The third scene opens with Seth and Summer sitting in her OBGYN's office. Summer is sitting on the exam table fully dressed because the tests have already been run and now they're just waiting for the results. Seth is sitting beside her in a chair, holding her hand, and is actually silent. Both are too scared and nervous to speak. After a moment, the doctor enters.

Summer: So Doctor Kline, what's the verdict? Will I be able to have children or not?

Dr. Kline: It's not as simple as that, Summer.

Seth: What do you mean?

Dr. Kline: Look, I now how anxious you two are and that you're nervous, but this is not something I can answer in a yes or no response. There are many factors to figure in, and frankly, there's always the chance of something atypical occurring. For instance, if you would have come to be before the pregnancy and asked if you would have an ectopic pregnancy while on birth control, I would have told you it was highly unlikely, but that still happened.

Summer: Okay, so is it highly likely that we'll be able to have children?

Dr. Kline: No. I'm sorry Seth and Summer, but it's the opposite. It's highly likely that you won't be able to have children on your own. (Seth's eyes tear up, but he doesn't let them fall, thinking that he has to remain strong for Summer, but she is completely expressionless. Her eyes appear empty and lifeless, but Dr. Kline continues to talk.) When we removed your right fallopian tube, we had hoped that there would not be excessive scarring from the surgery, but we were wrong. It's nothing that you did anything wrong or the surgeon; it was just how your body reacted to the trauma and procedure and how your body healed. The scarring is on your ovaries, making it highly unlikely that they will produce eggs or release them. Now there is always the chance that they will work properly and that your left fallopian tube will be able to carry the egg to the uterus, but I don't want to get your hopes up. At this point, I would say you have a 95 chance of being infertile.

Seth: But….but…I thought you said that only happened in 10-15 of all cases where a woman had an ectopic pregnancy where her tube ruptured?

Dr. Kline: And so I did, but Summer appears to be one of the women who are unlucky.

Seth: So what comes next? We still have a 5 chance to have a baby, right? Are there drugs she should take to help increase her chance of fertility, a procedure to reverse the effects of the scarring?

Dr. Kline: First of all, yes there is a slight chance that you could conceive a child, but that does not necessarily mean that you would be able to carry the child to term, Summer. As I told you when you were in the hospital, there is a 10-20 chance that if you would become pregnant you would suffer another ectopic pregnancy, and then there is always the chance that you would spontaneously abort during your first trimester. That can be common with women who have suffered severe damage to their reproductive organs. Now, as for the medication, I'm afraid there is no miracle cure, Seth. Other than adoption your only other choices could be surrogacy or a host mother if you cannot have a child naturally.

Summer: No.

Dr. Kline: No, what?

Summer: No host mothers. If the child is not going to be mine biologically, then we should just adopt.

Dr. Kline: With a host mother the child wouldn't be yours biologically but it would be Seth's.

Summer: No.

Seth: What about the surrogacy option?

Dr. Kline: If Summer's eggs are viable, which is highly unlikely, surrogacy could be an option, but I caution against surrogacy for several reasons. For one, it is hard to find someone who is willing to do it. Often they want paid for the service of their body and then they also expect you to feed, clothe, and house them the entire time they are pregnant and sometimes longer than that. Secondly, it is impossible to control what they do to their body even if you invite them into your home to watch over them, but the biggest issue is that many surrogate mothers after carrying the baby for nine months do not want to give the child up, they feel a bond to it like it is their own child and will either attempt to get joint custody or at least visitation. Few surrogacy pregnancies go smoothly. Unless you already have someone in mind, I would just recommend sticking with adoption. (Seth turns to Summer to speak with her. It is obvious that he has someone in mind, but Summer won't meet his eyes. Finally, giving in, he takes her hand in his, and makes her look at him.)

Seth: What about Marissa?

Summer: (Summer's eyes which were before empty become furious. She pushes Seth away from her violently and stands up and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind her.)

Dr. Kline: May I ask who Marissa is?

Seth: She's my brother's girlfriend, but they're practically engaged already, and she's a good friend of ours, Summer's best friend. She would be a wonderful mother, loves children, loves us, I know she would take care of herself and the baby, and I think she would want to help us.

Dr. Kline: Does she want children of her own?

Seth: Oh yeah, in fact, I think they're planning on having a big family.

Dr. Kline: And Summer knows this?

Seth: Yeah.

