The third scene begins in the driveway of the Cohen house. Ryan is getting the bags out of the back of the Range Rover as Seth instructs him. Marissa notices that he cannot carry all of the luggage on his own, so she silently takes a few bags herself. Summer is completely oblivious to all of them and is standing in front of the door ringing the doorbell. Ryan and Marissa are both clearly not happy about their new jobs as bellboys. Kirsten opens the door and is greeted with a barrage of Seth and Summer and a lurking Ryan and Marissa.
Seth: Evening, Mother. You're looking lovely in this March California setting sunlight or perhaps it's just your excitement over seeing your extremely good looking and intelligent son returning home for Spring Break having survived yet another two months of classes and midterms? (She hugs Seth.)
Kirsten: You know, I think it's the second one. (She lets go of him and goes to Ryan to hug him now that he's placed all the bags down in the foyer.) How did you know I was looking forward to seeing Ryan so much, Seth? (Ryan smiles at her comment, but his mood is too dark to actually give her a laugh. Marissa smiles as well, but does not laugh for the same reason as Ryan. Summer howls, however, until the point where she has tears running down her face. At first Seth just looked shocked that his mother said that, but he becomes annoyed with Summer's reaction and starts to pout and complain.)
Seth: Well Mother, I'd love to chat, but that's impossible with the laughing hyena here! (He glares at Summer, but as her arm reaches out to pinch him, he runs away from her and cowers afraid that she'll hurt him.)
Kirsten: Glad to see nothing's changed. (Just then, Zoe runs into the room and immediately goes to Marissa and wraps her arms around her legs. Marissa bends down and picks her up, kissing her hair softly, and genuinely smiling at her while she talks.)
Marissa: Hey there Tink! I've missed you, but this week we'll be able to play together as much as you want! (Ryan walks near them and smiles at his little sister and his girlfriend as they talk and play together. Marissa notices him and turns to Zoe.) Zoe, I think someone else has missed you. (She leans in and whispers to her so that no one can hear what she says.)
Ryan: Well look who finally made it to say hello! I thought maybe you'd forgot about us. (Zoe leans over and practically jumps out of Marissa's arms and into Ryan's, making both Ryan and Marissa laugh together. Zoe winks at Marissa, something Ryan notices and smiles at, before she speaks to Ryan.)
Zoe: I missed you Ryan so, so much!
Ryan: I missed you, too.
Zoe: Can I go back to Marissa now? (Ryan laughs and passes Zoe back to Marissa who laughs with him.)
Kirsten: Zoe, don't you think you're forgetting something? (Zoe thinks on this for a minute while looking around the room before replying.)
Zoe: Little Miss Vixen! I've missed you, too.
Kirsten: And….
Zoe: (Zoe rolls her eyes.) And I've missed beating you at Playstation, Seth! (Everyone laughs, even Kirsten who tried to hold it in but couldn't, except for Seth who sticks his tongue out at her. Summer sees him and smacks him upside the head.)
Summer: Cohen! What the hell did I tell you about sticking your tongue out at your sister! (Seth starts snickering believing that Summer is about to get in trouble for swearing.)
Seth: Mom, go get your soap; Summer said a bad word!
Zoe: Oh Seth, grow up! You stuck your tongue out at me!
Kirsten: Yes he did, and as his punishment, he has to carry all of his bags and all of Summer's bags upstairs without any help.
Seth: But Mom, you can't make me do that; I can't handle the physical labor!
Kirsten: Now, Seth! (Slowly and dejectedly, he works his way over to their pile of bags and takes one up at a time, pretending to struggle with it the whole was up the stairs. They all watch him leave with smirks on their faces.) Now little Miss, do you know what time it is for you? (She puts her arms out to take Zoe from Marissa who hands her over.) It's time to clean up your room before dinner. (She takes her over to the stairs and puts her down on them, insinuating through her body motions that she needs to go up them. Zoe gives her a glare but stomps her way up none the less. When she's gone, Kirsten turns back to the three remaining in the room. She turns to Marissa first.) With all this drama from my wayward children, I haven't gotten to properly greet you yet. (She hugs her and leans in and whispers to her.) We'll talk later. (Pulls away, she speaks again so all can hear.) Glad to have a week off?
