The fifth scene begins at an outside café where Marissa, Summer, and Branning are sitting and eating their lunch together on Friday, late afternoon. The weather is beautiful as it is May in southern California, and the three friends are enjoying each other's company. As they eat music plays softly from across the street from a record store. The song should be The Shorebirds' "Shiver". While food is consumed, they three talk.
Branning: Alright so we've finally managed to loose the boys long enough to have some girl talk, and trust me, there is plenty to discuss. (Summer and Marissa look at each other conspiring to keep as much of their weekends secret as they can. Neither knows about the others, but because they don't want to share about their own, they never asked about the others. Branning catches the gaze and disappointment fills his face.) Oh come on, I need to know something! This is not fair that you two know everything and I know nothing.
Marissa: Except you're wrong. I know about my weekend and Summer knows about her own but we never told each other anything. I don't know about her, but I intend to keep my weekend with Ryan just between the two of us.
Branning: It was that good? (He quirks his eyebrow at her, but Marissa avoids looking him in the eye and just changes the subject.)
Marissa: So when are you going to come with us to Newport some weekend?
Summer: Yes, that is a good question? Are you scared of the Newpsies Branning?
Branning: If I were scared of Newpsies, how could I be friends with you? (Summer's mouth falls open in an indignant gasp, Marissa laughs loudly at Branning's comment and Summer's reaction, and Branning just meets Summer's gaze glare for glare and smirks at her.)
Summer: I take it back; I don't want you to come home with us!
Marissa: Changing the topic again so as to avoid a dissolution of a friendship, is it okay Sum if Ryan and I drive up separate?
Summer: Sure, but why? I promise I'll behave, and if you ride with us then either you or Ryan could drive and I won't have to put up with Grandpa Cohen's driving.
Marissa: Um…we have plans tonight.
Branning: Oohhhh, spill!
Marissa: Not those type of plans, serious plans.
Summer: You and Chino? (Summer's tone implies disbelief.)
Marissa: Yeah, why do you say it like that?
Summer: It's just you two seem so….carefree, bubbly even, and I mean, it's not just occasionally, it's all the freaking time! Really, I think you two are so sweet, when I look at you, I get a toothache!
Marissa: (She smiles smugly and flips her hair over her shoulder before replying.) Thanks! (She turns to Branning to talk to him.) So, since you're not coming with us to Newport this weekend, what are you doing? Have any hot dates?
Branning: Oh no, I don't think so. We're not done talking about you Missy. Now, if I did have a hot date, that'd be a different story, but I don't, so what's with these important plans you and dreamboat have?
Summer: Dreamboat, what decade are you living in? (She laughs at him while he just sticks his tongue out at her teasingly and turns back to Marissa who is laughing at both of them.)
Marissa: We're meeting with my sister….for dinner.
Summer: As in Caitlyn?
Branning: Girl who called and interrupted our celebration Tuesday night?
Marissa: What? (She looks confused as obviously she has forgotten how she and Ryan snuck out of the party for their own private celebration.)
Branning: You know, cell phone, upset sister, you wanting fresh air…any of this ringing any bells for you? (Marissa just stares at him for a few seconds until the light bulb goes and she blushes slightly before speaking.)
Marissa: Oh that, yeah, of course…I just forgot. You know, it's been a hectic week…. (She trails off as she notices Summer and Branning looking at her suspiciously, not buying a word she is saying.) Fine, she never called.
Summer: So, I'm to assume that Ryan's strange call for a designated driver was you calling for a booty call?
Marissa: Summer! (Summer focuses her eyes on her accusingly.) It wasn't a booty call….it was (Her face turns a deep shade of red.) special.
Branning: Where the hell did you guys do it, outside in the bushes?
Marissa: We're not talking about this. (She picks up her purse and starts to rummage through it. Summer grabs it away from her and causes Marissa to look up at her.)