Dr. Kline: First of all, Marissa sounds like a wonderful woman, and she may be very willing to help you, but involving family is a tricky thing because of all the issues that come up. I have a feeling that Summer is feeling very insecure about herself right now, and the fact that Marissa wants and can have as many children as she wants probably makes her jealous.

Seth: Oh, she's already told me that she's jealous of Marissa. You see, they're not exactly trying to have a baby now, but, as far as I know, they're not doing anything to prevent one either. Summer's not really comfortable with the idea that they might have a baby in nine months time and she might never have one.

Dr. Kline: I wish you would have spoken with me before you said anything Seth, because Marissa is obviously not a candidate. She might already be pregnant from what you've told me, and if Summer is already uncomfortable around her and jealous of her fertility, than she would never be able to accept her as the surrogate mother to her child. I think for the two of you adoption will be the best option. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment to get to and you need to go and find your fiancée, calm her down, reassure her that you love her, and promote the idea of adoption. You need to do everything you can to boost her self esteem right now, because she's going to feel incomplete and like she did something wrong. I'm not going to lie to you Seth, this will probably be the biggest test your relationship will ever have to face, and the repercussions it could cause are astronomical, but I know the two of you love each other and I think you can make it through this together. Make sure you make her annual check up before you go today, too, and stick with her normal schedule. Do not change it to revolve around this situation.

Seth: I will….do everything, or at least try to, that you suggested. Thank you, for everything. (He puts his hand out as he sits back up and shakes her hand. Afterwards, she opens the door and holds it open for him as he walks out and shuts the lights out before she leaves the room herself. Seth waves goodbye to her before they walk off in separate directions. The camera leaves the hospital in LA and goes to the Newport hospital where Julie and Caleb are sitting in a private waiting room not speaking. They are the only ones there of course.)

Caleb: Dmn it, Julie; what the hell is taking so long. I thought you said you made an appointment?

Julie: We've only been waiting for fifteen minutes. I'm sure the nurse will be here any minute. (He turns away from her to watch the door, as she looks down anxiously at her watch. All of a sudden he stands up and leaves, not even turning around to speak to her face.)

Caleb: I'll be back. If the nurse comes in before I get back, please ask her to remain. I want to talk to her.

Julie: Where are you going?

Caleb: If I thought you needed to know that, Julie, I would have told you. (He opens the door and walks out, letting it shut behind him. As soon as he's gone, Julie pulls out her cell phone and begins to dial, but the door opens up again and she throws it back in and whirls around with a fake smile on her face thinking that it is Cal. Instead it is a nurse.)

Nurse: Julie?

Julie: Who wants to know?

Nurse: Lance said you'd be suspicious. Come on, he wants us to meet and talk for a moment. Sorry I'm late, but he was late getting here.

Julie: Typical. (She stands up and puts her purse on her shoulder but does not move towards the door.)

Nurse: Are you coming?

Julie: No, not yet. The "baby's father" (She demonstrates the exclamation points.) wants to speak with you. So we have to wait here for him.

Nurse: Why's he even here? Don't we have his DNA on file from a previous paternity test?

Julie: Yes, but he doesn't trust me, so he here's to make sure I don't pull anything.

Nurse: (She crosses her arms and gives Julie a knowing eye.) Hm, go figure, he doesn't trust you, and here I was thinking you were very trustworthy. This is not a healthy environment to bring a child into. (She smirks knowing that she is annoying Julie.)

Julie: You're not getting paid to annoy me, and frankly, I don't need it. I get enough of that from Caleb and his daughter; I don't need it from you, too.

Nurse: Caleb, Caleb who?

Julie: (Not realizing that what she is admitting will make the girl nervous, she blurts out his last name.) Nichol.

Nurse: As in CEO of the Newport Group? No, no, I'm not doing this! Are you kidding me? You expect me to help trick the most powerful man in the county!

Julie: Sssshhh, shut up! Listen, you are not backing out of this. We had your word, and if you don't do what we want, you won't get paid, and I know exactly how bad you need that money. Once I have what I need from you, you can leave town and Caleb will never find you.

Nurse: You better pay up.

Julie: And you better keep your mouth shut! He'll be back her any second, so quit looking like you're guilty of something and act professional! (Julie sits back down and holds he purse in her lap. The nurse just stands there waiting with her arms crossed not meeting Julie's eyes. Just then, Cal walks in.)

Caleb: Good, I'm glad to see that you are here. I'm Caleb Nichol and you are? (He sticks his hand out for the nurse to shake. As she does so, she replies.)