Marissa: More than you'll ever know. I really needed this break, not just from school but from work and LA as well. It's good to be back here, back where I feel at home. (Kirsten smiles, but Ryan, despite his dour mood, beams at what Marissa has just said. He takes her hand in his and picks up two bags with the other arm.)
Ryan: Will dinner be ready soon? I'm starving.
Kirsten: The takeout will arrive in a half an hour. (She watches him carefully.) Why don't you two go and settle into the poolhouse; I'll let you know when it's time to eat.
Ryan: Actually, I was hoping to talk to Sandy; is he in his office?
Kirsten: No. He's working late, again. He said to tell you all hello and that he'd see you tomorrow, when that will be only he knows. (Kirsten looks off in annoyance, Summer watches from the background as the three interact, and Ryan and Marissa exchange worried glances but do not say anything.)
Ryan: Oh well…..okay. I guess we'll be in the poolhouse. (Ryan and Marissa walk out of the room towards the poolhouse, hand in hand, with Ryan carrying their two suitcases. Kirsten turns to Summer and hugs her.)
Kirsten: I wasn't ignoring you Summer, but I was trying to get rid of everyone else so that I could talk to you in private.
Summer: Why, what's up?
Kirsten: (She lets go of Summer and steps back slightly.) Here, come with me, we don't need Seth or Zoe spying on us, and you know Seth's up there listening to every word we're saying, aren't you Seth? (They wait for a response, but don't get one.) Seth!
Seth: Fine, but it was an accident! I was coming down for the next bag, and I just so innocently heard you talking, and I was hoping I'd be able to pick up on a clue as to what this latest Newpsie disaster that you're throwing is going to be.
Kirsten: Wow, Seth, thanks for the confidence. My room Summer? (Summer nods her head and the two women walk off. The camera stays with Seth as she mopes his way down the stairs and picks up the next bag and lugs it upstairs mumbling and grumbling the whole time. Once he's out of the camera's view, it goes into Kirsten's room where Summer and Kirsten are sitting at the table.)
Kirsten: So, how are they?
Summer: Ryan and Marissa, not well. I tried talking to her about it before we left this afternoon, and she completely snapped at me. It's weird though, because they're not fighting, and he's always around watching out for her, like he's afraid to leave her side, but there is this definite tension between them, and they're definitely not very affectionate anymore.
Kirsten: I know she said it didn't happen, but do you think….
Summer: That she was raped, no. I may not have known her all my life, but I understand Marissa, and if someone would have done that to her, she would have definitely pressed charges no matter if it was her boyfriend's brother or not.
Kirsten: Has Ryan said anything about who he thinks the other person was, the older man?
Summer: Chino? Yeah right, he won't even mention that night, and even though we all know that's all he thinks about, I don't think he's even talking to Marissa about it.
Kirsten: He needs to talk to someone. Maybe I'll try this week when he stays here while the three of you go back for your self defense class.
Summer: He won't let Marissa go by herself.
Kirsten: Really? (Summer just shakes her head yes.) Wow. He really isn't going to rest again or take an easy breath until they're locked up.
Summer: Hey Mrs. C?
Kirsten: (She gives Summer the eye.) Summer, you're regressing. I at least had you calling me Kirsten before, and even though I insist that you should call me Mom, you've gone back to Mrs. C. (Summer laughs.)
Summer: I guess it's just hard for me to say that word; not that I don't feel that you're like a mom to me, it's just been years since I said that.
Kirsten: I understand, but let's leave the Mrs. C. in the past. Even if you can't call me mom yet, could you at least stick with Kirsten?
Summer: Sure, and I'll work on the mom thing, promise.
Kirsten: Good, so what did you want to ask me?
Summer: Have you guys ever heard anything about Ryan's Dad? I know that he was in prison when he came here, but it's been over five years, do you think that maybe he's been released and that he was the older guy with Trey. I mean, think about it. The note on the mirror and how it said that you can't escape your blood and that Atwoods don't cry, they get even, I would think that the person who wrote that would be family as well, and his Dad would be the only one who would fit that description.
