"Luke… I AM NOT LISTENING TO ANY MORE RAP!" Summer screeched and Ryan was jolted out of his nap.

"Fine… Chino, what do you want to listen to?" Luke saw Ryan was awake and jumped at the chance to have his opinion heard, hoping his music tastes were more agreeable than Summer's.

"Uh…" Ryan realized he didn't really listen to music much, usually he just listened to whatever Seth put on. "Death cab for cutie?" He suggested, he knew Marissa liked them, so maybe Summer did too.

"Ugh, emo much?" Summer said, but she popped a CD into the dashboard player. "We're only about two hours away," Summer said, looking at her GPS.

"Nice!" Luke said, pumping the air with his fist. Summer looked at him horrified.

"Sometimes I just can't understand Marissa's taste in men," She turned around and looked at Ryan, "No offense."

"I don't even think I'm her current taste," Ryan said.

"Ryan, if it was up to me, she'd pick you over that Oliver dude, he creeps me out." Luke said suddenly.

"Thanks," Ryan said.

"I kind of agree… There's something wrong with Oliver… You know who else is weird? That Anna chick, what does Seth see in her?"

Luke and Ryan sighed, as Summer launched into a diatribe about everything and everything that was wrong with Anna, and when she was finished with Anna, she turned to discussing what exactly was wrong with Seth Cohen.

Luke and Ryan let out a collective sigh of relief, when, as promised by the GPS, they arrived in Mammoth two hours later, and the mountains loomed into sight.

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They were the last ones to arrive. Oliver came outside to greet them, "Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to my humble abode," and he made a mock bow. Ryan gazed up at the large slope- side château. "Let's get unpacked, and then we were gonna go chill in the hot tub!"

"Great, I'll bring the beer!" Luke said enthusiastically, picking up his beer and his gear and following Oliver into the house. Summer trooped in after them, practically falling over as she tried to heft a bag that was as big as she was. Ryan came to her rescue, and helped her carry it inside. Then went back out for his stuff.

When he got back, everyone was enthusiastically claiming bedrooms. He hoped Marissa had already claimed one for them. "Hey Ryan," She appeared, finally.

"Hey," he caught her in a hug. "Where are we sleeping?"

She stared at him, "I don't know, I thought you were going to pick our room."

Ryan didn't bother pointing out that she had been here for some time, and what had she been doing in that time? "Do you guys need a room?" Oliver interjected himself. How had he found them talking so fast?

"Uh, yeah," Ryan said.

"Sure, right this way. We have one bedroom left," he led them up a flight of steps and down a hallway. "Oh shoot…" he said as he opened the door. "I forgot, my cousins used to share this room." Ryan craned his neck to look inside, bunk beds. Great. "What ski house isn't complete without bunk beds?" Oliver grinned. Ryan didn't get the joke.

"This fine, right Ryan?" Melissa said, eyeing him.

"It's great," Ryan tried to smile.

"Good, get changed quick, we're all going in the hot tub!" Ryan had to admit, a hot tub didn't sound too bad after having spent the last eight hours crammed into the backseat of Luke's trucks.

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Ryan was just sliding into the hot tube next to Seth, who was still canoodling with Anna, when Oliver and Marisa appeared, both still fully dressed.

"We're gonna run into town for some supplies," Oliver told the group enthusiastically. "But mi casa es su casa," he smiled broadly.

"Marissa, are you coming into the hot tub?" Summer asked, Ryan already knew the answer.

"Uh… No, I was going to go into town with Oliver, keep him company you know?"

Ryan sighed, hadn't she given him enough company on the ride up? He was supposed to be spending this weekend with his girlfriend, instead he was spending it with everyone but her. He told himself to calm down, making a scene wouldn't end well. Marissa would just support Oliver.