THIS ISTHURSDAY'S POST! Because of FF malfunctions, I could not log on to post.

This scene opens up with Seth returning to the apartment. As he approaches the door, he stops and tries to listen, but he cannot hear anything, so he unceremoniously unlocks the door and just barges in without knocking first. They are not surprised to see him though, and they immediately stop their conversation and turn to him.

Summer: God Cohen, haven't you ever heard of knocking?

Seth: Why would I knock to come into my own bedroom?

Summer: Because, Coop and I could have been discussing something personal that you weren't supposed to hear.

Seth: Well you weren't.

Summer: How do you know?

Seth: Because…you just said you weren't.

Summer: Oh yeah, but you still should've knocked, Cohen!

Marissa: Really, Sum, it's okay; I mean, it's not okay, but I'm getting used to it. Seth's not really known for his knocking ability, you know. Ryan's told me all about his numerous trips to the poolhouse where he just walks in when Ryan is changing. (Summer grabs a pillow and throws it at Seth. He tries to catch it, but can't, and it ends up falling to the floor after his attempted juggling act. Marissa laughs at Seth's lack of coordination, but Summer is angry so she doesn't even notice that he couldn't catch the pillow.)

Summer: Cohen! You promised me that you didn't do that! You lied to me! How many times have you walked in on him? Have you seen him naked, Cohen? (Seth shuffles his feet self-consciously because he is nervous. Marissa, who is still laughing, stands up and walks towards the door.)

Marissa: I think that this is my cue to leave. Thanks for the talk Summer, and, Seth, even though I'm still mad at you for making me think something was wrong with Summer, thanks for getting me in here. (She reaches the door and Summer calls out to stop her.)

Summer: Where do you think you're going?

Marissa: I think you and Seth have things to talk about, and I want to take a shower. So, I'll talk to you later, okay?

Summer: Keep me posted.

Marissa: I will. (She turns around to leave but addresses Seth as she walks away.) And, I'm sure Ryan will keep you in the know, Seth, so I'll leave you two to it? (Seth wakes up out of his self-pity session, and runs after Marissa.)

Seth: Marissa, wait! (She walks back to the door and faces him.)

Marissa: What?

Seth: You're not going anywhere are you?

Marissa: Like I said, just to the bathroom to take a shower. When Ryan gets back, we need to talk, so I better get ready for that and a shower always helps me think clearly and relax. So, if he gets back before I'm done, please don't let him leave, okay? (She looks past Seth towards Summer.)

Summer: Don't worry Coop; we're on the job.

Marissa: Thanks…for everything. (She turns around and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Seth shuts his and Summer's door and walks towards their bed to sit down. Once he does, Summer turns towards him.)

Summer: Out with it!

Seth: Look, I'm sorry I lied, but, okay, I have walked in on Ryan changing, but I've never seen him naked, I don't want to see him naked, and I've been trying to stop. Now, can we just move past this?

Summer: Cohen, does every moment with you have to seem like a scene from Clueless?

Seth: Haha, Summer, but I'm not that bad. (She looks at him questioning his statement.) Okay, so maybe I am, but it's not on purpose. What did I do this time?

Summer: I really don't care about you walking in on Ryan changing; I mean, I care, but it's not important right now. What happened at the diner? Where is he?

Seth: I don't really know. We were talking. He had told me what had happened, and then he said something about this poem Marissa recited to him, about some rose and a worm…

Summer: Blake's "The Sick Rose."

Seth: Yeah, whatever, I don't know. Anyway, I was trying to think of all the different types of worms, but I could only come up with three, earth worms…

Summer: Yeah, Cohen, I don't care. Get on with what happened and skip the science lesson.

Seth: Right. So, I asked Ryan to help me think of more worms, but he jumped up and said that he had to go buy a few things and he asked me to let Marissa go so that when he got back he could talk to her.

Summer: That's it. He didn't tell you what he had to buy or if he finally realized what he did wrong?

Seth: No.

Summer: Great, but does he know?

