Episode #14: The Changing Tides

The episode begins with Seth struggling to work his way into the apartment. He is all alone, carrying not only his one small duffel bag from his and Summer's trip to Vegas but all her luggage and shopping bags as well. It is not a pretty sight. As soon as he gets the door open, the bags all fall into random heaps onto the floor and he kicks the door shut. Looking around he doesn't see anyone else in the entry or kitchen so he moves on to the living room. When he sees no one there or in the dining area, he proceeds down the hallway yelling out for Ryan and Marissa.

Seth: Ryan, buddy, are you here? Marissa come out, come out wherever you are! I don't want to accidentally stumble on either one of you less than fully dressed, and knowing the rate at which you two have sex, I'd say I run a pretty big risk here. Besides, if I were to see you naked Marissa, Summer might start getting the wrong ideas and after the weekend we just had, that would not be the smartest thing to do. Plus, Ryan would beat the sht out of me and that is not something I ever want to experience! (He knocks on their door.) Ryan, Marissa? (There is no answer, so he tentatively opens the door, partially covering his eyes so that, if he sees something he shouldn't, he can cover them completely. He finds the room completely empty, neat, and organized. Not even their suitcase is out still.) Great, so they're not even here to put all Summer's crap away! Now who's going to do it? (He's quiet for a minute, then smiles and runs out after shutting the door behind him.) Maybe they left a note. (He rushes around the apartment looking for a note. Finally, he finds one on the kitchen fridge and reads it out loud.) "Hey Seth, We put this here because we figured it would be the first place you would head when you got home. We just wanted to let you and Summer know that we'll be late tonight. I have work and Ryan has some errands to run. Afterwards, I think we're going out to dinner, so don't wait up for us or make plans. Hopefully we see you when we get home so we can hear about what was sure to be a wild and wacky weekend in Vegas. See you later, Ryan and Marissa! (Seth crumples up the note and tries to shoot it into the garbage can. He misses, so he goes over, picks it up, and sets it inside.) Now what am I going to do all day? (He wanders out of the kitchen and goes to the living room where he sees that they have messages on their answering machine. Sitting down and flipping over so that he is laying upside down on the couch with his head hanging towards the floor and feet flung over the back, he listens to them.)

(First Message): Kirsten's Voice: Hey you guys, it's Mom….Kirsten,

Seth: Really, I couldn't tell!

Kirsten's Voice: I…we just wanted to check in and see how your guys' weekends went and to let you know that we have news….on the Julie front. Call me back. Hope you can make it up this weekend. We can't wait to see you! Bye, love you. (End of Kirsten's message. Second one starts.)

(Second Message): Call me! (The voice is female, but they do not leave their name and Seth falls off the couch in shock, quickly running over to the answering machine and hitting delete. He speaks to himself before the next message begins.)

Seth: What the hell is she doing? Does she want people to find out I'm in touch with her. What if Summer….or Ryan….no, she can't do this again.

(Third Message) Caleb's Voice: Hey Marissa, this is Caleb Nichol….uh, Kirsten's Father. I was just calling to thank you for your help with this whole Julie situation. Please, will you call me back or get in touch with me this weekend if you come down to Newport. I'd like to thank you properly….you and Ryan.

Seth: What the hell kind of medicine is he on? He's been way too chipper lately for anybody's good. Hm….

(Fourth Message) Caitlyn's Voice: Hey Marissa, it's me….Caitlyn.

Seth: Boy, someone's popular!

Caitlyn's Voice: I hope you don't mind, but I called Kirsten and got your number from her. Please don't be mad at her, I practically begged for it. It's just….well, I… (She starts to become emotional.) I really need my big sister; I need your advice, and I want to see you, talk to you, spend time with you. I miss you….a lot. So, I guess, if you wouldn't mind seeing me or even just letting me know you're really okay, please call me back. Thanks….and I love you.

