In this scene it is now evening. The party is getting underway (which means there are many extras milling around the Cohen house. Summer and Seth have been greeting Sandy and Kirsten's guests, answering the various questions as to why the hosts were not there. No one seemed to mind, because, hello, this was Newport and a party at the Cohen residence meant an open bar, gourmet food, and a distractingly beautiful ambiance. As it seems as if the arrivals are winding down, Seth is becoming impatient and wants to leave the room, but Summer is keeping him there by her side, threatening him with her eyes, and they finish speaking with the last arrivals. The house is decorated for the holiday, of course red, pink, and white being the dominant colors, and fresh flowers are everywhere. As the camera zooms in on Summer and Seth, the couple they had just been speaking with walk off to find refreshments and Summer finally closes the door, hoping that there would be no more arrivals.
Seth: Ugh! If this is what it's like to host a party, we never are…ever!
Summer: Yes, we are, because although putting on fake smiles and pretending to like people sucks, it's still fun to organize the party and to get ready for it.
Seth: But, that's like work, Summer, why would you ever want to voluntarily put yourself through that kind of headache?
Summer: It was fun...doing this for your Mom, calling the caters, florists, decorators. I love bossing people around!
Seth: I know.
Summer: You better get used to it, because it's only going to get worse when we're married and especially after we have kids.
Seth: I would expect nothing less of you.
Summer: So, speaking of orders, I have one for you now.
Seth: What? Who do I have to be talk to now; what do you want me to get for you?
Summer: Quit your complaining, Cohen. I want my present, now!
Seth: (He smiles.) Okay. Do I get mine, too?
Summer: What present?
Seth: (His mouth falls open in shock and he begins to pout.) But Summer, I thought Marissa told you that you had to get me something. (His eyes leave her and gaze out into the room looking at nothing.) Maybe I should date Marissa? She cooks, she's literate…
Summer: And I'm not?
Seth: Reading chic lit and magazines don't count my miniature mademoiselle.
Summer: If you keep this up, Cohen, all your going to get for Valentine's Day are my stiletto heals up your scrawny little ss!
Seth: Both!
Summer: Yeah! Imagine the pain Cohen! Will she do it or won't she? Then ask yourself, do you feel lucky, well do you punk?
Seth: (His face erupts in a wide smile.) I never thought I'd ever get to call you my Dirty Harry, but Summer you have proved me wrong! That was awesome! Have you been catching up on my DVD collection?
Summer: What else was I supposed to do while on bed rest when you were all out of the apartment?
Seth: And you picked that movie?
Summer: Actually, Chino recommended it. It wasn't bad.
Seth: I can't believe my girlfriend likes Clint Eastwood movies! This is a dream come true! So, do you want to watch one tonight after everyone leaves and we have Zoe tucked in bed?
Summer: Sure. Now, come on! (She grabs him by the tie and pulls him up the stairs after her.) I want my present and I want it now!
Seth: What about the guests?
Summer: They have the bar to entertain them; we'll be back later.
Seth: So, you seriously did not get me anything?
Summer: Ugh, Cohen, stop whining!
Seth: If I stop whining will I get my present?
Summer: What?
Seth: I know you got me something!
Summer: I did not! (They have now reached Seth's door. Summer opens it and walks inside. Seth follows her and shuts the door behind him.)
Seth: Yes you did; I saw the box. I tried to shake it to see what it was, but I couldn't hear anything, so I'm thinking you got me some new comics, perhaps first editions.
Summer: Yeah right, like you need anymore comics!
Seth: (Disappointed.) Oh.
Summer: Well if you know that I got you a gift, I might as well tell you that it might not be comics, but you'll like it.
Seth: Good! I wouldn't want to hate my first Valentine's Day present ever!
Summer: But, as punishment for snooping, I get to open mine first. (Seth holds up one finger to symbolize that he will be right back. He walks over the closet, opens it and rummages on the shelf above the rack. Finally he pulls down two boxes. He hands them to her and motions for her to sit down on the bed to open them. When she goes to unwrap one, he stops her.)