Summer: Oh yes we are, because you and Chino lied to us to get out of celebrating, and, besides, I'm just curious where you two…you know. Oh my god, it wasn't the elevator right? I mean, Cohen joked about that, but you wouldn't…. (Marissa turns her eyes away from Summer and her face reddens, again.) Holy sht! (Marissa realizes that Summer assumes she and Ryan had sex in their apartment complex's elevator, she turns back to her and smiles reassuringly and looks her in the eyes.)
Marissa: Sum, we did not have sex in our building's elevator. It's safe, trust me, you can still use it. (She laughs softly while Summer takes a deep breath, holding her hand over her heart, but Branning looks at Marissa suspiciously.)
Branning: So then, what elevator did you two have sex in? (Summer smirks as she realizes Branning is right, Marissa never denied having sex in an elevator just not in the one in their building. Marissa stands up and gathers her things, throwing some money down on the table and walking off. Branning and Summer do the same and chase after her, but she just continues on her way trying to stay far enough in front of them that they can't catch up. The scene shifts away from them and goes to the apartment where the boys are having Seth/Ryan time glued in front of the television while they play Playstation. Food is spread out across the coffee table, but the boys are engrossed in their game but talk while they play.)
Seth: So man, what did you and Marissa do last weekend? You still haven't said anything.
Ryan: And I'm not going to. What did you and Summer do in Vegas?
Seth: You know, the usual, a little gambling, a little sunning, a lot of shopping, and even more eating, nothing special.
Ryan: Cool. (Seth waits for him to say more, but when he doesn't, he lets out a sigh and then speaks himself.)
Seth: That's all you're going to say, cool?
Ryan: What did you want me to say?
Seth: I wanted you to ask for details, how, when, where, and a rating…well ratings.
Ryan: Don't want to know. Besides, wouldn't Summer be annoyed, I mean, isn't what happens between you two private? I know it is for us.
Seth: So that's why you won't share anything about your weekend? She threatened you to keep your mouth shut?
Ryan: It was a mutual decision.
Seth: Yeah, whatever man, but I don't believe you, I mean, we're men, we're supposed to brag.
Ryan: Not when what you do matters to you, Seth, not when the things you share with the woman you love are the most important things in the world to you.
Seth: That was sweet Ryan, really disgustingly mushy, but sweet. Now, if you'd mind passing me the Kleenexes while you go and find your balls, we'd be set to go! (As Seth is preoccupied looking at the TV, Ryan turns towards him and punches him in the arm before playing again.) Dude, what the hell was that for!
Ryan: It was a warning! Say anything like that again about my….about Marissa, and you'll get more than a dead arm!
Seth: What the hell is wrong with you! You're acting even weirder than Summer did last weekend, I mean dragging me to get…. (His eyes become wide as he realizes what he was about to say. Ryan catches on and pauses the game turning towards Seth.)
Ryan: Summer took you where Seth and to do what?
Seth: (Seth avoids Ryan's piercing gaze and turns back to the game.) Are we going to play today or are you going to gab the whole time? Dmn, Ryan, you sound like a woman!
Ryan: Seth!
Seth: (He turns back around to face Ryan before speaking, avoiding his eyes the whole time.) Fine, I'll tell you, but it's embarrassing. Summer drug me to get tattoos when we were in Vegas, and I didn't want one, but she kept persisting.
Ryan: You got a tattoo? Let me see…unless, never mind. If I can't see it right now with the safe amount of skin you have exposed, then I don't want to see it.
Seth: I didn't get one! I finally talked her out of it, but it was strange.
Ryan: Why didn't you want one? Scared?
Seth: Me, scared of a needle which was going to put permanent ink on my skin, a needle that could possibly infect me with a sexually transmitted disease picked up from some random hooker or her pimp from the strip? Yeah, I wasn't scared at all, Ryan! (Ryan laughs at him and lets it go, pressing play and attacking Seth's guy before Seth can comprehend what happened. He believes what Seth said, because he thinks his shifty eyes were because he didn't want to admit that he had been scared of a tattoo. All of sudden, as soon as Seth turns back to the TV, his character dies and Ryan wins.) Dude, what the hell happened?
Ryan: You lost.
Seth: You cheated.