Seth: (He is teary eyed, so he rubs his eyes and walks away from the machine and goes towards his bedroom, still leaving all the bags in front of the door. As he walks, he talks to himself.) Damn, did someone forget to leave the air purifier plugged in while we were gone, because there is just way too much dust and pollen in this room! (He reaches his room and lays down lazily on the bed, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. After dialing and waiting for a second, he begins to talk. Only his end of the conversation is heard.) Hey Mom, it's your darling son calling, dmn woman, do you ever answer your phone! I swear this family and answering machines! Half the time when I want to talk to Ryan, I have to just leave him messages on his voice mail, over and over again, until I get everything I need to say out. Speaking of which, maybe I'll give him some calls when I hang up with you. Anywhoooo….I was calling to accept your invitation to stay at home this weekend, from all of us. I haven't talked to anyone yet, but they'll be cool with it. In fact, I think Summer and I are planning on moving back some of stuff this weekend for the big move next week, so call Rosa and ask her to give my room a good one over before we get there, thanks. Oh, and make sure the fridge is stocked full of food. Besides pudding, I'm been craving string cheese, pepperoni, pineapple, and goldfish lately, so make sure you have plenty of those! Thanks. Well, that's about it, but we have lots to tell you about this past weekend, but I'll save it till we're all together, under one roof, one big ol' happy family! So, anyway, it's time to put a little quality Seth/Ryan time on the books, so I need to get him called. Ciao Babe! (He flips his phone shut and redials again, putting the phone to his ear and waiting for the voicemail or person to pick up, anxiously, and constantly thrashing around trying to get comfortable and to keep himself entertained. The camera fades out and the scene ends.)

Credits and Commercial Break

The second scene opens with Seth and Summer in bed. Seth is laying on his stomach, arms and legs sprawled over the entire mattress, with Summer stuck beneath him, laying on her side, completely oblivious to Seth's position. They are both snoring softly. When the alarm clock goes off, Seth freaks out and jumps up so that he is standing on the bed, but Summer just rolls over and begins to snore louder. At first Seth is confused as to why is standing on his bed and why he was woken up by an alarm clock on his Summer break, but then his ears pick up on the noises Summer is making and an evil grin takes control of his face. He sneaks off of the bed quietly and leaves the room. The camera follows him and he gets into the entertainment cupboard and pulls out a video camera, sneaking back quietly to the room he shares with Summer. Once he gets there though, he is greatly disappointed. Summer is sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Seth tries to hide the camera but is unsuccessful.

Summer: Cohen, what the hell are you doing up already….and with a video camera? I thought you usually slept until sundown the first week of summer break?

Seth: What camera? (He again tries to hide it from her by sliding it up his shirt.)

Summer: (She jumps out of bed and charges after him, threatening him the whole time she talks with her pointed finger.) Were you trying to catch Ryan and Marissa in the act, because I swear Cohen, if you're turning into a miniature porn king, that's it; we're over!

Seth: What!

Summer: You heard me! One Cooper woman in an adult film is enough, and hopefully I never see it, but you better never try to film them again, do you understand me!

Seth: I wasn't trying to film them! That's my brother and his girlfriend you're talking about! Not even I'm that big of a pervert! (She thinks about this for a moment and then pulls her finger out of his chest, softening just slightly and appearing to accept his response.)

Summer: Fine, but then what were you doing with the camera….and give that to me! (She grabs it out his hands and marches into the living room, throwing open the entertainment cabinet's doors again and putting it safely back. He just follows her watching what she does but not saying anything. Once it is back in its place, she whirls back around and faces Seth.) I'm waiting, Cohen; why did you have the camera out if you weren't trying to make your own adult film starring the world's sappiest couple!

Seth: (He fake laughs and shakes his head, trying to escape from the room, working his way towards the kitchen.) You know Summer, you're right. Ryan and Marissa are a little too lovey-dovey for me. I think we should do something to shake them up, cause some drama. They were more interesting when that worm thing was happening before.

Summer: Cohen, what the hell are you talking about?

Seth: You know the worm that made the flower sick, Ryan and Marissa fighting, slamming doors, we got to go on stealth missions.

Summer: (She follows him to the kitchen. Once they're both inside of it, which only takes a few seconds, they begin to talk again as Seth makes coffee.) You're an ass, Cohen! There is no way I'd voluntarily bring back weepy, moody Marissa and angry, brooding Ryan. Leave them alone, and you still haven't answered why you had the camera out.