Seth: No, wait, open this one first. (He takes the gift she had been prepared to open out of her hands and slides the other one closer to her. She picks it up and quickly rips off the paper. When she opens it, it is a satellite radio.) I know this is not really a surprise, so I don't know why I wrapped it, but you said I had to buy you one. So, here you are. (Summer looks at him with a disgusted look on her face, which Seth notices and laughs.) Don't worry, I promise the second gift, here, (He hands her the second gift.) is much better. (She begins to open it quickly, eagerly anticipating what he got her.) I thought of it all on my own, and I must say, I don't think Ryan would ever come up with this gift. (Summer finally gets the paper off of it but stops before opening the box.)
Summer: God Cohen, how much tape did you use? I don't need to go to the gym tomorrow; I just did some strength training while trying to open my present!
Seth: Well, I wanted to make sure that if you found the gifts, I'd be there to catch you before you ever got it opened. (She laughs.)
Summer: I'm not a child like you Cohen; I can resist the urge to snoop.
Seth: (She sits there laughing at him, but Seth snaps her out of her giggles.) Are you going to open it or are you just going to insult me all night? (She rolls her eyes and finally opens the box. She gently picks up the two items in the box and holds them in her hand to examine them. They are gold stars with her name engraved on them. One says Summer Roberts and the other says Summer Roberts Cohen.) I thought that everyone should know who the star was in your dressing room, so I had these made. The second one's for after we're married. (She laughs at him.)
Summer: Really Cohen, I couldn't tell. (Although she's picking on him, her tone implies that she is not mad but just teasing him.)
Seth: So?
Summer: I love them! Whatever made you think of it?
Seth: Well, to be honest, I was watching your DVD set of The Valley, season three, and on the behind the scenes footage, it showed Grady Bridges' dressing room door. He had this huge gaudy placard on it literally proclaiming him to the star of the show and that without him, the show would be cancelled. At first I was mad, because April so makes that show, and if it wasn't for her….anyway, I knew that my little star needed something on her door, of course less vulgar and stuck up, so I had these made.
Summer: Did you buy me a drill so that I can install this Monday morning? (She is teasing him, but he doesn't pick up on this.)
Seth: What's a drill again, because although I know I didn't buy you one, I don't want to go in a hardware store without you there to protect me because those guys always threaten me when I go there, but we may be able to steal one from my Dad.
Summer: Your Dad has tools?
Seth: Okay, so there basically Ryan's, but that doesn't matter.
Summer: Never mind Cohen. Let me grab your gift.
Seth: No, don't get up, stay. I know where it is. (He stands up and runs out of the room down the hallway to the guest bedroom. While he is gone, Summer runs her hands over the engraved names on the two stars while smiling down upon them. When Seth runs back into the room, he bounds unto the bed and immediately starts to rip open the box, tearing through the paper and just tossing it aside. When he gets it open, he is holding a rather large white box with nothing on it to give away what is inside. Slowly, he picks it up and lowers it back down repeatedly.) For such a large box, it sure doesn't weigh much.
Summer: Well, you have a big mouth but that doesn't mean great thing come out of it. Just shut up Cohen and open your dmn present before I decide to take it away! (He grabs a hold of the box and pulls it away from Summer protectively.)
Seth: Never! You will never get my present! (Summer rolls her eyes, Seth laughs at his own "humor", and then he once again resumes opening the box. Once he opens it, he gets a confused look on his face as he pulls out an envelope.)
Summer: I knew that if I handed you just an envelope you'd be disappointed, so I had it wrapped in a box, but trust me, you'll like the gift. (He opens the envelope and pulls out two plane tickets. When he reads them, his face lights up.) I know it's not the same as sailing there, but we won't have enough time to sail, so I thought we'd just have to fly.
Seth: Tahiti! You bought us tickets for Tahiti!
Summer: Don't get too excited, those tickets are for our honeymoon.
Seth: But that's a year and a half away!
