I know this chapter is REALLY short, so sorry! Yes, you will find out the news Kirsten gave Ryan, maybe some of you already saw it coming. Thanks a ton to the reviewers - you're what keeps me going with the story. ;)

The next morning Seth groggily opened his eyes, blinked and took in the unfamiliar surrounding. Nathan walked into the living room, breakfast on a tray and what had happened the previous night came rushing back to him.

Seth groaned and tried to sit up, but his head was killing him, the way only a hangover can.

Nathan put down the tray on the dining table and walked over to him, smiling. "Goodmorning, sleepyhead."

Seth sat up. "What time is it?"

"Just before twelve. You were knocked out for awhile."

"Twelve?" Seth said, alarmed. "I should be getting back."

"No, wait," said Nathan. "I made you breakfast."

Seth's eyebrows shot up. "You made me breakfast?"

"Not exactly," Nathan admitted. "Actually, I made myself breakfast but you know, there's enough for two."

Seth smiled at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were the lonely one."

Nathan set the tray down in front of him. "You don't know better," he replied.

Marissa was down at the café when a dark haired boy walked in. He looked around and when he didn't seem to have found what he was looking for, he turned around and walked back out. Marissa, who was curious and besides, who had been looking for someone to talk to, stood up and followed him out.

"Hey," she called.

The boy turned around. "Hey," he said distractedly.

"I don't mean to sound interfering or anything, but what happened back in the café? You looked like you were looking for someone."

"I was," the boy replied. "This girl. She's not answering her door so I came down here."

"Well, I wish I could help," Marissa said. "But I barely know anyone here. I'm actually just down for a vacation. I'm Marissa, by the way."

The boy smiled. "Jake. Look, I have to go, but I hope I see you around sometime."

"Me too," Marissa said, and her eyes followed him long after he'd turned around and started walking away.

Ryan angrily stabbed his keypad as he tried Seth's cell phone number again. When he was unable to get through to him again he tried Summer's.

"Hello?"

"Summer?"

"No, this is Brooke. Ryan, right?"

"Yeah…" he said, confused as to why Brooke was answering Summer's cell phone.

"Summer was practically passed out last night, so I took her home," Brooke filled him in. "When I saw your name, I thought it must be something important. She's still asleep, but I can have her call you back."

"No, I'll just get a cab and come over there," Ryan said. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," said Brooke, and gave him her address.

"Okay, then I guess I'll see you," Ryan said, and hung up.

"Not that that wasn't all really good," Seth said, after he was finished eating. "But I should really get home. Ryan'll be worried."

"Let me drop you," Nathan suggested. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

Seth shrugged. "Whatever."

Nathan stood up and went to get the car keys. Seth leaned forward and begun to retie his shoelaces, when he remembered something that he might have said the previous night, a vague memory of just a few sentences, but it caused him to stop in his tracks.

As Nathan came back into the room, Seth eyed him. "Nate, did I tell you anything last night?"

"You mean, apart from the reason Summer's just pretending to be your girlfriend?" Nathan asked, his eyes twinkling.

Seth's jaw dropped.

"Dude, chill out," Nathan said, walking over to the door. "You didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. Now, c'mon, get your ass out."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Seth followed Nathan out.

"Seth, where the hell have you been?" Ryan and Seth had crossed paths in the café, Seth on his way upstairs and Ryan on his way to Brooke's.

"I was…I got drunk – "

"Seth, I have something to tell you," Ryan said. He looked completely serious.

"Ry, you're scaring me," Seth said, looking concerned. "What is it?"

"Kirsten called me last night," Ryan said. "We're not going back to Newport."

"What do you mean, we're not going back to Newport? You're not, like, shitting me, are you, Ry?"

Ryan sighed. "Seth, I swear I'm telling you the truth. That's the reason we were sent here in the first place. Sandy was offered a job. He was going to take over Caleb's job, remember? Well, that job requires him to be here, in Tree Hill. Apparently Kirsten and Sandy had this planned for months but there was some financial stuff they needed to sort out and they didn't want us there."

Seth seemed to be speechless.

"They're both coming in a couple of months with all our stuff." Ryan paused. "Seth, you understand what I'm saying, don't you? We're moving here."

Sorry if that was too predictable or outlandish, but I needed this to happen and didn't know how else to do it. Please review! :)