Seth: (He mumbles under his breath.) I was going to film you snoring. (She pinches his arm hard.) OW! What the hell…..

Summer: You better say that a little louder Cohen, or next time, you'll be in so much pain, you won't even be able to yell out!

Seth: Fine! I was going to film you snoring! Happy!

Summer: (She goes to the fridge and pulls out the orange juice and pours herself a cup while she talks.) I don't snore, so nice try Cohen, but I'm not buying it.

Seth: (He slices a bagel and puts it in the toaster.) Oh yeah, well, if you don't snore, then I don't overreact and blow things out of proportion.

Summer: But you do overreact and blow things out of proportion.

Seth: Exactly. (She looks at him confused, and then finally breaks eye contact as she grabs a muffin from a basket on the counter and takes her orange juice and walks out of the room.) Looks like someone wins the prize for being the brightest crayon in the box! (Ignoring him, she leaves. He grabs the cream cheese, his bagel after barely being able to hold it in his hands because it was so hot and then dropping it onto a plate, and his coffee and chases after her. She's sitting in the living room, calmly eating. Seth sits down in the chair opposite of the couch. After a moment of silence, he can't help but speak.) You were too snoring!

Summer: (Her voice is icy and barely above a whisper.) I was not snoring Cohen, and if you dare tell anyone that I was, I'll tell Ryan that you were trying to film him with Marissa, and you know he won't like that at all!

Seth: But I wasn't!

Summer: Yeah, and I wasn't snoring!

Seth: But you were!

Summer: Cohen!

Seth: Fine! (He pouts while she smirks because she's won the battle.)

Summer: You'll have to find something to do with yourself again today. I have a location shoot, so I'll be late. Marissa has to work….

Seth: Does she have to go with you on the location shoot as well?

Summer: Hm….I don't know. I wouldn't think so, I mean, she writes and works on the scripts, she doesn't help film at all, but you never know. Why?

Seth: Well, if she wasn't, I thought maybe I could get her to go to lunch with me. We haven't had Seth/Marissa time in a while, and then I could try to pry her for information about their weekend. You know Ryan, he's like a freaking clam, mouth shut as tight as possible and won't let anything slip.

Summer: You're not going to get anything out of Marissa either.

Seth: Are you doubting my powers of persuasion and ability to trick mere mortals into revealing their deepest secrets?

Summer: Uh, yeah! (She rolls her eyes at him.)

Seth: (He shrugs his shoulders.) Fair enough, but at least we'll be able to catch up.

Summer: You better not say a word about what we did last weekend!

Seth: Calm down! We agreed that it will be our secret until we decide to tell all of them, and until then, I'll keep it on the down low.

Summer: Cohen, don't say down low.

Seth: Right. (He's silent for a minute, but then has to talk again.) So, how much longer do you think they'll be sleeping, because as soon as you leave, I'll be bored, and Ryan's going to have to keep me company until my lunch date with Marissa….

Summer: If she even can go, and who knows, Ryan might have plans too.

Seth: Like what, wife beater shopping?

Summer: Someone has to buy them, and Marissa hates to shop, so….plus, he probably will go to the gym.

Seth: Well, I might go with him. I've been considering it, you know. Speaking of the gym, when's our next self defense class and when the hell is it going to be over?

Summer: This is the last week there Stretch Armstrong, we have class Wednesday afternoon and Friday morning.

Seth: Whew, good, because I think it was actually starting to affect me! (Summer rolls her eyes. Seth is quiet for a moment while he thinks.) I wonder what they are doing in there….. (The camera leaves them and goes into Ryan and Marissa's bedroom where they are having breakfast. They have food spread out all over the bed, a feast Seth would be really jealous of if he knew they were eating it. There are scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, fresh muffins, fresh strawberries, and melted chocolate to dip the strawberries in. They are both sitting Indian style on the bed facing the food eating voraciously.)

Ryan: Ummm…. A guy could get used to this!

Marissa: (She laughs.) I think we already are used to this. After the breakfasts we ate this past weekend and now this, which I still can't believe you did, thank you, (She leans her body over to him and kisses him quickly before sitting back down.) I don't know how we'll ever go back to bagels or dry cereal every morning.