Summer: I know, but I wanted to get the most important aspect of the wedding planned first, so I already organized and booked everything we need for the honeymoon.
Seth: I can't believe they let you book this early.
Summer: Cohen, haven't you learned yet that money can get you just about everything you want?
Seth: It didn't get me you.
Summer: And what do you think did?
Seth: My dashing good looks, my charm, my witty sense of humor, my artistic ability, Summer, the list just goes on and on!
Summer: Yeah, I don't think so. I'm with you because you're Caleb Nichol's grandson, heir to the Newport Group.
Seth: (He knows that she is teasing him, so he smiles, leans in, and kisses her briefly before pulling away.) That works for me. (Summer laughs.) But, although I love your present, it does seem like a present to yourself, too.
Summer: Duh! Why would I buy something that I didn't benefit from?
Seth: (He pulls her to him again and starts to kiss her, this time more passionately.) You wouldn't, and that's why I love you! (She pulls him closer to her as they continue to make out on his bed. The camera leaves them and goes to the pier. Trey and Caitlyn are quietly walking their way down the boardwalk working their way to the marina where the yachts are docked. They are silent as they work their way there as they both are eating their ice cream. When they reach the end of the dock, they sit on a bench to finish their last few bites of ice cream.)
Trey: Are you full yet? I've never seen a girl so small who could eat so much! Where do you put it?
Caitlyn: Maybe I just needed to refuel; you know after all that strenuous activity I did this afternoon. (By looking at her face, it is obvious that she is teasing him, but he is looking out at the ocean and misses the smirk on her face.)
Trey: What! (He turns to her out of shock and slightly angry.)
Caitlyn: Yeah! I don't think my body has ever been in some of those positions before…. (He is about lose his cool, but she smiles and laughs at him throwing him off guard.) at Yoga. (When she finishes the sentence he looks at her and realizes that she was goading him the entire time.)
Trey: That was not funny…at all!
Caitlyn: Oh come on, you have to admit that it was a little bit funny, I mean your face…I wish I had a camera. It was priceless!
Trey: I'm glad someone's enjoying themselves; sorry I can't say it's mutual.
Caitlyn: Well if you dislike the idea of me going to yoga so much, I could always stop.
Trey: (He laughs at her little game.) Oh no, I don't think so, and you know that I have absolutely no problem with the yoga; what I object to is the fact that you led me purposely to believe that you were…. that you had been….
Caitlyn: What?
Trey: You know, that you and someone else…
Caitlyn: Nope; I have no idea what you're talking about. To make sure I don't do it again, you better enlighten me.
Trey: You like making me squirm, don't you?
Caitlyn: It is rather amusing.
Trey: Well, since you find this little game so amusing, I'll just play one of my own, a silent game. (He turns away from her and refuses to look or speak to her. At first, when she moves closer to him, he pulls away, but then she stands up and sits back down on his lap, straddling his legs with hers. She kisses his right cheek and then his left, slowly getting him to smile. Once his eyes catch hers, he pulls her closer and kisses her on the lips. After a moment of making out, they are interrupted by a very snotty woman clearing her throat. Caitlyn embarrassed, gets off of Trey, smoothes out her hair, and then sits down beside him before looking up. The woman though notices who she is disapproving of before the girl does and her face drops in surprise.)
Julie: Caitlyn! (Hearing her name being yelled by a very familiar voice, Caitlyn looks up and sees her mother standing in front of her with Caleb Nichol with her hands on her hips.) Does your Father know that you're here….with this…thing….making a public spectacle of yourself!
Caitlyn: (Her voice conveys her annoyance and sounds like she is exhausted and can't wait for the conversation to be over.) He's in Atlanta, not that that's any of your business. What do you want Julie?
Caleb: You can't talk to your Mother like that young lady!
Caitlyn: And why not? She's never been my Mother; Marissa raised me! If anyone was my Mother growing up, it was her, and now, thanks to her and my Dad, Marissa has left me so that she can actually be happy!
Caleb: I don't think this is the time or place for this conversation and I don't think your behavior (He indicates Caitlyn and Trey.) is appropriate for the pier. Perhaps you should take this someplace else?