Seth: What he's buying, yeah, I would think so. (She hangs her head and lets it fall into her hands while she shakes it out of disbelief at Seth's ignorance to life.) What, what did I do now?

Summer: Seth, listen to me. I don't care what Chino is buying. I wanted to know if he realized what he did wrong, so that when he comes to talk to Marissa, we will know if they will solve this on their own or if we are going to have to intervene again.

Seth: Oh. Ooohhh, I get it. (He thinks for a few seconds before replying.) Yeah, I don't know.

Summer: Cohen! (She slaps his arm, angry at him for not knowing more.) Didn't you ask him when he left?

Seth: Uh, duh!

Summer: Never, ever do that to me again. Understand?

Seth: Yes, Summer.

Summer: He didn't say anything? He just ran out after saying he had to buy some things and that you should free Marissa.

Seth: Uh-huh. I asked him what he figured out, but he wouldn't tell me.

Summer: SETH!

Seth: What?

Summer: I already know what he needed to figure out; that was easy. I just wanted to know whether or not he did!

Seth: Of course, why else would he have run out of there so quickly?

Summer: Couldn't you have just said that in the first place instead of playing this run-around game with me?

Seth: I thought you wanted to know what he did wrong not if he realized something. I thought that was obvious enough. (They sit in silence for a second before Seth speaks.) So, what exactly did he do wrong? (Summer's jaw drops and she stares at Seth.)

Summer: You really don't know?

Seth: Ummm, nope.

Summer: I can't believe you!

Seth: What?

Summer: If you don't realize why Marissa was mad, then maybe you need to do some thinking about our relationship. (She rolls over and faces the wall opposite of Seth.)

Seth: Dmn it woman! This is not our fight! Why are you getting so hormonal on me? (Summer rolls back over and faces him slowly because of her surgery.)

Summer: That's it! We're not talking for at least an hour! First you don't understand why they are fighting…

Seth: Who cares? It's not our fight!

Summer: Well, now it is, isn't it?

Seth: This is the last time I ever try to help them!

Summer: And then you go and tell me I'm acting hormonal! Way to be sensitive, Cohen! Did you forget that I just lost our baby last week? (She starts to cry and Seth immediately regrets what he said and is sorry, but, like normal, he spoke before he thought.)

Seth: Summer, I'm sorry. You're right; I'm an insensitive jerk, I don't deserve you, and what I said was uncalled for.

Summer: I never said that though.

Seth: I just thought I would save us some time and cut right to the chase. So, what can I do to make it up to you?

Summer: Unfortunately, because Ryan should be back here to talk to Marissa soon, I can't kick you out of our room tonight. So, I guess, to make it up to me, you're going to have to be my slave all night long.

Seth: I'm always your slave…your love slave!

Summer: Yeah, and we both know that's not going to happen for a while, so tonight, you have to do anything I want you to.

Seth: Fine! What's first on the list? Summer sits in contemplation for a moment, before she thinks of his first chore.)

Summer: I'll start slowly and make your first duty an easy one, one that will not be at all painful for me and not that painful for you. I want a foot massage.

Seth: Which foot? (Summer kicks him as he moves to sit by her feet.)

Summer: Not funny, smart ss!

Seth: I thought it was pretty funny!

Summer: Do you want another kick, and this time, I'm aim in a certain direction!

Seth: No thank you. So, which foot…first?

Summer: Better, and you can surprise me, but the rule is you can't talk while you work. Only I get to talk, and you have to remain silent unless I ask you a specific question.

Seth: But Summer….

Summer: No buts! You said you'd do anything to make it up to me, and this is just a part of your punishment. Besides, I need the quiet to think of what you're going to do next. Now, let's see what those bony fingers of yours can do. (She wiggles her toes, he cracks his fingers, and then he begins to massage her feet. The scene leaves them as Summer giggles quietly and goes to a fancy restaurant. Julie and Caleb are having dinner there. They have just finished their meal and are sitting there drinking wine and talking.)