Nurse: Nurse Williams. Now if you will excuse me, I'll take Julie to her room and get her set up.

Caleb: Wait. I just want to let you know that this is very important to me. I want nothing to go wrong, to be compromised, or tampered with, and just to let you know, I am a very powerful man.

Nurse I'm well aware sir. Ms. Cooper, please come with me. (She turns to the door, opens it, and holds it open for Julie to go out with her. As the door closes, Cal sits down and calls Jimmy on his cell phone. Only Jimmy's voice can be heard and Cal's face is shown throughout the short phone call.)

Jimmy: Caleb?

Caleb: What?

Jimmy: Aren't you at the hospital?

Caleb: Do you honestly think I'd let her come here alone. If I did, she'd never show up and somehow get her hands on a fake couple of a DNA test she never even took.

Jimmy: But you're on your cell phone.

Caleb: Yeah, so what?

Jimmy: You're in a hospital; they're not allowed!

Caleb: I'm in a private waiting room. No one will notice, and if they do, I practically build the entire cancer research wing through charitable donations, so they'd just have to deal with it. This isn't important though; where's Lance?

Jimmy: Well….

Caleb: Do you mean to tell me that you and those two idiots I'm paying an exorbitant amount of money to protect you lost him again?

Jimmy: Look, he knows we're watching him, and he's been purposely trying to give us the slip all week. We've caught up with him every time, but the guy has connections and someone's been helping.

Caleb: I want him found, and as soon as you do, you call me.

Jimmy: Alright. (Cal snaps his phone shut and settles back in the chair with a grimace on his face. The camera leaves him and goes into a stairwell where Lance is waiting. As the door opens, Julie and the nurse walk down to speak with him.)

Lance: (Speaking to the nurse.) Is everything set?

Nurse: Yes, I got the file from Lindsay Gardner's records and made a copy of it. The copy was placed in her folder, and the original I kept out. It's set to go for tomorrow.

Julie: Tomorrow?

Nurse: Yeah, you wouldn't get the DNA results right away, so I'll tell you two to come in tomorrow morning for them.

Julie: You've got to be kidding me! I have to wait 24 hours more for this to be finished?

Nurse: I do believe you have about eight months left. (She snickers.) And then what if the kid comes out and doesn't look anything like him?

Julie: What kid? (The nurse laughs.)

Nurse: You're not even pregnant, oh this is rich! It's like I'm caught up in some cheesy novel. You do know that you'll get caught? He's going to discover sooner or later that you're really not pregnant.

Julie: Listen, I know what I'm doing! Why don't you just worry making sure you don't blow this, because if you do, you're not getting paid and the guy you owe money to, your old dealer, who just happens to be on friendly terms with Lance here, will have no choice but to get the payment for his goods some other way! (The nurse stops laughing right away. Julie turns to Lance?) You did loose them again, didn't you? They didn't see you coming here?

Lance: I just got a call. They're still in Riverside driving around looking for me. We're fine.

Julie: You're having them tailed?

Lance: Two can play this game, Jules, and there's no one who's as good at it as me. This is going to work, trust me.

Julie: It better! She turns back to the nurse.) How much longer do we have to wait until we can say the procedure is over?

Nurse: Oh, you have a while yet. Come on, let's go and make it look like you're actually getting the test done. My superiors could come looking for me at any time, and I do not need this on my permanent record. (She walks off and Julie follows. Lance remains there, but calls up before they leave.)

Lance: I'll call you tonight with an update Jules.

Julie: What's there to update Lance?

Lance: Fine, I'll call you because I want to.

Julie: Whatever, just don't get us caught! (With that she walks out of the stairwell, shutting the door quickly behind her. Lance just laughs as the camera leaves him and goes to Kirsten's car. Zoe is sleeping like she predicted, and it is silent between her and Sophie until Kirsten's cell phone rings. She answers it after looking at the caller id.)

Kirsten: What do you want Dad? (Sophie looks over at her and watches her from the corner of her eye. Caleb's voice can be heard but only Kirsten's expression can be seen.)

Caleb: I was bored. I'm sitting here in the hospital….

Kirsten: You're at the hospital, what's wrong?

Caleb: Nothing, just waiting for a friend to go golfing with.

Kirsten: You don't have any friends, and you're at a hospital. It came up that you're on your cell.

Caleb: Why does everyone keep saying that?