Kirsten: Oh, I wish Sandy was here, and I know he won't answer his phone, but I think you're right Summer. Do you think Ryan suspects this?
Summer: He's a smart cookie, Chino, I bet in the back of his mind he does, but he probably doesn't want to accept it.
Kirsten: That's it, I don't care what Sandy has going on tomorrow, he's taking time to talk to his son about this no matter what. Ryan has always trusted Sandy when something big happens in his life, I think they understand each other, and he is going to be there for him now no matter what excuses he gives me!
Summer: Are you two okay, Kirsten?
Kirsten: (She is taken aback by Summer's blunt question, but realizes quickly that she wants to talk about it.) Yes, no, I don't know; it's just been so crazy and…different since he started this new job.
Summer: Yeah, with the government! Never did I think I would live to see the day when the Sandy Cohen would be working under the governator!
Kirsten: So you find this strange, too?
Summer: Yep, even Cohen noticed how weird it was, and we all know how self-involved he can be. For instance, he thinks this party next weekend is to celebrate the fact that you and Sandy bought him a new boat. (Kirsten laughs.)
Kirsten: Afraid not.
Summer: I know, and I tried telling him so that he wouldn't get disappointed, but you know Seth and how he is when he gets one of his crazy ideas stuck in his head.
Kirsten: Yes I do, and if I remember correctly many of those one track mind set moments in the past were caused by you, Summer.
Summer: What can I say; I've always had him wrapped around my little finger. (Kirsten laughs.) But seriously, how are you and Sandy dealing with the change in jobs?
Kirsten: If we talk at all, we seem to end up fighting, and that's only if he gets home early enough to catch me before I go to bed.
Summer: That doesn't sound like Sandy.
Kirsten: I know, but I think he thinks he has to prove himself to everyone he works with. This is a whole new ballgame for him; he's always been on the opposite side of the bench, and the guys he works with in the DA's office, have been there since the beginning of their careers.
Summer: Who gives a flying pig's foot; Sandy is one of the best lawyers in the state. I mean, look at all the stuff he's got your Dad off of! (Kirsten laughs again.)
Kirsten: I know, but try telling that to Sandy. (She gets up and wraps her arm around Summer's shoulders, hugging her softly.) Thanks Summer.
Summer: For what?
Kirsten: For listening and for making me laugh; I can always count on you to lighten my dark moods.
Summer: You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I better go and check on Cohen and make sure that he hasn't given himself a hernia. (Kirsten laughs and watches Summer walk out of her room. Summer shuts the door as she leaves, and Kirsten walks over to the French doors which lead to the patio and looks out onto the poolhouse. Sighing, she speaks softly to herself.)
Kirsten: Oh Ryan, Marissa, what are you two going through right now, and are you going to be able to put this behind you. I hope so. (She shakes her head and follows the same path Summer has just taken and leaves her room, shutting the door behind her. The camera leaves Kirsten and Sandy's bedroom and goes to Caitlyn's. She is sitting on her bed, reading, when her silent actions are interrupted by the sound of a ping against her window. Getting up quickly, she moves towards it and looks out. Trey is standing underneath it. She opens the window wider, kneels down in front of it, and just glares at him.)
Trey: Look, you don't have to talk, all I ask is that you listen. Okay, so yeah, I stood you up, and I should have called, but when I got the phone call from my friend, which I'll explain in a moment, I was panicking and I just left. I can't even remember if I took my cell phone with me. Last week, especially that night, was a mess. I didn't even know if my friend would survive. I'm lucky I didn't loose my job, and if it wouldn't have been for my friend calling and speaking with my bosses, I would have been fired. You see, my buddy was just released from prison last week. He'd been in for a few months, but got paroled early for good behavior. He was in for drugs, and that's what got him in trouble this time. As soon as he got out, he went on a total bender, gone for days, and when he started to sober up, he wanted to keep clean this time, so he called me to help. I drove up to LA, stayed with him in this dingy, cheep motel for almost a week, and then yesterday, when he felt it was safe, we left and checked him into rehab. I know that they would have done the detox with him there, but he was scared; he didn't want to do it without a friend by his side. That's where I was anyhow; I just wanted to let you know that I didn't stand you up for something that wasn't important, and if you can't forgive me, then I guess you're not the person I thought you were. I had to make a choice, and my friend's life was more important than our date. I hope that we can move past this, but if not, I really liked getting to know you Caitlyn. See you around. (He starts to walk off, but Caitlyn's voice stops him and he turns around.)