Julie: Cal, I just want to say thank you.

Caleb: For what?

Julie: For the past few weeks. I, honestly, have never had this much fun nor been more honored to be someone's friend. This was a wonderful dinner; it was the perfect goodbye. Whenever I look back upon my time in Newport, I will always remember you and how sweet you were to me and how well you treated me, even after…everything that happened.

Caleb: It has been my pleasure, but I was under the impression that we were more than just friends, Juju.

Julie: If I wouldn't have to leave, who knows what would happen. I was hoping maybe we would be able to date; I know that I have feelings for you, but, at this point, I think it will be easier for me to leave you if we just kept things simple between us, you know, no emotional attachment.

Caleb: And I thought I told you to give me a chance to think of something. You are not leaving Newport if I have anything to say about it, and you know, as well as I do, that here, in Newport Beach, I have plenty to say about what happens.

Julie: I really don't see what you could do.

Caleb: Well, what do you need to be able to stay here?

Julie: A miracle.

Caleb: No, I don't think it's that bad. How about a job?

Julie: Doing what? I have no training, no work history, no formal education. I was a stay at home Mom for twenty one years and not a very good one for that matter.

Caleb: I don't really think you were cut out for that type of life. What about if we start with what interests you? What, if you had your choice, would you do for a living?

Julie: Honestly, I always imagined myself in one of two jobs. I would either be a party planner or an interior decorator. I've always had a flair for presentation and design, but, at this point, I don't think either one of those careers are very feasible. The only things I'm qualified for wouldn't pay enough for me to live in this community, so I'm going home…to Riverside.

Caleb: Nonsense, I could help you get a job wherever you want. I'm an influential man, people listen to me, fear me, and many, many people owe me favors.

Julie: I don't want you to get a job for me, Cal; I want to earn it on my own credentials.

Caleb: I can respect that. So, how are we going to get people to notice you?

Julie: Excuse me?

Caleb: You need some publicity, some way to show this community what you can do. My house is already decorated, but there are always parties to be thrown. (He sits for a minute to think. Julie is shocked by the direction this conversation has taken. She expected him to loan her money, invite her to live with him, or offer to put her up as his mistress, but never help her get a job. Did she even want a job? As he sat and thought of how to give her exposure as a party planner, she sat there bewildered at the present turn of events.) I've got it!

Julie: Got what?

Caleb: The perfect event for you to throw. It will take you a while to organize it, because I want it to be the biggest party Newport has seen in years, but that works with their timetable. What do you say about a spring engagement party?

Julie: Excuse me?

Caleb: For Seth and Summer, I want you to throw them an engagement party for me. I'll pay for everything, pay you to do it, and once everyone sees how wonderful you are at event planning, I'll help you start up the business, and once you're on your feet, you can pay me back.

Julie: (She fakes being excited about the idea and plasters a smile on her face.) Cal, do you really think it would work?

Caleb: Of course it will work! Why wouldn't it?

Julie: I don't know…what do you have in mind?

Caleb: I want this to be big, huge. We'll have it when the kids are on spring break so that they can be home for the whole week. It will be a week long festivity, mainly family events, but then on Saturday night, you will throw their party for me at my home. Everyone, all of Newport Beach, hell all of Orange County, at least the wealthy and influential, will be invited. It will be a party people will be talking about for months afterwards and the perfect launching pad for your new career. So, what do you think?

Julie: I can't believe…I can't believe this is happening. It's all so sudden.

Caleb: Well, since you came into my office this afternoon, it's the only thing I've been thinking about, and I thought that you'd be good at this, but I didn't want to force you into it if you weren't interested.

Julie: Cal, this all sounds wonderful, but what am I to do with myself while I'm planning this party. I can't afford to stay at the inn any longer let alone a cheep motel; like I told you, I am out of money. I won't even be able to buy food, and I won't be able to find a second job, because by the sounds of your plans, this party will be occupying all of my available free time. I just don't see how this could work.

