"Marissa! Where have you been?" Summer practically pounced on her friend the moment she walked through the door. She had been bored and restless. Seth and Anna had snuck off to their bedroom and locked her out… And Luke and Ryan seemed to be working on getting drunk while watching football. And truth be told, she really just wanted to avoid Luke.
"Sorry Summer, we got so caught up skiing, we didn't even notice what time it was!" Oliver laughed.
"Or that you had somehow lost Ryan?"
"We left him on the bunny slope, and when we went back to look for him he was gone. I just assumed he got tired of skiing and went home." Oliver shrugged non- chalantly.
"Did he make it home?" Marissa asked.
"Yes, he did." Summer seethed, she couldn't believe how her friend was acting. "Your boyfriend made it home."
"Jeez Summer, calm down. I said we went to look for him."
"Oh whatever," Summer stormed off, she decided she needed a beer that the boys were hoarding, even if that meant conversing with Luke.
"What was that all about?" Oliver asked. "He made it home, what's the big deal?"
"I dunno… Now what about that cocoa you promised me?"
"They understand I needed you right?"
"Of course, don't worry. Summer's just being… Summer. Really, it's nothing to worry about."
"Alright," Oliver smiled looking relieved.
"Oh, you guys are home?" Seth and Anna appeared, "We were just heading out to get the Chinese food we ordered."
"Oh great, I hope you guys ordered spare ribs!" Oliver smiled. "Here's some money," He handed them several twenties before they could protest.
"Can I have a beer?" Summer asked, when she found Ryan and Luke, who had already worked their way through several judging by the empty bottles.
"Sure," Luke handed her one, but didn't look at her.
"Marissa and Oliver are back,"
"Yeah, that's nice." Ryan rolled his eyes, Marissa hadn't even come looking for him.
"What's wrong with you knee?"
"Nothing," Ryan muttered automatically.
"You know, I took a CPR- course, that means I'm practically a trained EMT, you should let me look at it." Before Ryan could protest, she had pulled off the ice, pulled the pillow out from underneath it(Luke's idea) and ripped up his pant leg.
"Ow Summer! Jeez!' Ryan protested, strongly resisting the urge to kick her off of him with his good leg, her actions sent stabbing pains through his leg.
"Oh come on Chino, I thought you were tougher than that. Woah… you're knee's really swollen…" She poked it. "Does that hurt?"
"Yes, now get off." Something about his tone of voice told her that he meant it, and she quickly back away. She watched Ryan grimace hard as he readjusted himself, propping his leg back up and putting the ice back on it.
"I think you should go to a doctor."
"I thought you were a doctor." Ryan's knee was still throbbing after Summer's "examination."
"We're out of cocoa! So we're going to get some!" Marissa's voice called out from another room.
"Back in a little bit!" Oliver yelled, the front door opened and then slammed.
Ryan sighed, and seemed extremely disheartened, "She could have at least said hi..." Neither Luke nor Summer knew what to say to that.
"Ryan, if your knee's messed up, we should take you to the ER."
"Food will be here soon." Ryan said.
"Food can wait, come on." Summer slapped his leg, as she was accustomed to doing to boys when she wanted them to move, and Ryan yelped with pain. "Oh sorry!" Ryan clenched his hands and bit his lip to keep from screaming.
"Okay, I think we need to go the doctor." Luke said. "Summer, can you drive?"
Summer sighed, "Whatever…"
"What is taking them so long?" Summer complained. She was hungry and she was worried the food would be gone long before they got back.
"We've only been here like an hour," Luke cautioned her. "These things take awhile."
"But I'm hungry."
"So, go find a snack machine."
"What's eating you?"
"You are Summer."
"What? Why?"
"Because… We kiss… And then you want to pretend like nothing happened!" Summer quickly shut up and turned to face forward. That was not a conversation she wanted to have, even as her mouth seemed to remember the taste of his minty- fresh breath.
She picked up a two month old issue of People and pretended to be interested in the already-out-of-date sex lives of celebrities. Sighing, Luke picked up a Sports Illustrated.
It was another hour before Ryan appeared, limping on crutches. "You alright man?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, it's just a sprain. I need to follow- up with knee doctor in a week, but it's not that bad. They put an ace bandage on it, and it feels better, and I got a prescription for the pain."
"Alright, well, then let's go home." Luke said.
"Kirsten is going to freak…" Ryan muttered.
"Yup…" Summer agreed.