries worth it. Because in the end I got exactly what I had been waiting for since we broke up." he smiled at her.

She smiled back at him, happy to see that he wasn't mad at her and didn't blame her at all for what had happened. "I've been waiting for this for a long time to. If I had known you felt the same way I would have made a move a lot sooner. It sucks that it took us so long to finally figure it out."

"Yeah. But we're together now."

She snuggled up closer to him and he tightened his hold on her. They remained seated like that until Seth came back in finished ordering the food.

"The Thai is on its way." Seth announced as he walked in.

Seth walked over to the table and picked up the TV remote before walking over to the chair beside the couch and sitting down and flicking on the TV.

The three of them sat and watched TV until the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Ryan said as he stood up and walked to the front door.

"So….you and Ryan together again. Just like old times," Seth said after Ryan had left.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just I don't want to drift apart again. Every time we get together it always seems that something comes and pulls us apart. First there was Oliver, then Theresa, and then Trey, Johnny, Volchok. The list goes on and on."

"I don't think you should worry about that. You guys have made it past all those. Why would anything else be any different? And besides, I think you should just live in the now. Don't worry about the future yet. Your only 17."

"Thanks Seth," Marissa said.

"No problem."

"Jesus Seth. How much food did you order?" Ryan walked in with his arms full of take out boxes.

"Excuse me for wanting to order enough food to ensure none of us go hungry."

"Seth, that amount of food would ensure a small country doesn't go hungry," Marissa chuckled.

"I was hungry. What can I say." Seth shrugged before digging into the food.

A half hour later the three teenagers were sprawled across the couch holding their stomachs and in Seth's case groaning.

"I can't believe we ate all of that food," Seth groaned while closing his eyes and holding his stomach.

"Ugh, I know," Ryan said.

"What time is it?" Marissa asked from beside Ryan.

"10:21. When do you have to get home?" Ryan asked.

"10:30. I better get going. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She bent down to give Ryan a kiss before making her way to the front door.

"So Ryan…. that turned out to be an enjoyable day, did it not?"

"Yeah, but I think I'm going to be sick. Waaayy too much food."

"I feel your pain, dude. You up to a few games of Grand Theft Auto before we hit the sack?"

"Seth, its only 10:30."

"Yeah but excessive amounts of food make me tired."

"Oh. Well, yeah sure. Grand Theft Auto sounds good. I'll just kick your ass as usual."

"Ryan, buddy. Don't get too full of yourself. You have a major advantage over me. You have had first hand experience at this."

"Not really. I've never shot a cop or ran over any pedestrians. And I've only stolen one car. And I got caught."

"Yeah but that's a hell of a lot more then I've done," Seth said as he handed Ryan a controller.

10 minutes later they were completely into the game. Seth was moving with his car while Ryan's eyes were glued to the screen and he was leaning forward in focus.

"Take that you no good pieces of shit. Don't even bother running you fools, the Sethantor is hot on your heels. You shall feel his full wrath. Ohhhh, did you see that man?" Seth turned to face Ryan to find the blonde boy staring at him with a smile tugging at his lips.

"The Sethantor?"

"My game name. Don't you have a game name? Jeez, I thought everyone named their characters. This will not do, you need a name. How about……the..."

"Not The Ryanator," Ryan broke in.

"Dude, I wasn't going to say The Ryanator. That's a complete rip off of The Sethanator. We need something original for you. Not just some cheap imitation of my name."

"Then what's your idea?"

"Um….ooohhh I got it. Wait for it….. The Ryamobile! Pretty good, is it not?" Seth nodded his head obviously pleased the name he had thought of.

"The Ryamobile? That's even worse then the Sethanator."

"What? Its amazing dude!"

"My car or character or whatever doesn't need a name. It's a video game."

"Yes but you still need a good name for your virtual self."

"Why not Ryan then?"

"Because that's your reality self. This is your virtual self."

Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"Listen man. To distinguish your character from my character you need names. And not those boring default names that are just player one player two and so on because those are unoriginal and everybody uses those. Barely anybody actually makes up an original name for their character and since in this game it's a car you can't exactly name it a person name, you need something that could be a good name for a car. Even if you don't actually name your car, in this game you do because it's your character and as I've already said you always need to name your character. Unless you want to be boring and stick with your default player two name, then you will use the Ryamobile because that is freaking awesome. The Ryamobile. Just say it man. Ryamobile. It has a nice ring to it. It flows from your mouth. It just might give the Sethanator a run for its money."

"The Ryamobile."

"See? Isn't it fun to say? Ryamobile. Ryamobile. Ryamobile. That is an awesome name." Seth nodded his head, his eyes wide waiting for Ryan to say something.

"I'm going to bed."

"Fine. The Sethantor and The Ryamobile will finish their little duel, you could say, in the morning."

"Yeah. Okay." Ryan walked out the kitchen doors and into the pool house. He was really tired. Even though he had slept in so late he felt as if he could fall asleep at any time now. He took his boots of and placed them near the door before changing into a new shirt and taking off his pants. He climbed under the sheets and immediately fell asleep.

Back in the house Seth was also starting to feel tired. It had been a long day for him. He had been up early with absolutely nothing to do. Ryan had been asleep still so he went skateboarding on the pier. That always tired him out. And then he had come home and gotten really into his video game which always got him feeling drowsy.

He walked up to his room and closed the door behind him. He flopped down on his bed and didn't bother changing before climbing under his covers. After about 10 minutes of tossing and turning he found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

When Kirsten got home she decided to check up on her boys. She knew she would have gotten home before Sandy. It was going to be hard for him to decide what he would be able to do with Volchok. She started walking out towards the pool house to check up on Ryan. She had been worrying about him all day but Seth had assured her earlier that it seemed as if he was feeling much better. She walked in and found him already fast asleep. The covers were pulled up over his head so all you could see were little tufts of blonde hair poking out of the sheets. One of his legs was sticking over the edge of the bed and he had an arm slung up over the side. She smiled. When he had first gotten here he would be awake as soon as someone entered the pool house. Now he was like a zombie. He barely stirred when she kissed the top of his head. She has glad that he felt safe here.

Next she walked up to Seth's room. His covers were pulled up over his head so you couldn't see him at all. Instead of being stretched out like Ryan had, it looked as if he was curled up into a ball underneath the covers. She whispered goodnight to him before walking out and closing the door behind her.

She went into her own bedroom and got ready for bed. She climbed under her duvet and waited for sleep to take over.

At around 2:00 she heard rustling in the room and opened her eyes to find Sandy struggling his way in the dark towards the bed.

"Hey honey," she whispered. "How's the case going so far?"

"Still nothing. I don't want to be too harsh on this kid. I have no clue where his parents are. He doesn't go to school, he lives on his own. His life seems horrible and I don't want to make it any worse by going down to severely. But I won't let him get away with what he did to Ryan."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll figure something out. Come to bed now though. It's late, you must be tired."

Sandy crawled in next to her and she snuggled up to him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"We'll work out everything in the morning, okay? I'll help you if you want. Tomorrow's the weekend so if you want to just take a few days off to relax maybe we could do something just the two of us. We haven't done that in a while." Kirsten suggested.

"That sounds good. I'll work on the case on Monday. I could really use a few days to just do nothing."

"We'll tell the boys in the morning. I'm sure they wont mind being alone for a couple days."

"Goodnight, sweetie. I love you."

"I love you to Sandy," Kirsten whispered before kissing him goodnight and closing her eyes. They hadn't done anything just the two of them in a long time and she was excited. The boys wouldn't care. They'd probably be happy to have the house to themselves for the weekend. She just hoped they stayed responsible and didn't try anything stupid.

Wow! That was even longer then the last one! I want to get Sandy and Kirsten out of here for a while because I didn't really want this to become a Cohen family story and the way it was going it seemed to be doing just that. So now with them out of the picture it can go back to being a story about the kids. Hope you liked this! And since Sandy and Kirsten are going away the Volchok storyline won't be resolved next chapter. Sorry. But Volchok will be there. So thanks for reading. Don't forget to review!