Ryan: That will teach you to talk while we play. (He stands up and starts to gather the food that Seth had sitting in front of them and taking it to the kitchen to put away. Seth just follows without offering to help and continuing to talk.)
Seth: Speaking of tattoos man, what do you think of them? You don't have any do you?
Ryan: That's for Marissa to know and not you. (Seth's mouth falls open and he stares at Ryan in shock.) No Seth, I don't have any tattoos, and I guess they're okay…if you like that sort of thing.
Seth: And you don't?
Ryan: I didn't say that….
Seth: Ah, you didn't have to. It was pretty evident by the tone of your voice. So, you wouldn't want Marissa to get one?
Ryan: It wouldn't change how I felt about her, but, if I had my choice, then no.
Seth: Why, afraid that when she gets older it will stretch out and disgust you when you look at her naked? (In response Ryan just glares as Seth, but Seth is not deterred.) You either answer man, or I'm just going to assume that what I just said is true.
Ryan: No, Seth, that's not why I wouldn't want her to get a tattoo. It's just not Marissa…and (He becomes flustered as his face turns slightly pink but he continues speaking anyway.) she's perfect the way she is. I don't want her to change anything.
Seth: Aw, that's sweet, but seriously, why not?
Ryan: What? (He stares at Seth incredulously.) I just told you why! (He leaves the room and gathers up more food and Seth follows him into the living room and back into the kitchen like his shadow.)
Seth: Me, thanks for asking by the way, I think I'd like it if Summer got a tattoo.
Ryan: Then why didn't you let her?
Seth: What?
Ryan: Why didn't you let her get one…when you were in Vegas?
Seth: Oh yeah, because I didn't want one and she would only get one if I did. (His eyes float away into the far beyond as he starts to think about the topic.) I could just imagine all the perfect places….
Ryan: Whoa, stop right there, I don't need to hear another word of that thought! (They makes on last trip back to the living room and reenter the kitchen, Seth still one step behind Ryan.)
Seth: Fine! (He pouts for a second before thinking of something else to talk about.) So, who's driving this afternoon?
Ryan: Actually, Marissa and I thought we'd go separate.
Seth: Why?
Ryan: We have plans?
Seth: You didn't get enough in the elevator?
Ryan: How do you know about that!
Seth: (Seth starts laughing.) I didn't, but now I do. Oh, and I've been using it all week, why didn't you warn me? I could have been standing in your little men!
Ryan: Seth!
Seth: Yeah, sorry, boundary crossing, but seriously man, the elevator in our apartment complex. I was just kidding when I brought it up Tuesday night, but you two actually….
Ryan: No, we didn't.
Seth: But you just said…
Ryan: Not here Seth….somewhere else, and trust me, you're safe. You'll never be in that elevator. (Seth looks at him curiously then he smiles broadly before speaking.)
Seth: Ah, I get it. It happened during your super-secret weekend of love. (Ryan glares at him.) Right, got it, no talking about the weekend, but, seriously man, where did you two go Tuesday night, and don't tell me you went to drive some drunk home, because I'm not that dumb.
Ryan: It's none of your business Seth. I don't ask questions about you and Summer, so why do you constantly ask about Marissa and I?
Seth: Curious.
Ryan: Yeah well, quit.
Seth: Easier said than done. (He notices that Ryan is going to wash up the few dishes that he dirtied.) Ugh, manual labor, that is my cue to leave. If the girls get back soon, give me a warning so I can quit playing in time to grab my suitcase and act like I've been waiting for them to return for a while. (He doesn't wait for Ryan to reply before leaving the room. Ryan smirks and goes back to washing the dishes. The scene fades to black and picks back up when Ryan finishes drying the last dish and puts it away. He leaves the kitchen and goes to his and Marissa's room, grabbing their suitcase and carrying it to the door. Just as he reaches it, it opens and Marissa walks in, red faced and avoiding Summer as much as possible.)
Summer: Coop, you better tell me right now where you and Chino had sex Tuesday night or I'll ask….Chino.