Caleb: Is that all? Those problems are easy to solve. You'll just move in with me…in my guest house.

Julie: You have a guest house?

Caleb: I never showed it to you?

Julie: No, no you did not.

Caleb: Yes, I do, and, trust me, you'll be very comfortable, and as for meals, we'll be dining out or ordering in every night, so you won't starve. I'm sure my maid can also drop by the guest house in the morning and bring you breakfast as well, and since you'll be working from the main house during the day, you can just help yourself to the kitchen when you're hungry.

Julie: Well, I guess you have thought of everything. I just have one…well, actually, two more questions.

Caleb: Okay. You can go first, but I have one for you, too.

Julie: First of all, I don't want to push you, but when can I move in, because tonight is my last night at the inn?

Caleb: I will send my car to pick you up in the morning when you check out.

Julie: Thank you.

Caleb: And your other question? (Julie laughs flirtatiously.)

Julie: I was just wondering if you would mind if I ordered dessert. I just didn't want this night to end yet; it's been so perfect.

Caleb: Anything you'd like, but first, you need to answer my question.

Julie: What is it, Cal?

Caleb: Since we solved your financial problems, can we explore this relationship and where it could take us?

Julie: Really, you want to?

Caleb: I thought I just said so.

Julie: Well, I just want to make sure I heard you right, because that is exactly what I want to do. (She looks around her to see if anyone is paying attention to them, and when she is satisfied that no one is, she leans across the table and kisses Caleb quickly but with enough intensity to show that she wants to explore a relationship with him. Once she pulls away, she smoothes out her lipstick, sits back down, looks around her nervously, and straightens her clothes feigning embarrassment.)

Caleb: Well, let's get you that dessert. (He signals to the waiter and the man begins to walk towards their table. The scene leaves them and goes back to Seth and Summer in the apartment. He is still massaging her feet. Summer looks completely at peace, and although Seth is going to complain, he really doesn't mind doing this for her.)

Seth: Woman, can I please do something else? My fingers are going numb. (He stops massaging her feet and shakes his hands as if to wake up his fingers. As he is doing so, he makes a whining noise continually, but Summer sits up and puts her fingers over his lips and grabs his hands to stop him because she has heard the front door open. The shower can be heard going in the background.) Summer, what are you doing?

Summer: (She whispers.) Ssh! Cohen, didn't you hear that? I think Ryan just returned. Now get up and go over and spy out the door, see if you can't see what he bought. (Seth shakes his head and gets up and tiptoes to the door. When he gets to it, he gingerly pulls it open enough to provide a crack to look through.) Cohen, can you see anything? (He doesn't turn around when he replies so that he can keep spying.)

Seth: Oh, wow!

Summer: (She is still whispering.) What? Seth, tell me what you see. (He doesn't say anything, and she gets impatient and yells.) What the hell did Chino buy, Cohen? (Ryan hears Summer and starts walking towards their door. Seth sees him, jumps back and runs back to the bed and jumps inside of the covers and tries to act like he wasn't spying on Ryan.)
Seth: He heard you and I think he saw me, and now he's coming here.

Summer: Good! He can tell me himself what he has planned. God Cohen, can't you do anything right? (Seth starts to object that she was the one who blew his cover, but Ryan knocks on the door before he can say anything.) Come in. (Ryan walks in. He is carrying dozens of roses in bundles in all colors, white, yellow, pink, purple, and orange but no red and bags with unknown supplies in them. Seth is still glowering at Summer for blaming him, while Summer is just beaming at Ryan.)

Ryan: So, Summer, I heard that you might be interested in what I have in these bags.

Summer: (She laughs dismissively.) What makes you say that?

Ryan: I do believe you said so yourself just a few minutes ago.

Seth: I told you he heard you! (He sticks his tongue out at her and she grabs it and pulls it. He cries out in pain and she lets go. Ryan laughs at them.)

Ryan: Alright, I'll tell you, but Seth has to do me a favor.

Summer: He will do anything you want.

Seth: I will?