Kirsten: Because it's not allowed.

Caleb: I'm sitting in a private room, it's fine.

Kirsten: Listen, Dad, I'm sorry to rush, but I can't talk right now unless this is for something important. It's rude.

Caleb: What, who are you with?

Kirsten: Sophie came in for a visit. I just picked her up from the airport and we're on our way home now.

Caleb: You picked her up, where's her son?

Kirsten: Working.

Caleb: Like you should be.

Kirsten: Don't start.

Caleb: So, what's wrong with her this time? Last time she was here, she had lung cancer. Is it a heart condition, Alzheimer's, we all know she's not pregnant.

Kirsten: Very funny, and no, tomorrow is Seder.

Caleb: Is that one of those Jewish holidays you have to celebrate because of Sandy?

Kirsten: Yes Dad, and I'm hanging up now, and no you're not invited. I'll talk to you on Friday when I come into the office. (She flips her phone shut.)

Sophie: You didn't have to quit talking because of me.

Kirsten: Yes, I did, but I'm glad you're here. Saving me from a conversation with my Dad is always something I appreciate, especially since he sounded bored, and that's never a good thing. He tends to end up in even more trouble when he's bored.

Sophie: So….Sandy said something about a surprise for me?

Kirsten: He did?

Sophie: Yeah, he said that there's finally someone who knows how to cook in the family. (Kirsten laughs.) What, did one of you take a cooking class, Summer, Seth, Ryan, Sandy? I know it's not you.

Kirsten: No, it's not me, but it's none of them either.

Sophie: Zoe's too young, so who is it? Oh wait, your sister must be home again. What's her name, I can't remember it?

Kirsten: Hayley, and no, she's not home and I doubt she's learned to cook while working in Japan.

Sophie: Well then who the hell is it?

Kirsten: It's Ryan's girlfriend, Marissa.

Sophie: Ryan has a girlfriend? I thought he just slept around?

Kirsten: Sophie!

Sophie: What? It's true, and I don't judge him for that. Besides when you got it, flaunt it! (Kirsten smiles awkwardly, shocked by what Sophie just said.)

Kirsten: He's not flaunting it anymore, and they're really happy. I think you'll like her. She's from the east you know.

Sophie: No, I didn't know, because my son neglected to tell me any of this!

Kirsten: Well, Sandy's been busy lately, and you two don't exactly talk much.

Sophie: I was glad to hear that he's no longer working for that monstrosity you run.

Kirsten: Yes, he quit the Newport Group, but I'm not running it anymore. My Dad came back.

Sophie: Aw, so you were demoted? What'd you do?

Kirsten: Nothing, he was bored. See what I mean when I say nothing good comes out of it.

Sophie: And how does Sandy like this new job working for the government? I'm not sure if that was a step up from his former job or a step down. I still haven't figured out who's more crooked. (Kirsten rolls her eyes.)

Kirsten: I don't know how well he likes it, Sophie; you'll have to ask him for yourself.

Sophie: I see.

Kirsten: What, what do you see?

Sophie: You two are having problems again.

Kirsten: We're not having problems again; it's just been a little hectic around the house lately. We haven't had much time to talk.

Sophie: Yeah, okay, whatever you say Kirsten.

Kirsten: (She grits her teeth and tries to remain calm although Sophie, like usual, is pushing her buttons.)So, let me tell you about Marissa since Sandy didn't.

Sophie: I'm listening.

Kirsten: She's a writer, a beautiful one, and actually works for Fox as a paid intern for a new show their producing.

Sophie: I don't like FOX, too conservative.

Kirsten: Well she doesn't work for their news department.

Sophie: What's she look like? Obviously if she got Ryan to settle down, she must be pretty good looking.

Kirsten: Yes, she is. (Sophie just looks at her expecting her to go on.) Long, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, slender, full lips, high cheekbones, long legs….what else do you want to know?

Sophie: Model material?

Kirsten: I guess so, but I've never thought about it before. She's not like that; she doesn't even pay much attention to her looks, her clothes. Marissa's beauty comes from the inside. She has the biggest heart, Zoe just adores her. She's so intelligent, polite, helpful, gracious, and obviously she can cook, much to Sandy and Seth's delight. Then there's Ryan; he just adores the ground she walks on. Oh Sophie, you should just see them together….

Sophie: I will in a few hours, and then I'll be able to make my own opinion of her. She sounds nothing like Summer though, do they even get along?