Ryan: Hello Summer, and the answer is no, I'm not telling you anything. Nice try. (As Summer continues to talk, Marissa pleads with Ryan to do something with her eyes, because she has had to listen to Summer's incessant questioning the whole way home.)
Summer: Un uh, I don't think so! You two are going to tell me where no matter….
Ryan: (He interrupts her.) Seth's playing video games in the living room right now and he's not ready to go.
Summer: What! (She runs off towards the other room leaving Ryan and Marissa alone.) Cohen, get your scrawny ass….. (Her voice fades out as she leaves goes into the other room. Without saying anything, Ryan grabs their suitcase, puts his other arm around Marissa's waist, and takes them both outside of the apartment, shutting the door quietly after they leave. Once they're in the safely of the hallway, he puts the suitcase down and wraps his arms around her waist holding her close to him, kissing her softly before speaking.)
Ryan: Did you have to deal with that all day?
Marissa: Yeah, from Branning and Summer both. Did Seth harass you?
Ryan: Oh yeah, but I accidentally let something slip.
Marissa: (She bites her lip before talking.) I did, too, inadvertently, but the damage was done anyway. What was your slip about?
Ryan: The elevator.
Marissa: Well, at least we slipped up on the same thing and didn't reveal two different ones. (He smiles at her before kissing her again.)
Ryan: Are you ready to leave?
Marissa: I think so, I mean, I'm a little nervous about seeing Caitlyn, but it's a good nervous.
Ryan: Do you have any idea what she needs to talk to you about?
Marissa: (She looks up at him and smiles slightly, curious to see what his reaction will be.) A boy.
Ryan: (He rolls his eyes.) Well, this could end up being one interesting evening. (She laughs again as he takes her hand and picks up the suitcase and they walk down the hallway together towards the elevator. As they enter it and the doors close, the scene goes to black and picks up back at the Cohens' house. Seth and Summer, finally, just walk in the house, but they yell out their arrival. Zoe comes flying down the stairs to see them, but her face falls as she notices that Ryan and Marissa aren't with them. A small tear escapes her eye, and as Kirsten enters the foyer from the kitchen, she notices Zoe crying and goes to her while Seth's arms are out awaiting a hug.)
Kirsten: Zoe, honey, what's wrong?
Zoe: Where's Ryan and Marissa?
Kirsten: (She looks around and when she doesn't see them she looks to Summer for an explanation.)
Summer: They had plans…with Caitlyn, Marissa's little sister.
Zoe: (She looks surprised at this news.) Marissa has a little sister? Is she my age?
Kirsten: No honey, she's a lot older than you.
Zoe: Oh…but they're coming later, right?
Summer: Of course. (Zoe smiles and wiggles her way out of her Mom's arms. She runs over and hugs Summer, kicks Seth in the shin, and then runs up the stairs.)
Zoe: Tell me when they get here! (With that she disappears and Kirsten, who was holding in her laughter, finally joins Summer who was rolling with mirth at Zoe's actions towards Seth. As he holds his shin, he lets go of the one small bag he carried in and hobbles over to the couch. Summer puts her purse down and goes over with him. Kirsten looks at the lack of luggage with a confused expression on her face.)
Kirsten: This is seriously all you guys packed? Normally you bring several large bags for just the weekend, and I thought that you'd start bringing your stuff home this week. I know you're staying one last week in LA before you come back for the summer, but will you be able to bring everything in one trip?
Summer: Oh, we're driving up separate so all the cars will be here, but we brought up a lot today. We're going to let Chino carry it all in when he gets here. (Kirsten shakes her head and laughs at their antics while she shuts the door. When she goes over to sit with them, she speaks.)
Kirsten: I'm sure he'll be honored. (She rolls her eyes, but Summer and Seth are undaunted.)
Seth: Yeah, well after he got me in trouble with Summer this afternoon, refused to share his sex secrets, and ditched our little soiree Tuesday night to do the nasty with Marissa in some undisclosed location, I think he deserves everything he's about to get.