Caitlyn: I was mad that night, so I got dressed up, well more like barely dressed, and went to the Bait Shop, like I said, but I didn't do anything. I just sat there and pouted while drinking chocolate Yoo-hoos all night, not even talking, not even dancing. I had wanted to do something to hurt you back, but I just couldn't.
Trey: (He grins up at her.) So what does this all mean…for us? Is there still an us, or are we going to go back to being friends?
Caitlyn: When were we ever friends, Trey, and as for where we go from here, I'm not sure. We'll see, but there's this party next weekend to celebrate my sister's boyfriend's brother's engagement…wow that was confusing.
Trey: And you were invited?
Caitlyn: Yeah, well my Mom is hosting it, not the Cohens, and I think that just about anyone and everyone on the west coast has been invited.
Trey: (He laughs.) I wasn't invited.
Caitlyn: Well if you would shut up and let me talk, then you would be.
Trey: So this means….
Caitlyn: We'll try it out, see how it goes. Maybe, if you look really good in your suit, I'll even dance with you.
Trey: Ugh, dancing!
Caitlyn: That is not the way to get back on my good side, mister, now I'll meet you at the party around 8:00.
Trey: Where is it?
Caitlyn: Have you ever seen the largest house in Newport, the one on the top of the hill that overlooks the whole community?
Trey: Yeah, the one owned by what's his name…Caleb Nichol, richest man in the county and the one we ran into on Valentine's Day with your Mom?
Caitlyn: That would be the one.
Trey: Yeah, I've seen it. Hell, I think you could see that place from all the way in Chino! (She laughs.)
Caitlyn: Good, so 8:00, and if you stand me up again, I swear Trey…
Trey: It won't happen, promise.
Caitlyn: We'll see. (She closes the window abruptly, leaving him staring at her for a few seconds until she moves away from the window. Once she disappears, he runs off into the early evening. The camera returns to the Cohens and the poolhouse. Ryan and Marissa are just lying on the bed, not touching but looking at each other. Their eyes are searching the other person's, wanting to say so much, but unable to bridge the topics that are haunting them. Slowly, Ryan reaches out and takes Marissa's hand in his and kisses it before holding it over his heart. She closes her eyes and a lone tear escapes. He wipes it off her face, and then leaves his hand there, slowly moving towards her to kiss her, but they are interrupted by a knock at the door. They both remain frozen for a moment, not wanting to move, but finally, Ryan stands up and walks towards the door to open it, because it was locked. Marissa sits up slightly and leans against the pillows. When Ryan opens the door, it is Kirsten. He lets her in, but she shuts the door behind her and goes and sits down in the chair opposite of the bed. Ryan goes back to the bed and sits back down beside Marissa, close enough so that their arms brush each other.)
Kirsten: So how are you guys? (Ryan turns to Marissa as she does the same to him, and he smiles slightly before replying but never breaks his gaze with her.)
Ryan: We'll be okay, we'll always be okay; it'll just take time. (When he says this, Marissa smiles up at him and entwines their fingers together before they both turn back to look at Kirsten.)
Kirsten: Well, that's all I needed to know, but I have a favor to ask you two.
Marissa: Sure, whatever it is, I'm sure we can help.
Kirsten: Basically, I just need you to keep Seth and Summer off of my scent this upcoming week, because my Dad does not want them to know about the engagement party; it's supposed to be a surprise.
Ryan: What do you want us to do?
Kirsten: If they get suspicious tell them that my Dad has some big announcement to make, that you two overheard me talking to him on the phone, and next Saturday, the day of the party, I was hoping that you could keep them occupied, make a day of getting ready together.
Marissa: Like Summer would have it any other way!
Kirsten: (She laughs.) Good. Now, I have to warn you that your Mom, Dad, sister, and grandparents will probably all be there; are you going to be okay?