Ryan: Uh, don't say that. (She laughs again.) So, what are you doing today?

Marissa: Work.

Ryan: All day? (She shakes her head yes.)

Marissa: Yeah, I thought I'd get ahead, and then maybe, after my last self defense class on Friday, we could spend the whole day…working out….together. (She smirks at him before biting into a strawberry, chocolate accidentally sticking to the corner of her mouth. Ryan leans over and kisses her to remove it and she laughs.)

Ryan: Works for me.

Marissa: So, what are you doing?

Ryan: Thought I'd look for a summer job, maybe test out all the architecture firms in the area and see if I can't get a paid internship with one of them. I already applied to this one out of curiosity, so we'll see how it goes. If not, then I'll just work construction like I have in the past.

Marissa: What about lunch?

Ryan: I'm meeting you somewhere, your choice, but I'm bringing the food.

Marissa: Alright, the park by the studio, say 1:00?

Ryan: Perfect. And dinner?

Marissa: Just you and me again? I like spending all this alone time together, but Seth and Summer are going to get mad eventually.

Ryan: So we should take advantage of the time we have left and never come home. (She looks at him slyly, trying to feign shock at what he's said, but she can only smile.)

Marissa: Dinner sounds good, too. Why don't we meet at the studio….I have an idea.

Ryan: If it's like your elevator idea or your pool idea, then I'm definitely in.

Marissa: It just might be!

Ryan: Oh, I'm there!

Marissa: Good, and I'll handle the food. (She leans back and sighs, completely full.) Well, if I can even eat again after that breakfast. But, we have so much left over.

Ryan: I'll let Seth have the leftovers for his lunch; he'll be thrilled. What time do you have to leave for work?

Marissa: (She looks over at his bedside clock.) Soon. Are you giving me a ride? There's no sense in us both driving when we're going to be meeting up anyway.

Ryan: Of course I'll give you a ride. (He sits back with her, leaning back and relaxing, lifting his right arm for her to crawl in and lean on him.) That way I'll be able to spend more time with you.

Marissa: (Her voice is flirtatious and slightly teasing.) Speaking of spending more time together, what are you doing now? (He looks at her with a quizzical look on his face.) I'm going to take a shower…. (She gets up and starts to walk towards the bathroom, taking off her skimpy nightgown and holding it over her exposed breasts. Quirking one of her eyebrows, she speaks again.) Are you joining me? (He scrambles off of the bed and strips quickly as he chases after her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulders, making her squeal in laughter. He shuts the door after they go into the bathroom and the camera leaves them and goes to Sandy and Caleb. They are golfing together. Caleb is the one warming up and getting ready to swing, while Sandy just sits in the cart waiting to drive off for their next shot.)

Caleb: I can't believe that you and I are golfing together.

Sandy: It was a set up, you know.

Caleb: True, true, Kiki tricked us both into it, but you could have left.

Sandy: And pass up a free round of golf, I don't think so! Besides, it could be worse. (Caleb looks at him questioning his last statement.) I could be golfing with Julie.

Caleb: (He laughs.) She wishes!

Sandy: So, how's everything going on that front?

Caleb: So far, so good. Sherry, the nurse, has agreed to cooperate fully with the authorities, and Jimmy's actually taking her to see Kirsten today about getting an apartment. She's not allowed to leave town until after the trial, so she's going back to work and I've agreed to help her out.

Sandy: That's quite chivalrous of you.

Caleb: Just repaying a favor.

Sandy: (He snorts a laugh.) You're good at that!

Caleb: You do realize that I'm holding a golf club in my hand?

Sandy: Yeah, I haven't seen you swing it once! Are you sure you even know how to use it? (Sandy laughs at his own joke, while Caleb just turns his back to him and swings, hitting a practically perfect shot.) Okay, so not bad, but I've seen better. (Caleb rolls his eyes.)

Caleb: This is going to be long morning. (He takes his time picking up his tee and putting his club back in the bag.)

Sandy: Are we going to stand here all day or are we going to go and find our balls so I can beat you.

