A/N:- I can't sleep, therefore I got up and decided to make a start : ) Thanks for all the reviews you guys, they're so encouraging 3.

Chapter Three

Regrets

Marissa sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, before tying it up with the elastic hair tie which was around her wrist. Walking up the metal steps of her trailer, she opened the door and was surprised to see Summer sitting on her sofa.

"Sum!" Marissa exclaimed, taking off her Gucci sunglasses so her eyes could adjust to the light. Sure enough, Summer stood up and smiled. "Oh my God, I can't believe you're here!"

"Hey Marissa!" She replied, standing up so she could embrace her friend. "Long time, no see huh?" Marissa sighed looking around her, moving a pile of clothes so she could sit down.

"I can't even remember the last time I saw you, where have you been?" Summer and Marissa hadn't seen each other for ages, both were too wrapped up in their own lives and their own problems that they had completely neglected their close friendship. Summer and Seth had been completely oblivious to any problems Ryan and Marissa had, considering after they graduated from Brown, they bought a loft in Greenwich Village, New York, and proceeded to work from there, only occasionally stopping back in Orange County for important events and family holidays.

"So how did you get past security?" Marissa asked, opening her mini fridge, grabbing two bottles of water and placing them on the table.

"I told them I was Marissa Atwood's long lost best friend, duh." Summer replied, smiling as she twisted the cap off of the bottle, grateful for the thirst-quenching drink in the rising temperature of California. "Wow, I guess I forgot how hot it can get here." Marissa rose her eyebrows as she too sipped her drink. "So, tell me whats been going on since I left."

"You want to know everything?"

"Everything." Marissa groaned as Summer replied.

"You really don't wanna know." Marissa got up from the sofa, walking up to the mirror were she proceeded to pick up a brush, combing out her hair from the ponytail.

"Oh, believe me I do." Summer answered, crossing her legs. "Not that I don't already have a rough idea, your face is on practically every magazine at the moment."

"Ugh, tell me about it." Marissa rolled her eyes, remembering the ever growing pile of them that graced the bottom of her wastepaper bin. "Don't listen to them, they talk a load of rubbish."

"Oh, yeah, I bet you love the attention!" Summer replied, laughing. "Ever since you were like 8, you've been a drama queen!" Marissa smiled slightly.

"Oh, how times have changed, huh." She replied, glancing back up at the clock which was on the wall. "Well, I have to go in a few, Mike wants me back on the set."

"Yes, it must be so hard being paid millions to snog the hottest guy on the planet on camera." Summer patronized Marissa's moaning voice, laughing when Marissa rolled her eyes.

"You think Jason Dalton is hot?" Marissa answered, raising an eyebrow.

"You would know!" Summer said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. "And yes, he is pretty hot as a matter of fact."

"Well, you may think he is hot," Marissa replied, turning around and facing Summer. It was funny how easily Marissa and Summer fell back into routine after spending so much time apart. "But he is also completely and utterly gay, and completely up his own ass." Summers jaw dropped open.

"You've gotta be shitting me!" Summer said, as Marissa shook her head, laughing. "Why is that, all the hot guys are gay!"

"Your husband?"

"Apart from him, of course."

"So, where is Seth?" Marissa asked, whilst Summer groaned inside, not wanting to tell her the answer.

"Um, I think he's out somewhere."

"You let Seth loose in L.A, on his own?"

"Don't worry, he's in safe hands." Summer replied, looking down and trying to avoid the next question which she knew inevitably was going to be asked.

"Who?" Marissa asked curiously.

"Uh...Ryan." Summer answered, nodding her head slowly as she watched Marissa's face register.

"Oh." Marissa replied, picking up her bag and turning to glance one more time in the mirror.

"Don't be mad, Ris."

"Why would I be mad?" Marissa turned back, a smile pasted on her face. "I mean, obviously they're going to see each other, they're best friends." Summer nodded.

"How is he?" Summer asked quietly.

"I don't know." Marissa replied, twisting the rings that still embellished the fourth finger of her left hand, she had made a conscious decision to keep them on until everything was final, a silent facade declaring that she was most certainly not falling apart.

"Well, more importantly, how are you?"

"Me? I'm fine, Sum, don't be stupid." Marissa replied quickly. "I mean, why wouldn't I be?"

"Considering you're going through what could quite possibly be the single most messiest break-up since Brad and Jen, I'm asking myself the same question." Marissa looked down, flattening any imaginary creases in her skirt. Summer knew she was getting nowhere. With either of them. "Well, you know where to come if you ever need to talk." Marissa smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Summer."

-

"Quality Seth/Ryan time." Seth nodded his head as the two cruised along the highway. "Now this is what I like to see."

"Even if the other half is here by force?"

"Even if the other half is here by force." Seth replied, glancing at Ryan who was leaning his head against the window. "Seth/Ryan times are good times no matter what." Ryan laughed slightly, bringing his head back up and focusing on the road.

"So where exactly are we going?" Ryan asked curiously, having been dragged into the car in the first place.

"I don't know, a place I like to call Newport Beach?" Seth replied, smiling, not taking his eyes off of the road. Ryan's eyebrows rose.

"We're going to Newport?"

"Yep."

"Seth, you do realise I have to be back in L.A., by 6."

"What? Why?"

"I have a little thing thats called a job, you know. And a life." Ryan replied, glancing down at the digital clock on the dashboard. "Its already 2."

"Calm down." Seth reassured him. "I'll get you back in time."

-

Seth did not get him back in time. In fact, Ryan had no idea what time it actually was. And he had no idea how they had ended up in a nightclub in the middle of L.A..

"Seth..."

"What?"

"Why are we here?"

"I told Summer I'd meet her." Seth replied, looking around the place, searching for Summer. "You can get us into the V.I.P. Room, right?" Ryan groaned.

"No, I can't, considering you promised we could go home around eight hours ago." Ryan answered stonily, hands on hips.

"Ah, I see Summer...and..." Seth stopped abruptly, peering over to the bar. "Wow, I guess your wife has kind of made an appearance." Ryan stopped short.

"What?"

"Marissa's here." Seth smiled, whilst Ryan groaned.

"Great, fucking great."

A/N:- So yeah, hope you liked. I know its short, but I'm way tired, and so stressed lol! I have Parent's Evening at school tomorrow :( and things aren't looking good, soleave me a review to cheer me up :D