Kirsten: They get along very well, and they're more alike than you think.

Sophie: Speaking of Summer, I heard Seth proposed.

Kirsten: Oh good, Sandy at least told you that.

Sophie: No, Summer made Seth call me and tell me the good news. You know Kirsten, you could call me, too; it's not just up to Sandy to tell me about these things.

Kirsten: Well, I uh…..you…..we…. (Sophie just gives her the eye.) How about email?

Sophie: Perfect. (They both give out a sigh of relief.) And what about Zoe; how has she been?

Kirsten: Perfect.

Sophie: Yeah I can see that she gets away with anything and everything, just like Seth.

Kirsten: She's a good girl, Sophie.

Sophie: She may be, but you and Sandy have always been too lenient with these kids. At least this time you're working from home and not shipping her off with a nanny like you did Seth.

Kirsten: So, how are you Sophie? We've talked about everyone in my family, including Hayley whom I haven't seen in almost four years, but you haven't mentioned anything about yourself.

Sophie: What's there to tell? I feel great, life's good. End of story.

Kirsten: Are you seeing anyone?

Sophie: How is that any of your business?

Kirsten: I'm sorry, just trying to appear to be interested in your life. Music? (Kirsten reaches her hand towards the radio, but Sophie's reply stops her short.)

Sophie: I doubt they play anything worth listening to in this state! (Kirsten rolls her eyes as both of her hands go back on the steering wheel.) Why don't we just go back to the silence? It seemed to be working well before your father's call interrupted it.

Kirsten: Whatever you'd like. (She smiles graciously, but anyone who knows her would be able to see the anger in her eyes. Sophie turns to look out the window with a pleased and amsed look on her face, smiling slightly to herself. The camera leaves them and goes to Ryan and Marissa's room at the apartment. She is humming along with the music on in the background and packing her bag for the long weekend, while he is lost in thought staring out the window, but she doesn't notice. The song should be Margot and the Nuclear So and So's "Quiet As A Mouse" .

Marissa: So what's your Grandma like?

Ryan: Hm?

Marissa: Sandy's Mom, your Grandma….what's she really life. All Seth will say is you'll see with a gigantic smirk on his face, while Summer hasn't really said much at all which is weird in and of itself.

Ryan: The Nana?

Marissa: Yeah.

Ryan: Oh, she's….nice, in her own way.

Marissa: Wow, Ryan, thanks, that really helps me imagine what she'll be like. Come on, you've all met her, and I want to make a good first impression, so help me out. (He doesn't say anything and just keeps staring out of the window. She finally looks up slightly frustrated and curious to see what he's up to. When she sees his face, she knows that something is wrong, and the annoyed expression fades away to be replaced by a worried one.) Are you thinking about the case?

Ryan: What…oh,…yeah.

Marissa: They will eventually catch them.

Ryan: Not soon enough for me. I want them locked up where I know they won't be able to hurt you.

Marissa: They're not going to hurt me again, I promise. Besides, I'd like to see them try. (She laughs to herself trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes remain transfixed out the window.) What are you thinking about exactly?

Ryan: Where they might be, places I didn't think of before.

Marissa: And? (He shakes his head dejectedly no to symbolize that he has not thought of anything.) Nothing, well what can you expect? You barely knew them years ago, and now they're different, you're different. There's no way you should know where to find them. You've done all you can Ryan. For now, you just have to let it go.

Ryan: (He laughs ironically.) It's a little hard to do. She doesn't say anything, but goes over and changes the CD. The song "Lovefool" by The Cardigans starts to play. Gently, so he won't hear, she takes their suitcase off of the bed and puts it one the floor. Pulling her shirt off over her head and quickly removing her jeans, she remains only in her camisole and boyshorts. Walking up behind him, she laces her arms around his chest, under his arms, and pulls him close to her so that she can lean her body against his and hold onto him tightly. Resting her head in the crook of his neck, she whispers to him.)

Marissa: Maybe I can help you forget then. (Her voice is seductive and he is quickly intrigued. As he turns around, he is surprised by her appearance but a smile quickly forms on his face. He wraps his arms around her as well so that they are holding each other.)

Ryan: When did you do that? (He looks down and scans her body before returning his eyes and locks them on hers.)

Marissa: Just a moment ago, but you were too occupied to notice, sorry. (He laughs at her teasing game and picks her up off the ground slightly and leans back so that she can lean into him. He kisses her softly.) So, now what are you thinking about?