Caleb: (He climbs into the golf cart and Sandy pulls out recklessly, causing Caleb to have to hold onto it.) Jesus, where the hell did you learn to drive?

Sandy: My uncle taught me; he was a cab driver. (Caleb rolls his eyes. As they drive in relative silence, Caleb's cell phone goes off. As he goes to answer it, Sandy talks.) Cal, I thought I told you when we left to turn that dmn thing off. I don't like to be interrupted when I'm in my happy place.

Caleb: Do I take orders from you?

Sandy: It would have improved your criminal record.

Caleb: This is ridiculous! (He answers the phone.) What! (Only his side of the conversation can be heard and the whole time he talks he is short tempered and annoyed.) Excuse me? (There is a slight pause as he listens to what the person on the other line has to say.) Fine. (Another pause) What do you want? (Pause) You've got to be kidding me! No! (Pause) I can't believe you're asking me this! (Pause) I'll get there when I get there! (Pause) I can't say the same. (He hangs up the phone, and his previously playful bad mood is now the genuine thing.) Stop the cart.

Sandy: Since when do I take orders from you?

Caleb: You used to work for me!

Sandy: No, I worked for Kirsten. I quit as soon as you took the Newport Group back over.

Caleb: It doesn't matter right now. Just take me back to the clubhouse and then you can finish your free round of golf on your own. I have something I have to do.

Sandy: It can't wait? We just started.

Caleb: Look, I don't have time for your cross-examination. Just turn the cart around and hurry the hell up!

Sandy: (He chuckles to himself and turns the cart as hard as he can, making Caleb have to hold onto it again so that he doesn't fall out.) Your wish is my command. (Caleb glares at him which just makes Sandy laugh harder. The camera leaves them and goes to Kirsten office. She is working diligently at her desk when her secretary buzzes her.)

Kirsten: Yes?

Secretary: Mr. Cooper is here to see you with a young woman. (She lowers her voice.) They didn't give me her name. (Kirsten laughs softly.)

Kirsten: That's fine, show them in. I'm sure it's probably just Mr. Cooper's daughter.

Secretary: (Under her breath) Yeah, I don't think so…. (She hangs up the intercom and Kirsten puts her work aside so she misses who walks in. She speaks before she looks up.)

Kirsten: Hey Jimmy, hello Caitlyn. (Jimmy clears his throat so Kirsten looks up. She sees that it's not Caitlyn and blushes slightly. Rising from her desk, she walks over to them and holds her hand out for the woman to shake. It's Sherry, the nurse.) I'm sorry. I just assumed Jimmy was here with Caitlyn when my secretary said he was here with a young woman. I should have known though; Caitlyn's in school right now. My name is Kirsten. It's a pleasure to meet you….

Sherry: (She joins Kirsten's hand and shakes it warmly.) Sherry.

Kirsten: Sherry….oh, Sherry. Thank you!

Sherry: (She looks confused.) For what?

Kirsten: For helping my father. We all appreciate what you're doing so much.

Jimmy: Good, we were counting on it. (Kirsten looks at him confused.) We were hoping you would be able to help her get an apartment. She has to stay in town because of the trial, and, well, she'd rather have a place with some permanence than living in a hotel.

Kirsten: (She shows them to the sofa.) Hey, please, sit down. Can I get either of you something to drink or eat?

Sherry: No thank you. I'm fine.

Jimmy: We actually just came from breakfast.

Kirsten: Together?

Jimmy: Yeah. Her car isn't here, and I've been helping her arrange for her things to be sent back here.

Kirsten: I see. Well, I don't blame you about wanting something permanent. It's no fun living out of a suitcase. Trust me, I've been on too many business trips to recommend that. (All three softly laugh together.) What are you looking for?

Sherry: Well, I'm only a nurse, so nothing extravagant, and if it could be close to the hospital, Newport Memorial, that'd be great.

Kirsten: I'm sure we can find something that will be perfect for you.

Jimmy: And don't worry about the cost. Cal already said that whatever she can't cover, he'll pick up.

Sherry: No, thank you, but no. I don't think that's such a good idea. I can support myself. I always have, and I always will.

