In the next scene, Ryan and Marissa are still at the beach, talking, but the sun is setting and it is getting rather late.

Marissa: Alright, my turn to ask a question, favorite musician or band?

Ryan: Oh, I don't know….Journey, I guess, yours?

Marissa: Journey?

Ryan: Don't insult Journey! (He pretends to be threatening.)

Marissa: Of course not. Journey, they rock, I think! (Completely making fun of him)

Ryan: Be careful there, I just might have to tickle you again!

Marissa: Okay, Okay, I give.

Ryan: Now, who's your favorite band?

Marissa: Oh, it changes all the time. Right now, I'm really into Deathcab…

Ryan: Are you serious?

Marissa: Yeah, why?

Ryan: Seth is really going to like you. First you think he's funny, and now you love his favorite band.

Marissa: He likes Deathcab, too, then?

Ryan: Like is not a strong enough word. More like he's obsessed.

Marissa: Well, anyway, I do like Deathcab, but I'd have to say that my all time favorite band would be The Smashing Pumpkins. (She shivers after she finishes talking.)

Ryan: Are you cold?

Marissa: Yeah, but it's okay, I should be going anyway, let you get back to your family, you know. I can get something warmer from the car.

Ryan: No wait, here. (He takes off his sweater and hands it to her.)

Marissa:Are you sure?

Ryan: Yeah, I was warm anyway.

Marissa: Sure you were, but thanks, I didn't really want to leave. (She puts the sweater on and then for a second stars at Ryan who's now just in jeans and a wife beater. His phone ringing interrupts the moment.)

Ryan: Sorry, I have to take this.

Marissa: It's no problem. Do you want me to get up and give you a moment?

Ryan: No, stay, it doesn't matter, you can hear. (He answers the phone. As the conversation occurs, the scene flows between both Ryan and Seth as they each talk.) Hello.

Seth: Dude, where are you? I'm starving! And why did you just disappear? One minute I was talking, and the next you were gone? Are you on your way back, I'm really, really hungry! (Throughout the entire time Seth is taking, Ryan is making fun of him and Marissa is quietly laughing so that Seth can't hear her.) Ryan, man, are you listening to me?

Ryan: Yeah, sorry Seth. I'll be home soon, I just ran into a friend and we've been talking.

Seth: Ryan, nice try. What are you really doing, because we all know that you don't have any friends, I mean besides me and Summer. What are you doing, stealing another car, getting into a fight? No, I know, you're burning down another model home!

Ryan: I'll be home soon, Seth, with food, I promise, but I have to go. Bye. (Ryan hangs up the phone.)

Seth: Ryan, buddy, Ryan. (Flips his phone shut.) He just hung up on me, I can't believe it. (After Seth finishes speaking, the scene goes back to Ryan and Marissa.)

Marissa: (She stands up and begins to take off Ryan's sweater.) So I guess you have to be going.

Ryan: Hey, you don't have to take that off.

Marissa: But, you just told Seth you'd be home soon, so you have to be going, right?

Ryan: Well, yeah, but, hey, are you a fan of Thai food?

Marissa: Never had it, why?

Ryan: Well, I just thought that you should meet Seth and Summer now, before we go back to school. You could come back home with me, you know, have dinner with us.

Marissa: Oh, no, I couldn't. I'd be intruding.

Ryan: Are you kidding. In the Cohen house, the motto is, the more the merrier.

Marissa: No, really, I can't. (Starts to take his shirt off again, but he stops her and puts it back on her.)

Ryan: Yes, you can, and besides, I'd love your company. I mean, you know, after dinner, we can continue our conversation, because you know, we were interrupted. (She starts to yield.) Please?

Marissa: Well, if you insist, I'd love, too, besides, it is important to try new things, and, as I said, I've never had Thai food.

Ryan: Good then, it's all settled. (Starts to leave, but turns around when he notices Marissa is not following him.) Hey, you coming?

Marissa: Sorry, I just had to look around one last time. So, do you want me to follow you?

Ryan: No, I'll drive.

Marissa: But, later.

Ryan: I'll bring you back to your car.

Marissa: Are you sure?

Ryan: Yeah, it will give me something to look forward to.

Marissa: Oh, you mean finally getting rid of me! (She pretends to be offended.)

Ryan: No, of course not, being alone with you again…. (He becomes embarrassed as he realizes what he just said.) you know, to escape from Seth again.

Marissa: Right, of course. (At this point, they have reached the car. Ryan opens the passenger side door for her of the range rover and helps her in. He then shuts her door and gets into the driver's side, starts the engine, and pulls away.) Well, we are quite the gentleman.

Ryan: Thanks, but if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you. (Marissa laughs.) You know, I have reputation of being a bad boy to protect here.

Marissa: (Puts her hand over his which is holding onto the gear shift) Don't worry your secret is safe with me. (Realizes what she did with her hand and begins to pull it away, but Ryan stops her. The scene blacks out and the next thing we see is the vehicle pull into the Cohen driveway.)

Marissa: This is your house?