Summer: Yes, you will.

Seth: I will.

Ryan: Okay, so obviously I bought roses, because of the poem.

Seth: Dude, why no red? We already know that you love her, and red roses mean love?

Ryan: They're also cliché and I don't like them.

Summer: He's right. Go on though, what else did you buy?

Ryan: I got a bunch of candles, a few CD's for us to listen to, hopefully, there are some chocolate covered strawberries and champagne in the fridge, and I also got her a little gift.

Summer: Which would be?

Ryan: Un-uh, that's between Marissa and I, sorry Summer.

Summer: That's okay, I understand.

Seth: Well I don't; what did you get her?

Ryan: Fine, there are two gifts. One…is…

Summer: You can say it, Ryan, we're all family here.

Ryan: Jewelry.

Seth: Boy, you're really trying to get some aren't you? (Summer pinches him hard and Ryan just glares at him.) I'm sorry; that's very romantic of you.

Summer: Yes, it is, and I'm sure Marissa will love it…whatever it is, but trust me, I will see it tomorrow.

Ryan: I don't doubt that for a second.

Seth: What's the other gift?

Ryan: Nope, that is definitely just between me and Marissa. There is nothing you will be able to do to get me to tell you about that one.

Seth: Fine. (He pouts.)

Summer: So, what do you need Seth to do?

Ryan: I just wanted him to help me set up. She won't be in the shower forever, and I wanted to have the room set up by the time she got out.

Seth: (He stands up.) Sure man. I'm right behind you. (Ryan leaves the room with all of his bags and goes into his room. Seth stays behind for a second to speak with Summer.) Don't worry, I'll find out what that other gift is. (He smiles, she laughs, and then he runs out of the room and goes into Ryan and Marissa's. When he walks in, Ryan puts his finger to his lips signifying that Seth had to be quiet.)

Ryan: I appreciate you helping me, but we have to work quickly and you can't talk, because I don't want her to suspect anything. Okay?

Seth: I understand. (He walks towards the bed where all of the bags are lying and starts to pull candles out and sets them around the room. Ryan spreads the loose rose petals around the room and arranges the bouquets in vases that he bought.)

Ryan: Seth, while I light these candles, will you go and put water in all of the vases, please? (He whispers this, and in reply, Seth just shakes his head and takes the first vase out of the room with him and walks towards the kitchen. As soon as he leaves, Ryan grabs a bag under the bed and pulls out two wrapped boxes and puts them under the blankets before he goes to light the candles. Seth keeps walking back and forth to grab the other vases and Ryan keeps lighting the candles. Once Seth returns with the last vase, he goes up to Ryan.)

Seth: I was going to try to get rid of you to snoop for the mystery present, but I'm going to be mature for once in my life and just leave you alone. I'm going to grab some food from the fridge, and Summer and I will just stay in our room all night playing Jenga. Don't do anything I wouldn't do! (Ryan laughs quietly before replying.)

Ryan: Thanks for all your help, man. (Seth waves as he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and Ryan goes back to lighting the candles. The scene leaves Ryan and goes to Sandy and Kirsten as they are tucking Zoe into bed. She is asleep, and Sandy is carrying her upstairs while Kirsten follows behind him. When they reach her room, Kirsten pulls down the bedding and Sandy lies her down. They take her shoes and socks off but leave her in her clothes and tuck her in. Sandy kisses her forehead first and then waits for Kirsten who does it second. Once she is done, they leave together and shut the door behind them quietly. As they walk down the stairs, they begin to talk quietly.)

Sandy: She was beat.

Kirsten: We had a busy day.

Sandy: But a good one. We should just spend more time like that, simple, family fun.

Kirsten: It was nice wasn't it? No drama, no fighting, no big fuss. Just you, me, and Zoe at the park and beach. (They reach the bottom of the stairs and Sandy pulls Kirsten to him.)

Sandy: But she's in bed now, so you and I, Mrs. Cohen, are all alone with a whole evening all to ourselves. Do you have any ideas of what we should do with ourselves?