Kirsten: Jimmy, I agree with her. She's a witness in the case my Dad is bringing against Julie and Lance. If he is paying for her living expenses, it is going to look like he is bribing a witness, which would totally discredit her whole testimony. (Sherry and Jimmy look at her a little confused as to how she knows this information.) Married to a lawyer. (Jimmy laughs and Sherry nods her head acknowledging that she understands now.)

Sherry: Not to be pushy, but when do you think you'll be able to find some places for me to look into.

Kirsten: Well, I'll call my realtor this afternoon. I would think she'd have some places for you to check out as soon as tomorrow. How do you want her to get in contact with you?

Jimmy: Just give her my number. I'll be helping Sherry, and because she's staying at the hotel….

Kirsten: No need to explain, I understand. Speaking of apartments though, what about you Jimmy?

Jimmy: What about me?

Kirsten: Well you've been here for a few months already, and it appears as if the move is going to be permanent. Have you thought about finding a place for you and Caitlyn?

Sherry: Is Caitlyn your girlfriend?

Jimmy: No, she's my daughter.

Sherry: I didn't know you had a kid….that Julie has a kid! Ouch. (Kirsten laughs.)

Kirsten: Don't worry, they're nothing like their mother.

Sherry: They?

Kirsten: He has two daughters, Marissa, who's dating my son, is 21 and in college and Caitlyn is 17 and in high school still.

Sherry: I can't believe you never mentioned them. Well, if you don't have a place of your own, where are you living?

Kirsten: He's living with his parents.

Sherry: You live with your parents? How old are you?

Jimmy: Thank you Kirsten.

Kirsten: (She's slightly speechless, but like any good Cohen, quickly comes up with something to say.) I'm sorry, I just thought you'd like to get out on your own, find a place where you and Caitlyn can be a family together.

Jimmy: My parents like having her with them since they never got to spend time with her before.

Kirsten: Sure, but you two need to bond on your own. I mean with everything that you've been through…

Jimmy: Kirsten, thank you but no thank you. We're fine where we are. (He is now annoyed, but his reluctance to give up the easy life annoys Kirsten so she becomes testy as well.)

Kirsten: I think it has more to do with the fact that if you move out, you'll actually have to be responsible. You might actually have to worry about who is taking care of your daughter, keep track of her, and finally put someone ahead of yourself!

Jimmy: She's practically an adult; I don't think there's really much left for me to do!

Kirsten: That's because Marissa did such a good job raising her little sister!

Jimmy: (He stands up and paces around the room.) I really don't see how this is any of your business, Sandy's, Caleb's, or my Mother's for that matter! I am sick and tired of people lecturing me on how to raise my daughter!

Kirsten: Why? Obviously, you haven't listened to any of us! When was the last time you even saw Caitlyn?

Jimmy: When was the last time you or anyone else let me near my other daughter!

Kirsten: She wants nothing to do with you Jimmy, and you know it, but with Caitlyn, you still have a chance to be a good father.

Jimmy: I think that ship has sailed Kirsten. Let's face it; I'm just not parent material.

Kirsten: Have you even tried?

Jimmy: Maybe I don't want to! Huh, did you ever think of that! Maybe I just want to enjoy my own life and not have to worry about taking care of anyone else! Don't get me wrong, I love my daughters, but I can't take care of them. I can barely take care of myself, and, for now, I just want to be their friend.

Sherry: Uh….

Kirsten: (Both Kirsten and Jimmy forgot that Sherry was even sitting in the room while they were fighting.) I'm sorry. Let me just go and call my realtor and we'll get this search started for you. (She stands up as does Sherry. Kirsten puts her hand out again, which Sherry gladly accepts.) Let me know how everything works out. (She smiles one last time before Sherry walks towards Jimmy and they walk out together. Jimmy turns back and looks at Kirsten who is, once again, sitting at her desk, and there is only anger and animosity in his eyes. She meets his gaze, glare for glare, as the two former friends fight over how Jimmy's children should be taken care of. The camera leaves her and goes to Jane who is sitting in Caitlyn's room on her bed, holding her cell phone in her hand, and silently crying. Slowly, she dials a number and lets it ring. Because Caitlyn is in school, she knows that it will go to voicemail.)