Caitlyn: (She stands up and pulls Trey after her.) Gladly; suddenly I find it hard to breathe here anyway! (They walk away in a hurry as Caleb watches her leave with a curious look on his face and Julie looks frankly bored with the whole experience.)
Julie: So, I take it you two have met before?
Caleb: I'm not sure.
Julie: What? She seemed to know you and you definitely acted like you had spoken before. I mean, you didn't need any introductions from me.
Caleb: Oh of course I've met Caitlyn before, at Kiki's anniversary party, but that kid looked so familiar, I could have sworn I've seen him before.
Julie: He's probably the son of one of your business associates.
Caleb: That kid is not from Newport, and, now that I think of it, he's no kid either. He has to be 25, and Caitlyn's only 17; doesn't this bother you at all?
Julie: Not really, I mean she's practically an adult and it's not like my opinion of the situation is going to matter to her.
Caleb: Maybe you should at least speak to Jimmy about it when he returns.
Julie: Hm….we'll see.
Caleb: Juju!
Julie: Fine, I'll talk to Jimmy although that conversation should be interesting.
Caleb: Thank you. Now come on, we're late. (He walks off towards the yacht without even waiting for Julie to come with him. As he leaves her alone, she turns around and takes one more glance at a minute Trey and Caitlyn off in the distance. Before joining him, she talks to herself.)
Julie: Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm! When you're done with that Caity, pass him along to Mama! (She smiles one more time before walking as quickly as she can in her heals to Caleb who is waiting for her on the deck of the yacht. The camera leaves them and goes to Ryan, Marissa, and Zoe at he diner. They already have their food and are eating while they talk. The first song playing softly in the background is Hard-Fi's "Cash Machine".)
Zoe: Guess what Ryan!
Ryan: What?
Zoe: Marissa is Aurora.
Ryan: She is?
Zoe: Yeah, and Summer is Little Miss Vixen and I'm Tinker Bell!
Ryan: (Ryan laughs.) Poor Summer. (Marissa laughs at his comment, while Zoe suddenly loses her motivation to talk and goes back to her fries dipping them in catsup and getting it all over her face.)
Marissa: Do you even know what she's referring to?
Ryan: You're Aurora from Sleeping Beauty,…
Marissa: How do you know that?
Ryan: It's her favorite movie, and she has made me watch it hundreds of times, but you do realize the honor she has bestowed upon you, naming you after her favorite character?
Marissa: Wow, that really makes me extra bad for Summer, or shall I say Little Miss Vixen, then.
Ryan: And she does look like Tinker Bell. I assume that was your idea?
Marissa: Yes. I have a question though, where did this character Seth drew of Summer come from?
Ryan: Back when we were in high school he created this comic book, and Little Miss Vixen was based upon Summer.
Marissa: Do you have a character?
Ryan: Yeah, Kid Chino.
Marissa: And Seth?
Ryan: The Ironist.
Marissa: Excuse me? Did he fight crime with his iron and ironing board, because he definitely does not have the strength of iron? (Ryan laughs.)
Ryan: I'm not quite sure where his name came from.
Marissa: So, what happened to the comic?
Ryan: He submitted it for publication but got denied. They said he needed another character, that Kid Chino needed a girlfriend, too.
Marissa: Great, so that probably means that Seth is transforming me into a comic book character as we speak! This ought to be interesting. (Ryan laughs and gently kisses her.)
Ryan: Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well represented, because, I mean, your reputation reflects upon Kid Chino's as well.
Marissa: Wow, what a selfless and benevolent boyfriend you are!
Ryan: I try. (He leans and kisses her again, but before the kiss can become too passionate, Ryan is hit in the head with a fry and Zoe starts to laugh hysterically. As he pulls away, Marissa notices that he has catsup on his forehead, so she leans and kisses the spot so as to clean it off. When she does this, he smiles and turns to Zoe.) I was going to yell at you Tink, but now I guess I have to thank you. (Zoe looks at him confused.) Because you threw that fry at me, I got a kiss from Aurora.