Kirsten: Seth, that's enough! Ryan would not want you saying these things to me, and can you blame him? Why would he tell you about his and Marissa's personal life? It's between just the two of them. (Seth starts to protest, but Kirsten holds up her hand to silence him.) Now, I want to hear about this little surprise trip to Las Vegas that you two took last weekend. Is there anything I need to know?
Seth: Oh no, we're not telling this story more than once. Until we're all in the same room together, nothing about Vegas will be shared.
Summer: Not to change the subject, but what happened with Julie?
Kirsten: Two can play this withholding game. I guess I won't say anything either until we're all together. Speaking of being all together, have you four made any special summer plans, any trips? (Summer and Seth look at each other and then both turn to Kirsten and shrug their shoulders.)
Summer: No, not really. Actually, now that you mention it, Ryan and Marissa haven't said anything about the summer. I know Marissa is working part time and Chino went out and looked for some jobs Tuesday, but he never said if he got one…at least not to me. Did he say anything to you Cohen?
Seth: When? I've barely seen the guy.
Summer: You spent all afternoon with him.
Seth: Yeah, but we were Playstationing it and discussing our lady loves. (Summer rolls her eyes while Kirsten watches him intently.)
Kirsten: He was looking for a job in LA?
Seth: I don't know. He said he was going to look for a job in the morning and I didn't see him again until that evening, so who knows where he went. (Kirsten thinks about this for a moment, her face obviously revealing that she is slightly worried, but she does not say anything.)
Kirsten: So what was this celebrating about that you mentioned?
Summer: Cohen didn't call and tell you? (She turns her eyes onto Seth and glares at him.)
Kirsten: I haven't heard anything from any of you since Seth called and left me a message Monday morning. So, what happened?
Summer: (She smiles broadly.) Our show got picked up for the fall lineup.
Kirsten: Oh, that's wonderful. Congratulations. (She stands up, as does Summer, and they share a hug.) What did your Dad say?
Summer: Actually, he's been out of town all week, but he gets back in tomorrow. I was hoping that maybe we could invite him over. (She looks at Kirsten with slight hesitance as she does not want to intrude.)
Kirsten: That would be great, Summer. We'll order in.
Seth: Or, Marissa could cook.
Kirsten: Seth!
Seth: What? Her food is good, I like it more than takeout now, and we're having company; we need to impress.
Summer: Impress my Dad?
Kirsten: We're not asking Marissa to cook for us…again, and if you dare say a thing Seth, I'll get rid of all the food I bought for you.
Seth: You bought it?
Kirsten: Go and see for yourself. (He gets up and runs into the kitchen leaving the two women alone.) I thought that would get rid of him.
Summer: Is something wrong?
Kirsten: No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see how you were doing, talk to you alone for a few minutes.
Summer: (She smiles slowly, letting it light up her face gradually.) I'm actually good this week. Spending that weekend in Vegas alone with Cohen was good for us, for me. I won't lie to you, the week before that was pretty rough, especially Monday and Tuesday. Cohen and I got into this ridiculous fight Monday night and then I lost it at work on Tuesday in my dressing room with Branning, but I talked to him, and it seemed to help some.
Kirsten: But you and Seth are okay, aren't you?
Summer: We're good, really, really good; better, in fact, than we've been in a long time.
Kirsten: And you and Marissa?
Summer: Getting there. We had a really good day today. I annoyed the hell out of her and she ignored me. (Kirsten laughs.) It felt pretty normal, like it used to before….everything happened. (She is quiet and reserved for a moment as she thinks about what she went through.) How are you…and Sandy, everything going well here?
Kirsten: We're fine, don't worry about us. Now, let's go in the kitchen and check on Seth, make sure that he hasn't eaten so much pudding that his stomach exploded. (Summer laughs as both women stand up and walk towards the other room. The camera leaves them and goes to Ryan and Marissa who are sitting at the diner on the same side of a booth. Their menus are folded in front of them and they just have waters as they talk. A nervous Marissa keeps checking her watch as they wait for Caitlyn who is late. After he notices her checking it once again, Ryan takes her hands in his and holds them while smiling at her.)
Ryan: Marissa, calm down, she'll be here. Remember, she's the one who asked to see you.