Ryan: I'm thinking that we have plenty of time for a little fun before we have to leave for Newport. Besides, if we're running late, I'll just let you drive. (She laughs.)

Marissa: And what is that supposed to mean?

Ryan: You tell me. You're either a lead foot or training for the Indianapolis 500; either way, you're not driving our kids someday.

Marissa: Oh, I'm not?

Ryan: Nope.

Marissa: And how are they going to get places?

Ryan: Seth will be their designated driver. I don't think he'll ever really get a job, and we all know how slow he drives. (Marissa laughs again.)

Marissa: Are we going to talk all our time away, because I had something else in mind when you said we could have some fun? (Now it is his turn to laugh. While he does so, he shifts her so that she is higher in his arms and her feet almost automatically wrap around his waist. Slowly, he walks them to the bed, but with every step he takes, he kisses her, and with each kiss, the passion grows just slightly. She is getting frustrated with him because he keeps pulling away, so she'll chase his lips with her own, and that just makes him laugh at her. Finally, annoyed, she vents her frustration.) Ryan! If you don't quit this right now, you can just put me down! (He only tightens his arms around her and smirks.)

Ryan: I don't feel your legs letting go of me, and even if they did, you still wouldn't get away.

Marissa: Dmn it Ryan, what are you trying to do to me! Is this torture! UGH! (She starts to squirm in his arms, but he just moves in and kisses her deeply, opening her mouth with his tongue before pushing it in. She instantly stops fighting him and moves her arms from around his shoulders to his neck, holding tightly on while running her fingers through he hair at he base of his neck and pulling him even closer to her, deepening the kiss even more. For a moment, the kiss is enough as they let their tongues mingle and dance together hungrily, but neither is satisfied for long. Her hands leave his neck and go down to his shirt, which she doesn't even take time to unbutton. Instead, she just pulls it apart as buttons fly everywhere, and he doesn't even notice. Her hands then work their way down to his wife beater and she pulls it up to gain access to his belt. As she is about to unhook it, he sits down on the bed and lays back, taking her body with him. Unwrapping her legs from underneath him, she slides down his body so that she is sitting on his legs so that she can finish undressing him. He slips off his over shirt and wife beater as she gets his pants and belt off, but when she goes for his boxers, he grabs her arms and pulls her up to him. Slightly puzzled, she gives him a questioning look.)

Ryan: We don't have to hurry; I don't want to rush this. (A smile then replaces the confused expression on her face as she leans down and kisses him. He rolls her over and then sits up, once again taking her with him.)

Marissa: What now! (She sounds exasperated, but he just laughs at her impatience.)

Ryan: I just thought it would only be fair that you lost your top, too. (She smiles and raises her arms for him. He takes it off and keeps her body tightly pulled to his as he leans down and whispers in her ear.)

Ryan: What has gotten into you?

Marissa: As far as I'm concerned we're still making up for that two week dry spell we had a couple of weeks ago.

Ryan: Well, in that case, happy long weekend to us! (They both laugh together and he reaches down with one hand and pulls the comforter up around them and over their heads as he lays them both down on the bed. After a moment they hear their door open and they both become silent and attempt not to move. Summer walks right in without knocking. First she sees the one suitcase with both their things in it. She walks over to the stereo and turns it off while talking.)

Summer: Ugh, Marissa, I don't know how you can share a suitcase with Chino, let alone just take one. I mean, we're going to be gone four days and four nights! There's no way I'd ever do that! Marissa? (She looks around the room and doesn't see anyone, so she goes into the bathroom and looks around. Still not finding her she comes back in the room and sees that their bed looks awfully lumpy. Without saying anything, she tries to pull the comforter off of them, but Ryan grabs it and holds tight with one hand, but not quick enough to prevent both of their heads from being revealed. Marissa starts to laugh, finding the situation funny and thinking Summer would, too, while Ryan just looks disappointed.)

Ryan: Marissa, why didn't you lock the door?

Marissa: I'm sorry, it's not like I was planning this all along. The idea just came to me. (She looks at him and smiles, and both of them once again get lost in each other. Summer, meanwhile unlike Marissa anticipated, is not finding the situation to be at all humorous.)