Ryan: I'll keep her distracted. (He winks at Marissa who is taken aback by his actions, but surprised and pleased none the less. Kirsten laughs and finds herself pondering what Summer said.)
Kirsten: Alright, well dinner should be here any minute. I'll send Zoe out when it arrives. (She gets up and walks towards the door, opening it.)
Marissa: Thanks Kirsten,…for everything.
Kirsten: Anytime. (She walks out and closes the door behind her. Once she has gone, Marissa turns to Ryan.)
Marissa: Were you being serious when you said you'd keep me distracted at the party?
Ryan: Yeah, but it's purely a selfish act….I have to keep myself entertained through the long evening as well. (She laughs and moves in to kiss him, but he pulls away.)
Marissa: What?
Ryan: Zoe will be here any minute.
Marissa: And what about all the other times you've pulled away from me in the past two weeks; Zoe was no where near us then! Ryan what's going on? Please, talk to me!
Ryan: I will, but not now.
Marissa: No, you either tell me now or we're not going in for dinner. I'll meet Zoe at the door and tell her that we're not hungry, send her back in the house, and lock the door to keep you captive until you talk to me. Please, Ryan, you're starting to scare me! (He stands up and walks towards the windows, obviously upset by what she's said.)
Ryan: Great, so now, after my brother attacks you, you're afraid of me, too, like I would do that to you as well. (His voice is sullen, low in volume, and hurt. Quickly, Marissa jumps out of bed and rushes to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and running her hands up and down his stomach slowly attempting to comfort him.)
Marissa: No, Ryan, absolutely not. I am not and never will be afraid of you that way. I'm just afraid that after what happened, you don't want me anymore, that you're not attracted to me, that somehow I've been tainted. (He slowly turns around and takes her face in his hands and kisses her lips gently and softly but with enough passion to convey that he still wants her.)
Ryan: That will never happen. (She smiles slightly, but her face quickly falls back into its depressed countenance.)
Marissa: Then what? Are you afraid that you'll hurt me, because I swear, I'm fine. If I can go to class and kick and punch a bag around for an hour and then spar with the instructor for fifteen minutes, then I'm ready to make love again.
Ryan: I know that you're okay…I'm just…I'm…
Marissa: What Ryan, you're what? Look, I don't care what it is; I'd rather know the truth, because it could not be worse than the ideas that have been running through my mind lately.
Ryan: I'm afraid that we'll make a baby if we do….if we make love.
Marissa: But I thought you wanted children?
Ryan: I do, and I only want them with you, but not right now. I couldn't handle it; I'd lose my sanity if I knew that not only did I have to protect you but our unborn child, too. (Her eyes well with tears, and although she tries not to let them out, they do eventually find their way down her cheeks. Ryan wipes them away for her though, and then kisses their tracks and the lashes that shed them. As he comforts her, she finally lets her smile light up her face.)
Marissa: Are you sure that's it, that's all that's bothering you? (He breaks eye contact with her and looks down at his feet, but she quickly lifts his head back to look at her.) Ryan, please.
Ryan: Are you sure that you still want to have kids with me, I mean, you've seen what my family is like up close and personal, what if I pass those genes down?
Marissa: And you've seen my parents, so I could ask you the exact same thing.
Ryan: Yeah, but you're nothing like your parents, you're amazing, your heart, your mind, your body, (He smirks at her at the last part.) I love everything about you, and our children will be lucky to have you for their mother.
Marissa: And I love you and everything you are. You're nothing like Trey or your biological father, and yes, I know that you think he was the accomplice, don't deny it. You're like your real family, Sandy, Kirsten, Seth, and Zoe, the future family of our children, and there is no one else who I would ever want to be the father of my children. You'll be a wonderful father, the best. I mean, look at how you are with Zoe. She adores you!
Ryan: (He laughs and relaxes as he listens to what she says to him.) Not as much as she adores you!
Marissa: Well, can you blame her?
Ryan: (His face looses its smile and becomes extremely serious.) No, I can't blame her. (He then leans in kisses her with so much intensity that she starts to lose her balance and has to lean against him for support, but she breaks away after a moment.)