Marissa: But she's late….
Ryan: By about five minutes, and don't you remember being a teenager? Weren't you late all the time? (She looks at him showing that his assumption was incorrect.) Right, how could you ever be late with that cement block permanently attached to your foot when you drive? (He laughs at his own little joke at her expense and she just rolls her eyes but leans into his body anyway, letting his arm snake around her shoulders as he holds her close to him.)
Marissa: Thank you.
Ryan: For what?
Marissa: For coming with me.
Ryan: Marissa, (He turns around so that his face is facing hers and takes her hands in his and holds them as they talk.) I want to meet your sister. You love her, so I want her to be a part of your life, a part of our life. Someday, she's going to be an aunt to our children, and I want her to be there. (Marissa tears up and leans in and kisses him softly. As she pulls away, there is a smile lighting up her face. After a moment of just looking at each other, she laughs.) What, what's so funny?
Marissa: Oh, it's nothing, it's just that we've been here for fifteen minutes already and I just noticed that there is no music on tonight. There's always music playing in here. I guess I was just too distracted to notice before. (They both look around trying to find the reason for the lack of music, but they don't find anything. Both of them, without realizing that the other is doing the same thing, shrug their shoulders and turn back to their booth, Marissa leaning back into Ryan as he puts his arms around her again She takes his free hand, which is his left, and pulls it across to her left hand and holds them together, entwining their fingers and playing with his hand. They are both silent for a moment before she speaks.) How do you think Seth and Summer will take the news?
Ryan: What, that we're going to live in LA during the week for summer break?
Marissa: Yeah.
Ryan: Truth be told, not well. Are you regretting our decision? (His voice sounds somewhat nervous as he speaks.)
Marissa: No, quite the opposite in fact. I know it sounds bad, but I can't wait to kick them out so that we can be alone all the time. We'll be able to do whatever we want…wherever we want for four whole months. (He laughs.)
Ryan: Are you sure I can't talk you into you always having to be nude when we're at home?
Marissa: (She laughs.) Nice try, but no….but perhaps I could go with less clothes than I do now when I walk around the apartment. (He kisses her neck and nuzzles his head into her shoulder mumbling as he talks but she can hear him anyway.)
Ryan: Except I don't plan on letting you walk around to much. (She laughs and turns her head around to face him so that she can kiss him back. They both smile into the kiss and get lost in each other until they hear someone clear their throat. Marissa blushes slightly before turning to apologize to whom she assumes is the waitress. Ryan just buries his head back in the crook of her neck.)
Marissa: We're sorry. We won't do it again, I promise. (She smiles up at the person in front of her and notices that it is Caitlyn. Jumping up out of the booth, she grabs her sister in a tight hug laughing the entire time. Ryan, who's head was being supported by her shoulder, practically gets whiplash as she leaves the booth but he looks up and sees her hugging her sister, which makes him smile. He stands up to join them. Once Marissa finally lets Caitlyn go, Ryan moves shyly to her and hugs her softly.)
Ryan: Caitlyn…I presume? (She shakes her head yes, slightly emotional from the reunion with her sister.) I'm Ryan. It's nice to finally meet you…well at least talk to you. I've heard quite a bit about you, most of it good. (He winks at her as he places his arm around Marissa's waist and hugs her to him. She happy leans into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling from ear to ear.)
Caitlyn: I've actually heard some things about you, too, well, as much as my Grandma knows.
Ryan: (He motions towards the table.) Why don't we sit? (He and Marissa get back in on their side of the booth, resuming their position from before and Caitlyn sits across from them. They are all silent as no one knows where to start. Finally, Marissa breaks the silence.)
Marissa: Hey Caity?
Caitlyn: Yeah?
Marissa: What do you say we get all the heavy, emotional stuff out of the way, order, and then the three of us will just spend the rest of the night having fun?
Caitlyn: Sounds good. (Ryan looks over at her and sees her hesitation.)
Ryan: It's alright; you can ask if you want. I can leave if you're uncomfortable and would rather talk to Marissa by herself. I know that this….problem is about a guy.