Ryan: Yeah, why? (He gets out of the car, runs to her side and opens the door for her before she can. She gets out and gives him half of the takeout bags.)

Marissa: Nothing, it's just beautiful! I never have seen a house like this except for on television or in the movies.

Ryan: Yeah, I know what you mean. When I first got here, that's exactly what I thought, too. But come on, let's go and eat.

Marissa: Ryan, wait a minute. (She puts her hand out and stops him, and he looks at her wondering what's wrong.) Thanks.

Ryan: For what?

Marissa: For this afternoon and inviting me here. It's nice to spend some time with someone.

Ryan: Thanks for coming. (They stare at each other for a few seconds.)

Marissa: Well, come on; let's go in, I'm starving. (They laugh softly. Then they walk up to the door, and he opens it for her before they walk in. She looks around for a moment before speaking again.) So, where's your room?

Ryan: Well, I actually stay in the poolhouse.

Marissa: Yeah right, very funny.

Ryan: No, I'm serious. I stay in the poolhouse.

Marissa: You have a poolhouse? You mean, they actually DO make those?

Ryan: (laughs) Yeah, weird right?

Marissa: (Laughs back) Weird, no, cool, yes.

Seth: (Yelling from the kitchen.) Ummm, is that Thai I smell Ryan? Finally, I'm starving.

Ryan: (yells back) Yes, Seth, food. (Quietly, to Marissa) So, ready?

Marissa: Yeah. (They walk together into the kitchen.)

Ryan: (yells) Food's here.

Seth: (before he looks up) Finally, man, what did you do, make the food yourself? (Turns around, and sees Marissa) No, you didn't, you just went out and found herself a hot lady friend and gave her your shirt. Nice look man, wife beater in December. Hi, I'm Seth, who are….. (Summer hits him in the head.)

Summer: Watch it Cohen. I'm sorry; he doesn't know how to behave in public. I'm Summer. (She holds out her hand to Marissa.)

Marissa: Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Marissa.

Ryan: Marissa goes to Stanford, too. (He winks at her without anyone seeing.)

Seth: Well, I've never seen you there before, which was a shame, but I'm glad I met you now. So, do you live in the area? How did Ryan run into you?

Ryan: No, she's just visiting the area; you know escaping from the holidays.

Seth: Ryan, man, first you never talk, and now you won't let the poor girl get a word in edge wise! Gees man!

Summer: No, Cohen that would be you who won't let her speak. God, shut it! Ignore him, we all do.

Seth: Hey!

Summer: Why don't you bring the food over to the table and sit down, make yourself comfortable.

Marissa: Thanks. (They sit down at the table. Ryan follows, puts his bags down, and sits down beside Marissa. Seth follows suit and sits down beside Summer. Everyone starts getting food out of the bags, and then Kirsten walks in with Sandy who is carrying Zoe.)

Seth: Mother, Father, Zoe, look what Ryan brought home, a lady friend. (He indicates Marissa. Ryan and Marissa turn around and look at Kirsten, Sandy, and Zoe.)

Ryan: I hope you don't mind?

Sandy: Of course not, the more the merrier.

Ryan: (He leans in and whispers quickly to Marissa who laughs softly afterwards.) I told you, so. (He turns back around to speak with the others.) Sandy, Kirsten, and Zoe, this is Marissa. Marissa, Sandy, Kirsten and Zoe.

Marissa: It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you, all good, rest assured. Ryan has only great things to say about all of you. (She looks around, indicating everyone, until she stops at Seth) Well, at least, almost everyone, sorry Seth. (Everyone laughs, Seth pretends, too.)

Seth: This is just perfect, but you'd think I'd be used to the harassment by now.

Sandy: Welcome to our home, Marissa. If you keep picking on Seth, you'll always be welcome in this house. (Sandy come over to the table, puts Zoe in her booster seat, and sits down. Everyone turns around though, because they notice that Kirsten has not moved since she saw Marissa.)

Seth: Mom, is something wrong?

Kirsten: (Shaking her head and comes out of her revelry.) No, I'm sorry Marissa, you just remind me of someone that I used to know. So, how do you two know each other?

Marissa: I go to Stanford, too, and, actually, next semester, Ryan and I have a class together.

Sandy: So what's your major? Are you planning to be an architect too, like Ryan here?

Marissa: Oh, no, I'm an English major.

Seth: And you and Ryan have a class together, how did that happen? Make your schedule out in the dark there buddy?

Ryan: No Seth, I had to have an English course, and it just so happens that Marissa is in it.

Seth: Well, here's to hoping that she teaches Ryan how to speak in sentences longer than three words. (Ryan gives Seth the look and everyone is quiet except for Marissa who laughs at Ryan.)

Summer: Uh, oh, Chino, you're in trouble now! She's not afraid of the look. Looks like you've found your match. (Everyone laughs.)

Marissa: (Ryan gives her a sheepish grin, and she whispers back and smiles.) Sorry.

The camera begins to pan back as everyone continues to eat, talk, and laugh as the scene ends.

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