Kirsten: I think we should play a game. (She is becoming very flirtatious.)

Sandy: (He raises his eyebrows.) A game?

Kirsten: Yes.

Sandy: Okay, I'll bite. What type of game do you want to play?

Kirsten: Well, I'll let you pick the game, but I am going to change the rules a little.

Sandy: There's only one game I'm any good at…chess.

Kirsten: I can work with that. (This surprises him.)

Sandy: You hate chess.

Kirsten: You haven't heard my rule change.

Sandy: Fine then, enlighten me.

Kirsten: Hmm… (She leans in and kisses him lightly.) I will, but first, we should put our pjs on, because we could be playing for a while, and I want to be comfortable. Why don't you grab some beer from the fridge?

Sandy: You bought beer?

Kirsten: I thought you deserved a treat after the week we had.

Sandy: And here I thought I'd get you for a treat, but I won't argue with beer. (He tries to enwrap her in a hug, but she pulls away.)

Kirsten: Nope, none of that right now. You grab the beer and the board, and I'll meet you in the bedroom. I'm going to change. (She walks away, and he goes to the kitchen and grabs a six pack of beer from the fridge. Then he goes into his den and grabs the chess board. When he gets to the bedroom, Kirsten is in her pajamas.)

Sandy: Aren't you a little warm in all those? Don't you think you should take some of them off?

Kirsten: Are you trying to seduce me, Sandy, because it's not going to work. We're going to play chess…modified chess. Now, go and change and I will set the board up. (He shakes his head but listens and leaves to change in the bathroom. Kirsten gets two bottles of beer out, puts them on the table, and then sets up the board game. When Sandy walks out of the bathroom, she is waiting for him sipping her beer.) Now, I do believe I owe you a new rule explanation.

Sandy: That would be nice. (He sits down and takes a drink of his beer when she replies.)

Kirsten: We're going to be playing strip chess. (He almost chokes on his beer, and when he puts he bottle down, there is a large grin on his face and a very sly look on hers.)

Sandy: You never cease to surprise me. This is going to be one good night! (He laughs, which makes her laugh, and they begin to play. The camera fades away from them, but before it leaves, it stops outside the door to the bedroom and peers in. They are talking as they play, enjoying each other's company, but it cannot be heard what they are saying. The scene goes back to Ryan who has just finished setting up the room and all the candles are lit. He then pulls the covers back and takes the two gifts out and sets them on Marissa's nightstand. On his, the chocolate covered strawberries are arranged on a silver tray, two frosted champagne classes are sitting there, and an un-opened bottle is as well. He goes over to the door which leads into the bathroom through their room and stops for a second before entering. Once he enters, he says her name and then he goes over to the shower and opens the door. Marissa is frightened and screams. While she turns around to see who it is, she tries to cover herself. When she sees that it is Ryan, she becomes angry. The camera does not show anything inappropriate for television.)

Marissa: What the hell are you trying to do, Ryan, give me a heart attack! You scared me to death!

Ryan: I'm sorry; I just assumed you would have heard me come in. I never meant to scare you.

Marissa: Well, I didn't hear you, and you did scare me.

Ryan: What were you thinking about that you were so lost in thought you never heard me open the door and say your name? (She glares at him.)

Marissa: What do you think I was thinking about!

Ryan: Oh…yeah, about that…

Marissa: What do you want Ryan! I'm trying to shower here, so if you don't have anything to say that will fix this problem between us, I'd really like you to leave!

Ryan: I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out.

Marissa: Well, could you hand me a towel at least, because I'm getting cold!

Ryan: I rather prefer you just the way you are. (He is very turned on by her right now, but that is not what he should have said, and she just becomes angrier.)

Marissa: Tell me what you have to say or get the hell out of here, Ryan!