Marissa: I understand, why you're hesitant to make love, but if you want to, we could always be careful, count the days, use a condom like most people our age, but I'm not going on birth control.
Ryan: I love you.
Marissa: (Her face lights up and she smiles once again.) I love you, too, but…
Ryan: Thank you…for understanding, and if you're okay with being careful for while, I'd appreciate it.
Marissa: Of course I'm okay with it. I want us to make a baby when we're both sure, and right now just is not the right time, but it will be soon. You know, you would have saved us a lot of grief and sleepless nights if you just would have told me this right from start! (She playfully slaps him and he smiles at her.)
Ryan: Yeah, but now we get to make up for all the time we've lost, and I've never heard of a better way to spend your spring break.
Marissa: What, in bed?
Ryan: Well, yeah, but I could think of a few other places. (She laughs at him as he leans in to kiss her, but there is a knock at the door which makes them jump apart and laugh silently as they watch each other's reaction.)
Zoe: Time to eat.
Marissa: You can come in Zoe, baby. (Zoe opens the door and runs into the room and jumps into Ryan's arms. Seth lurks around the corner and enters as well, pouting.)
Seth: How come I don't get invited in like that? (Ryan, Marissa, and Zoe make their way out of the poolhouse as Seth follows and head towards the kitchen.)
Ryan: Because we don't want to see you, Seth. (Zoe and Marissa laugh, Seth fake laughs.)
Seth: You'll be sorry for that, Ryan, you'll see. You'll all be sorry that you were all mean to the Ironist, for someday I will exact my revenge, and you'll all suffer the consequences of wrath and revenge! (He laughs evilly, but when he looks up from the hands, which he has been rubbing together in a mock menacing way, there is no one there listening to him and he's all alone.) Dmn, they didn't even stick around to hear my Butters impersonation, and they call themselves South Park fans! Disgraceful! (The camera leaves him, goes back and picks up later in the week at a gym. Marissa is already dressed and is putting on her gloves to start boxing. Seth and Summer are slowly working their way out of the locker rooms, but they don't seem to be in any great hurry to begin the class, so they stand off in the hallway where the music is not as loud and talk. Once the music starts, Bush's "Machinehead", Marissa begins to punch away at her bag, kicking it every so often as she warms up.)
Seth: Summer, do we really have to do this today? Come on, it's our spring break. Rest and relaxation with a lot of foreplay thrown in there because we can't really have sex yet, is what this week is supposed to be about, not learning how to defend myself against Ryan's crazy family!
Summer: Cohen, stop your whining! Besides, with those chicken arms, you should have taken a class like this years ago, and then maybe Chino and I wouldn't have had to defend you to the water polo players!
Seth: But you're so much meaner than I am, Summer, and admit it, you loved every minute that you got to beat up on those hairless, Speedo wearing, muscle heads!
Summer: (She smiles at the thought.) Yeah, those were the days….but now I can't do that anymore because of those stupid restraining orders! Please, give me a break! I can't believe those little sissies got the cops involved over a few broken noses and ribs. How was I supposed to know that my purse could cause that much damage?
Seth: Summer, you put bricks in it; what did you think was going to happen?
Summer: Okay, so maybe there was a little bit of premeditation, but seriously, a restraining order! Pansies! (Seth laughs at her and pulls her into an embrace as he kisses her forehead.)
Seth: Aw, my little gang banger…
Summer: Ew, Cohen…ew! That was just wrong!
Seth: What…oh, I didn't mean it like that; I just meant you were like a crip or a blood, you know, the next Tookie Williams.
Summer: Yeah, whatever Cohen! Sometimes I have no idea what you're talking about, and Tookie, where the hell did you ever come up with a name like that! (He rolls his eyes are her ignorance, but knows better than to say anything.) Man, look at Coop; she really gets into this, doesn't she?
Seth: A few more classes and she might rival Ryan at who can throw the best punch in the Cohen family! (Summer laughs.) Do you know who we should bring with us next week and have them enroll, too? Branning. He'd keep us entertained, and imagine what he'd say about the instructor. Too bad the guy's not gay, because it seems as if he'd fit right into Branning's wish list.