Caitlyn: If Marissa trusts you, then I do, too. Besides, it might be nice to get another guy's opinion.
Marissa: Alright, so lay it on us. What happened?
Caitlyn: Well….. (As she begins to tell her story of Trey, of course leaving his name out because she doesn't see the point in saying it when she assumes it wouldn't matter because they don't know him, the camera leaves them and goes to the police station where Julie had been held. Caleb and Julie walk down the steps and move to his car, not saying a thing at first with a very wide distance between them. Finally Cal breaks the silence.)
Caleb: Where am I dropping you? (Julie laughs to herself and continues to walk without batting an eye or losing her step.)
Julie: Your place. (Caleb almost has a heart attack right then and there, stopping immediately at what she said.)
Caleb: Ex…excuse me, you see, I asked you where I was to drop you and I could have sworn that you said you were going back to my house, but that's just out of the question.
Julie: Where else would I stay? I have no money, no job, no hopes of either, and if you want me to testify for you, you're going to let me stay in your guest house and you're going to take care of me financially until after the trial.
Caleb: That's extortion.
Julie: So was the way I got out of prison. If it's not broken, don't fix it. Now, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I'm dirty. I haven't had a decent meal, warm shower, or good night's rest since you had me arrested, and I want to go home.
Caleb: Home?
Julie: Are you coming or have you suddenly turned to stone. You're might be old enough to be a fossil, but can we move it along at a little bit of a faster pace? If you don't hurry up, I'm just going to take the car myself and leave you here. Big Bertha in cell 3A is pretty lonely. I'm sure you could get her so share her bed with you. (With that she turns on her heal and trounces off towards his car while he mumbles and grumbles the whole way behind her, mad at her, mad at the world, and mainly mad at himself. The camera leaves them and goes back to the diner where Marissa, Ryan, and Caitlyn are just finishing up their talk. Ryan has been silent almost the whole time while he let the two girls talk, only interjecting his thoughts or opinion when they asked for them.)
Caitlyn: So that's it. That's the whole story. It didn't hit me until after we got back from Reno just how big of a mistake I might have made and I have no idea what to do. (Marissa is speechless while Caitlyn looks on with hopeful eyes that her big sister would have the magic words to make her life seem better. Marissa turns to Ryan, pleading for his help. Finally, as Caitlyn was about to go insane out of desperation, he speaks up.)
Ryan: I know you wanted Marissa's opinion, but I have an idea. You know that Marissa is working for FOX, right, on a new show?
Caitlyn: Yeah.
Ryan: Okay, well, the show she works for got picked up for the fall lineup. (Caitlyn smiles genuinely at her sister, happy for her success.)
Caitlyn: That's amazing. Congratulations!
Marissa: Thanks.
Ryan: Well, on the way here we discussed it, and we thought we'd invite you to the launch party with us, but now that I've heard this tale you just told us, and I have to tell you, it's something, why don't you bring this guy with you, let us meet him, and we'll be able to judge for ourselves. Maybe I'll even be able to talk to him without him knowing who I am and get a little information for you, check him out. What do you say?
Caitlyn: (She has tears in her eyes.) You'd do that for me?
Ryan: (Ryan smiles at her and nods his head.) You're family now, and one thing you'll learn soon, we Cohens, we're very serious about our family. (Marissa leans over and kisses him softly yet lets it linger, whispering in his ear.)
Marissa: I love you. (He leans down and whispers back to her, completely forgetting just for a moment that Caitlyn is still sitting across from them. He whispers to her as well.)
Ryan: I love you, too. (Caitlyn clears her throat bringing Ryan and Marissa out of their moment and they laugh softly as they turn back to her.)
Caitlyn: Alright, I guess I'm going to a Hollywood party! (She laughs softly to herself.) If someone would have told me six months ago that this would be my life right now, I would have thought they were crazy and on some very strong drugs. Now, let's order. I'm starving! (The three all silently agree and pick up their menus to prepare to order. The scene fades away from them and goes black as they all have smiles on their faces.)
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