Summer: God, you two, quit! You don't know how sick I am of constantly having to watch the two of you groping each other and making out constantly just like two freaking animals in heat! It's disgusting! You don't see Cohen and I all over each other, and I don't really appreciate your obscene behavior! (They both think that she is joking with them, and they both burst into fits of laughter as soon as she finishes. Of course, she is not kidding, and the fact that they did not take her seriously just infuriates her even more.) You know what, you two need to seriously grow up! Not everything is a joke! (Marissa keeps laughing, but Ryan is starting to get slightly annoyed.)

Ryan: Oh, that's rich coming from you Summer! Um, who walked in here without knocking and definitely without an invitation? Yeah, that would be you, and that's not exactly mature in my book.

Marissa: Ryan, quit, she's just kidding. Sum, come on, the quicker you leave us alone, the sooner we'll be done…

Ryan: Hey! I resent that! I'm not quick, take it back. (She kisses him on the nose before speaking.)

Marissa: You know that's not what I meant, and you're definitely not quick…at least I don't think you are. I really don't have anyone to judge you against, but I think you know just how good you are. (Ryan smirks and leans down and kisses her once again. Summer, acting out more from her pain than from actually being angry, goes into the bathroom. They didn't see where she went, but they did hear her leave, so Ryan pulls the blanket up around them once again. Summer comes back from the bathroom with a cleaning bucket full of water and tosses it on them before throwing the bucket down on the floor. At this point, Ryan has had it. He throws the covers back, angry, leaving Marissa completely exposed except where her hands shot up to cover her breasts. He stands up in only his boxers and confronts her. As quickly as she can while herself covered, she pushes the wet comforter aside and pulls the sheet up and covers herself with it.)

Ryan: What the hell is your problem Summer!

Summer: You and Marissa are my problem, that's what! Someone needed to cool you two off for a long time now, and that was the best way I could think to do it!

Ryan: WHY!

Summer: Don't play innocent with me, Atwood! I know all about your little plan to have a baby as soon as you can, and there is no way I'm living with any of your screaming brats, so as long as you live in this apartment, you better not even think of knocking her up!

Marissa: Summer! Why are you saying this!

Ryan: Don't worry, Summer, if Marissa and I are lucky enough to have a baby together, there's no way I'd raise him or her around you. (Ryan's tone is not loud but it is menacing.)

Summer: Like I would want to be around you when she's pregnant or afterwards when your little bstard child is born! You two make me sick!

Marissa: Just get out Summer before I say something we're both going to regret! I don't know what your problem is, but maybe it's a good idea if we drive up separate this afternoon!

Summer: Don't even think that you and Chino are getting the Range Rover either. The way you act, you don't deserve it, and I really don't want your child to be conceived in something that is part Seth's! Take your piece of sht car, or yet, even better, why don't you just not go at all!

Ryan: Where's Seth?

Summer: Like you care! Ever since Marissa came into your life, you haven't paid any attention to him at all! What, have you forgotten that he's your brother, that you're supposed to be best friends with him! God, Ryan, you practically abandoned him and for what, a good piece of ass! (With that last line, while Marissa tried to remain in control of her emotions and not let any tears escape her moist eyes, Ryan lost it. He stalked over to Summer and took her arm in his hand, not aggressively so that it wouldn't hurt her, but enough to compel her out of the room. Without saying a word, he slammed the door in her face and locked it before running back over to Marissa. He gets in the bed with her and holds her in his arms, but she still won't let herself cry.)

Ryan: I'm sorry about that…about her. What she said to you, about us….

Marissa: It's okay, Ryan, I mean it's not okay, she shouldn't have said it, but I know that you don't think that about me or us.

Ryan: Yeah, but still…

Marissa: Enough talking. Right now, I don't want to think about Summer, but when we get to Newport later, you have to talk to Seth, find out what's going on, okay?

Ryan: Okay, but you're coming with us wherever we go; I'm not leaving you alone with her.

Marissa: She's not going to act like that in front of your parents, and besides, I can handle myself. Seth won't be as likely to open up if I'm with you, and besides, if he had to deal with that all day long, he's probably in desperate need of Seth/Ryan time.

Ryan: Are you sure?

Marissa: Yeah. (They are silent for a moment. He kisses her hair and she turns up to look at him. After gazing into his eyes, she kisses him softly yet passionately at the same time. He looks at her with a puzzled look on his face.)

Marissa: Turns out I am driving home to Newport tonight, so we have plenty of time to play, and this time the door is locked so we won't get interrupted. (She smiles at him as he leans down and kisses her, sliding their bodies down the bed so that they are laying flat, and pulling the sheet up over them before her giggles can be heard and the scene fades away.)

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