Zoe: You're only allowed to kiss when you have to wake her up, Ryan.
Marissa: But honey, I don't sleep all the time and I'm not under a spell. Just look at it as if Ryan already woke me up and that now we're happy together so we get to kiss each other all the time.
Zoe: Well, if you're already awake, then you two have to get married. (Marissa and Ryan smile at each other slyly but turn back to Zoe to explain to her that they couldn't do that. While they talk to her, the song changes and "Not Going Home" by the Elected starts to play.)
Ryan: I'm sorry, honey, but Marissa is really not Aurora just like you're really not Tinker Bell, but we can pretend, okay?
Zoe: So then why don't you guys pretend to be married?
Marissa: (She looks at Ryan and they both shrug their shoulders.) Is that what you really want us to do?
Zoe: Yes!
Marissa: So what do we do?
Zoe: Well, first you need to wear rings. (Ryan grabs two straw wrappers and begins to work with them.)
Ryan: I can handle that; what else? (As Zoe talks, he folds a straw wrapper around Marissa's ring finger. She is glowing and smiling broadly as he places their "wedding ring" around her finger. She then takes the other wrapper and does the same to him. When they finish, they kiss each other lightly.)
Zoe: Okay, so now that we have the rings, you have to dance with each other. (Ryan looks apprehensively at Marissa but she pushes him out of the booth.)
Marissa: You heard your sister, dance with me.
Ryan: What, here?
Marissa: (She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him closely to her. As they dance, Zoe watches them with a large smile on her face. People in the restaurant turn to look at them and smile at the adorable couple ignoring everyone else and getting lost in each other's eyes.) Yes, here. (Ryan relents and pulls her even closer and puts his arms around her waist, letting them hang lowly on her hips, grazing her butt.)
Ryan: (Ryan whispers in her ear making her laugh quietly.) If I have to do this, I might as well enjoy it! (After a moment, Zoe stands up in the booth and yells to everyone in the restaurant.)
Zoe: I'm marrying them, so they're dancing and then they're going to have lots of babies! (Everyone starts to laugh at Zoe while Ryan and Marissa pull apart and blush deeply. Ryan grabs Zoe and pulls her down to sit on his lap in the booth as he glides in after Marissa.)
Ryan: Zoe, you can't do things like that when you're in public.
Zoe: What? (Her lip starts to protrude and quiver as she is about to cry.) You're not going to have babies, but you have to, you're married!
Marissa: Honey, we're pretending to be married, remember?
Zoe: (Zoe shakes her head yes, although she still doesn't like their answer.) Yeah, I know.
Ryan: How about I make you a deal, but you have to keep it a secret. (Zoe smiles and shakes her head emphatically.) Okay, but you have to pinkie swear.
Zoe: Okay! (They pinkie swear and then Ryan talks to her.)
Ryan: Now, someday Marissa and I will get married, and then once we do, we promise that we'll have lots of babies, okay? (Marissa is shocked that Ryan told his little sister this, but she can't help but smile. Zoe meanwhile is so excited that she starts to bounce up and down in Ryan's lap and Ryan just laughs at her before putting her back on her side of the booth.) Now, finish eating, okay, and then we'll go see that movie.
Zoe: Do you know Ryan that Seth looks like a monkey?
Ryan: (He thinks about this really seriously before replying.) I think you're right, Zoe. Did you think of that all on your own?
Zoe: No, Summer told me, but she's right. (She, once again, goes back to eating and after Ryan and Marissa share a light laugh together, she turns to him so that they can talk.)
Marissa: I can't believe you told your little sister that we would have lots of babies after we're married.
Ryan: (He winks at her.) Or before.
Marissa: And what are your parents going to say when she tells them what you said?
Ryan: She won't tell; she promised. She's not like Seth. (Marissa laughs once again before becoming extremely serious.)
Marissa: Just how many babies constitute lots?
Ryan: Oh I don't know….