Jane: Hey Caitlyn, it's me, Grandma. I was hoping that maybe we could go out to lunch this afternoon, you know to talk. I know that something is wrong and that you want to talk to Marissa, but until you finally get to, maybe I could help. I might not know you as well as she does, but I do love you and I'm worried about you. (She sniffles and wipes her tears away.) I promise I won't be this emotional during lunch. I'll be there to pick you up around 12:30. If you can't make it, just call me and let me know, thanks. See you soon. (She hangs up the phone and sets it down on Caitlyn's nightstand. Laying down, she takes Caitlyn's pillow and holds it to her, cradling it and hugging it while she cries for her granddaughter. The camera leaves her and goes back to the apartment. Seth is dressed and playing video games while Summer packs her purse with her things for the day.)

Seth: (Not looking away from the TV) Aren't you going to get ready soon? I thought you said you had to be there by 11:00 and that there's an hour and half drive?

Summer: I do, but I'm not getting ready.

Seth: (He pauses the game and turns around to face her.) Are you serious?

Summer: (She doesn't even look up from packing her bag.) Yeah, why?

Seth: Because you never go anywhere not dressed to impress. (Ryan and Marissa, unannounced walk out of their room dressed and ready for the day.)

Marissa: Why would she get ready, Seth? They're just going to change everything when she gets there so that her character looks appropriate for the scene they're working on, so it would just be a waste of time and energy.

Summer: Thank you.

Seth: Look who does belong to the land of the living. I was wondering when you two sleepy heads would be joining us this fine May morning.

Ryan: We've been up for a couple hours Seth. We just didn't want to spend them with you.

Seth: What the hell have you been doing for two hours…? (Summer clears her throat and glares at him to shut up. Marissa and Ryan both laugh catching on to what Summer is trying to do.)

Marissa: If you really want to know, go check it out for yourself. It's still set up. (Summer and Seth look at each other confused, but Summer shrugs her shoulders and goes back to packing her bag while Seth scrambles up and runs into their room sliding on a rug on the way there and having to catch himself.)

Summer: Totally knew Cohen would handle that for me. (Ryan and Marissa turn towards their room expectantly and don't say anything as they are curious as to what Seth will do. He ends up running out of the room with food in both hands as he eats. Summer turns around and stares at him, mouth open, amusement not evident at all. Ryan and Marissa, however laugh loudly at his antics.) What the hell is that!

Ryan: That would be our leftover breakfast that we thought Seth might enjoy.

Marissa: And there is a lot more where that came from.

Summer: Why the hell do you have so much food…and why is it in your room?

Ryan: Well….

Marissa: We kind of got used to having a big, excessive breakfast while we were gone over the weekend, and Ryan surprised me this morning with breakfast in bed.

Seth: (With food still in his mouth.) More like a buffet in bed. Summer you should go and see all the food in here.

Ryan: Yeah, well, trust me, there was a lot more! I guess I got a little carried away while I was cooking.

Summer: (She goes over to Seth and hits him with her very full, very heavy designer bag, nearly causing him to drop the food in his hands, but he catches it and breathes a sigh of relief.) You're such an ass, Cohen! Why don't you ever make me breakfast in bed, huh?

Seth: Do you want to be poisoned to death!

Summer: It's the thought that counts! (Ryan and Marissa snicker in the background.) Besides, you spend so much time in that dmn kitchen with Marissa while she cooks; I'd think you'd know how to make a few things yourself.

Marissa: The only thing Seth knows how to do in a kitchen besides eating and annoying me, is making a mess.

Seth: I resent that! I think we all know I make a mean cup of java and an awesome bagel.

Summer: Cohen, you're a Cohen….

Seth: Really, I didn't know that, thanks! (She goes after him again with her bag, but he sidesteps her and runs back into Marissa and Ryan's room only to come out with more food.)

Summer: Making coffee and bagels was bred into you! It was not an acquired skill!

Marissa: You know Seth, you can just bring out all the plates with the food on them, I mean, it's all for you.

Seth: I will, but for now, this will work. We have all day to eat it while we hang out.