Summer: Oh my God! Come on Cohen! (She grabs his hand and pulls him farther down the hallway so that the music is almost inaudible. When she whirls around to face Seth, her cell phone is in her hand, and she is dialing.)
Seth: What! What the hell are you doing, woman? (He notices the phone.) Hey, where did that come from, because you don't have any pockets and you're not carrying a purse?
Summer: Practically ignoring him as she waits for the person she dialed to pick up, she replies causally without noticing the look on Seth's face.) Oh, I keep it down my shirt, just in case, you know between the girls.
Seth: You've got to be kidding me!
Summer: What, why; there just boobs Cohen! (As soon she says boobs Cohen, the person picks up the line. It is Zach. The camera does not show him, but his voice can be heard as he talks to Summer.)
Zach: Hello to you, too, Summer. Have to say that's a greeting I've never gotten before.
Summer: Hey Zach. How are you?
Seth: (He pokes her before whispering.) That's Zach! What the hell are you doing Summer!
Summer: (Whispering back.) What the hell do you think I'm doing Cohen! I'm calling Zach.
Seth: (Still whispering.) Yeah, but for what? You're not….oh no Summer, I thought that was just a joke.
Zach: Hello, Summer are you still there?
Summer: Yeah, I'm still here. Sorry, Cohen was just being an ss, like normal!
Zach: Yeah, sounds as if things haven't changed much while I've been gone.
Summer: Oh no, they haven't. Cohen's still as clueless and self-involved as ever, but that's about to change in about a year and a half.
Zach: What's happening then?
Summer: Oh, I'm so sorry; we never told you! Cohen and I are engaged!
Zach: Wow, congratulations. So a year and a half, what does that make it, the September after you graduate?
Summer: Close, October.
Zach: Well make sure you send me an invite.
Summer: We will, but actually, we were thinking that you should come down to LA sometime, we all could hang out again, for a weekend, and then if Cohen doesn't annoy you too much, you could invite all of us up to San Fran for a weekend sometime. Oh, and you could totally meet Ryan's girlfriend, Marissa.
Zach: So Ryan finally settled down?
Summer: Yeah, she's totally cool; you'll love her. I mean, you won't love her, because you can't, Chino does, but you'll like her….as a friend, promise. Oh, and you could meet Bran. That's another friend of ours! They're awesome, too, so say you'll come down, please?
Zach: Sure, why not?
Summer: Great, so how about I check with the gang and then get back to you with a date?
Zach: Sounds perfect, and oh, Summer?
Summer: Yeah?
Zach: Say hi to everyone for me, will you?
Summer: Duh!
Zach: And congratulations…again.
Summer: Thanks! Ciao! (She flips her phone shut, and meets Seth's gaze a moment before moving her head away and pretending to play with her nails.)
Seth: Bran, and what's with not disclosing that "Bran's" (Said with quotation marks.) is a guy?
Summer: Hm, I didn't think those facts were important, and Branning needed a nickname sooner or later, so I decided to make it up now. Gosh Cohen, what's your problem?
Seth: Summer!
Summer: Fine, I should have told him, but I don't want to freak him out or make it seem like a setup. I want this all to materialize naturally. You'll see; I know what I'm doing.
Seth: Yeah, because setting up a gay guy with your ex-boyfriend who just happens to be straight…
Summer: Who thinks he's straight, Cohen, thinks.
Seth: Whatever, anyway, you really have a lot of practice in this field, Summer, I can't see anything going wrong what so ever.
Summer: Oh yea of little faith will just have to pay up when you lose the bet! Starting to regret you never made it?
Seth: No!
Summer: Good, because it's so on!
Seth: I couldn't have said it better myself, and now my merry, miniature matchmaker, could I please use your cell phone? (He reaches his hands towards the gap in her shirt to reach between her breasts and pull out the phone, but she slaps his hand away.)
Summer: God Cohen, talk about being a perv, and we have a class to get to! (She grabs his hand and pulls him down the hallway towards the entry to the gym while he complains the whole time.)
Seth: (His voice is extremely whiny.) But Summer, I need to stretch first, and you know the best way for me to do that is to fool around with you! (The camera fades away from them as the scene goes black.)
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