Marissa: The last time we spoke numbers you mentioned two already born and one on the way, what are you thinking now?
Ryan: Let me think. (After a slight pause, he smiles.) I think we should ask Zoe how many lots mean. (Marissa roles her eyes but does not say anything, curious as to where this will lead.) Hey Zoe?
Zoe: Yeah.
Ryan: You said that we had to have lots of babies; how many does that mean exactly?
Zoe: (She is quiet while she contemplates this. She pus her fries down and plays with her fingers while choosing her number.) Um…12! (Marissa's jaw drops and Ryan smirks. Zoe goes back to eating, wanting to finish so that they can go see the movie.)
Ryan: 12 works for me; making 12 babies with you should be fun!
Marissa: And will it be fun to have to go through nine months of mood swings, late night cravings, and a fat wife twelve times?
Ryan: First of all, you will be even more beautiful to me when you are nine months pregnant with our child than you are at this moment, and trust me, you look great! (Despite herself, Marissa smiles at him and moves closer to him in the booth so that he can place his arm around her.) Secondly, not everyone has the mood swings, and I love food, so bring on the cravings! (She laughs.)
Marissa: You're incorrigible, do you know that?
Ryan: Uh, I've been called worse. (He leans in and kisses her lips, but they are quickly interrupted by Zoe.)
Zoe: I'm done! Can we please go the movie now! (Ryan stands up, helps Marissa out of the booth, and then picks up Zoe. As they walk towards the counter, Marissa leans in and whispers in his ear.)
Marissa: Maybe we'll be able to take those light kisses a little further during the movie.
Ryan: Are you talking dirty to me, Miss Cooper?
Marissa: Is it working?
Ryan: More than is advisable! (She laughs. A waitress comes up to them to check them out. Once she finishes, she addresses them.)
Waitress: (She smiles.) Your daughter is adorable! I can't wait to see you three in here again. You provided us with quite the entertainment tonight, and it was much needed. Have a nice Valentine's Day; hope you two get to spend some time alone together…to work on all those babies! (She smiles at them, but before Marissa can tell her that Zoe is Ryan's sister, Ryan speaks up.)
Ryan: Thanks. Happy Valentine's Day to you, too. (With that, he puts his free arm around Marissa's waist and the three walk out of the diner laughing, smiling, and chatting as they make their way to the Range Rover. The camera leaves them and goes back the Cohen residence where Summer and Seth are back outside. The guests are now gone and they are alone. The back yard is a disaster zone with garbage and dishes strewn about all over the tables. Summer is sitting at one of them slowly sipping on a glass of champagne. As Seth walks up to her, he puts his hand out silently requesting for her to stand up and dance with him. She smiles, places her hand in his, and stands up. He pulls her over so that they are standing on the patio by the pool so that they can have a view of the ocean, but before he pulls her into his arms, he takes a remote out of his pocket and presses play as music starts. The song should be Deathcab's "I will follow you into the dark". Summer laughs quietly as she hears what is playing.)
Seth: Summer, will you do me the honor of dancing with me on Valentine's Day?
Summer: I would love to. (He takes her in his arms and pulls her closely to him as they begin to slowly dance.) Do you know how predictable you are Cohen?
Seth: What do you mean; you knew I was going to ask you to dance?
Summer: No, but as soon as you did, I knew that we'd be dancing so something by Deathcab.
Seth: You recognize it?
Summer: How could I not? You force me to listen to them every night while we sleep. (He smiles sheepishly.)
Seth: Just trying to give you a musical education.
Summer: Why don't you expand your curriculum a little Cohen?
Seth: Nah, I think I'll stick to what I know and love; why, do you hate it?
Summer: Ugh, it's like one guitar and a whole lot of complaining! (She smiles as she teases Seth.)
Seth: Whoa, is it just me, or did we just experience some deja-vu?
Summer: Just shut up and kiss me Cohen!
Seth: Oh, okay! (He leans in and pulls her into a tender kiss. She returns it and they continue to dance in each other's arms as the scene fades to black and goes to commercial.)
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