Ryan: We?

Seth: You and I, buddy.

Ryan: But, I can't.

Seth: Where are you going?

Ryan: Job hunting, you know, something you might want to consider doing yourself.

Seth: Nah, I have Chester and the sailing lessons….

Marissa: Don't forget about his friend! (She waves her hand in the air making Summer look at her with a confused expression, Ryan laugh, and Seth mock her.)

Seth: Not to mention this is my last summer break before we graduate, so it has to be all time!

Ryan: What are you talking about? After we graduate, your whole life is going to be one gigantic summer break. Are you telling me that you're acting planning on getting a real job next year?

Seth: I've been considering it.

Summer: Drawing comic books doesn't count as a real job.

Seth: And parading around in designer clothes, getting your hair and makeup done, and kissing randoms counts as a real job? (His voice is playful so that Summer knows he's teasing her, but she still glares at him.)

Summer: Don't start with me, Cohen!

Seth: Start what? (His eyes are big as he tries to pretend to be innocent, but she sees right through it and rolls her eyes.) Well then, since Ryan's busy, what's your schedule like today, Marissa?

Marissa: Glad to see where I rank!

Seth: Huh?

Marissa: Because you can't have Ryan, you decided to settle for me.

Seth: And are you telling me that you wouldn't chose Ryan over me, too?

Marissa: That's a whole different ballgame there Seth. We want to spend time with him for very different reasons….at least I hope so. (She looks at Seth in a puzzled fashion.)

Seth: Whoa, stop right there! As soon as you said ballgame, you lost me. Remember, I don't do sports…at all! (Ryan rolls his eyes while Marissa laughs.)

Marissa: My day is pretty full, Seth, sorry, but maybe we could do something tomorrow, lunch?

Seth: What about lunch today?

Marissa: I have a date.

Ryan: With who? (Seth and Summer perk up and watch them intently thinking that there is a fight brewing. Little do they know that they are being played.)

Marissa: Oh, with this guy I met a while ago. Great looking, extremely nice, quiet, thoughtful, romantic, sw…(With every adjective, Seth and Summer's mouths fall open even more. Ryan interrupts her.)

Ryan: Do not even say it! (He takes her lips in his and kisses her. Seth and Summer realize what was happening the whole time and get ticked off looks on their faces.)

Summer: You two seriously need to learn how to keep your hands off each other. Just when we thought it as getting interesting, you have to make it pretty obvious that you're just flirting with each other. Well, it's been a blast this morning everyone, but I've got to get going or I'm going to be late.

Marissa: Good luck today!

Summer: What is this scene we're filming? You're in the know; hell you could have written it! Why can't we know what it's about till we get there?

Marissa: You're shooting the ending of the pilot today, and it has a pretty big cliffhanger. They don't want it leaking out.

Summer: (She shrugs her shoulders.) Hm, okay. (With that she grabs her bag and leaves the apartment, waving as she goes.) See you all tonight.

Marissa: Speaking of leaving, I really need to get going? Are you going to be alright today by yourself? You know, Branning has the afternoon off. You could always call him up and see if he's up to any Seth/Branning time.

Seth: That could be interesting.

Ryan: And we know you have plenty of food to last you until someone comes home.

Seth: Speaking of coming home, will you two tonight?

Marissa: We came home last night.

Seth: Late.

Ryan: So, jealous?

Seth: Nope! I spent the night in bed….not sleeping.

Marissa: Drought's over?

Seth: Finally!

Ryan: Yeah well, sometime you can have fun when you're not in bed. (Seth just stares at them with his mouth hanging open.) Don't wait up. (He puts his arm around Marissa's waist and they walk out together whispering and laughing together while Seth just keeps staring. Right before they disappear though, Seth jumps up and runs after them, yelling for Marissa. The couple stops and turns back to look at him.)

Seth: Hey, I forgot to tell you. Your sister called early Monday morning and asked to talk to you. (He shrugs his shoulders.) Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I forgot, but she sounded weird on the phone, like something was bothering her. (He goes back inside to what he was doing before, and Marissa just turns to Ryan and looks up at him briefly before he leads her away, closing he door as they leave and the scene ends.)

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