Ryan: (Her tone angers him because she doesn't seem to want to give him a chance to explain, so he becomes angry as well.) No, I'm not going anywhere until you listen to what I have to say! (Marissa shifts positions, puts her hands on her hips, but she does not say anything so he continues.) I'm sorry that I got jealous; I realize that he did not try to come on to you. I'm sorry that I tried to start a fight with your friend from work. I'm sorry that I embarrassed you in front of your new friend, but most of all, I'm sorry that I didn't trust you, that I didn't trust our relationship and what we feel for each other. No matter what, even if that guy would have hit on you, I know that you would not let anything happen and that you would never hurt me or cheat on me, because you love me. You trust me, and I, although I didn't show you, I trust you, too, and I promise you that I will never doubt you again. I can't promise that I won't get jealous again or try to start a fight over you, because there will be plenty of guys who will want to take you away from me, but I will do anything and everything in my power to show you just how much I trust you. Here. (He moves his left arm from behind his back and he holds out a perfect, Sterling rose to her.) I finally understand what you were trying to tell me with that poem. (Marissa is becoming emotional. Tears are slowly gliding down her cheeks.) I don't want to let my jealousy ever ruin the rose that our relationship is, and from this day on, I promise to always keep a fresh, healthy rose in our room to remind me of the love we share, the trust we share, and the wonderful relationship you have given me a chance to be a part of. I'm so sorry Marissa for ever making you doubt me, how much I love, respect, and trust you. I'll just set this down and let you get back to your shower. When you're done, we can talk, okay. I have a surprise for you later, but nothing has to happen. We can just talk, spend time with each other. I'll go. (He turns around and reaches to put the rose on the vanity. Before he can leave though, Marissa shoots her hand out and grabs a hold of his shoulder. He turns around to face her. By this point, she is crying uncontrollably.) Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you this sad; I just wanted to let you know how I felt, and now look at what I've done. I've made you feel worse. I'm sor… (Before he can finish was he is saying, she grabs his shirt with both of her hand and pulls him towards her. Her lips crash into his as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls her towards her soaking wet body. He doesn't argue or pull away from the contract. As the kiss becomes more passionate, Marissa lets go of his neck and begins to fumble clumsily with his buttons on his shirt. She is still standing in the shower and he is outside of it. He pulls away and looks into her eyes.) Marissa….I just…. (She interrupts him.)

Marissa: Ryan, just shut up. I've heard enough talk. All I wanted was for you to realize what made me mad. I was never going to break up with you or lose you over this, although I was really mad yesterday. But, you've apologized enough, and we've spent enough time fighting and being apart. I want you to be with me right now.

Ryan: What, right now? (He is confused.)

Marissa: (She laughs.) You know, I think that you need a shower, too. (He catches on to what she means and smiles. He tries to step away from her to take off his clothes, but she pulls him into the shower with her. After she closes the door, she pushes him up against the shower wall but does not kiss him. Music begins to play and continues throughout the rest of the scene. The song is: "Strong Enough" by Sheryl Crow. First, she finishes unbuttoning his shirt and lets it fall onto the floor of the shower. The she pulls his wife beater up over his head and throws it to the ground as well. As she unbuckles his belt, she kisses his chest and abdomen. He tries to pull her lips to his, but she doesn't let him as she insists that he wait for the contact. Once the belt is off, it is thrown with other clothing onto the floor of the shower. His pants come off quickly afterwards, as both are about to the point where they cannot take it any longer. They, the pants, are left on the floor. Next, she runs one finger underneath his waistband of his boxers, teasing but not pulling them down.)

Ryan: (He is breathing loudly out of anticipation and excitement, but he is almost to his breaking point.) Baby, please, soon! (Marissa laughs and stands up straight to kiss him. As their kiss becomes passionate, she slides her hands into the boxers and pulls them down and he kicks them off. Now, it is Ryan's turn to take control. He picks her up and she straddles his torso with her legs. Her arms go around his neck once again and she runs her hands through his hair, slightly pulling on it as she rubs her body even closer to his. He turns them around so that her back is towards the wall and leans in against her as their bodies melt into one, the water pours down on them, and the cameras fade to black.)

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