A/n: Hey hey! Thanks a ton for all the wonderful reviews! chapter 17! yay! sry it's so short I'm rushing! ah!
Chapter 17: Parents
"Dinner with Summer's mom and dad? Oh, Ryan you poor dear." Marissa said laughing watching as Ryan rushed around looking for a tie.
Alex joined in, in the Ryan mocking as she sat next to her girlfriend reading 'Alternative Press.'
"I would never introduce a girlfriend of mine to my parents." Alex mused quietly turning the page.
Marissa stopped laughing immediately and looked at her girlfriend.
"Seriously? Why not?"
Alex looked over her magazine at Marissa.
"Are you serious? My parents are crap. I didn't even introduce Jodie to them. Besides...you know they kicked me out."
"Ryan are you ready?" Summer yelled from the bathroom finally emerging in a mid-calf maternity dress and heels.
"Yeah." he murmured gazing at her.
She still looked beautiful even if she was 6 months pregnant.
"I feel huge." Summer muttered rubbing her stomach.
"You look hott." Alex yelled over her magazine she had buried herself behind again.
Marissa rolled her eyes and sat back huffing, but then added, "it's true."
"Er, thanks." Summer muttered blushing.
"Well I guess we better get going since it's my mother and I haven't seen her in 10 years."
"I vaguely remember her. Does she still have brown hair?"
"It's red now and she's gained a few pounds." Summer said bluntly.
"Let's go."
"Where are you guys going?" Marissa asked.
"Some french restaurant." Summer said shrugging.
"Sounds fun." Alex said dryly.
"Well, I hope it'll be better then I'm imagining it." Summer said shaking her head.
"Ok, it's almost 7, let's go." she said her voice had a small edge of irritation lacing it.
"Coming." Ryan muttered tying his tie and leaving with her.
"She's getting so big." Marissa mused looking at the glass doors Summer and Ryan had just exited.
"That's what happens when sperm meets egg." Alex said.
"It's weird." Marissa commented.
"Agreed."
"I mean, my best friend is having my ex-boyfriends baby." Marissa said crossing her arms.
Alex put down her magazine and looked at her girlfriend, "are you jealous?" Alex asked suspiciously.
Marissa let out a bark of laughter, "of Summer and Ryan? Of course not."
"Then why are you talking about it? Why are you obsessing?" Alex demanded.
"Look...why can't I meet your parents? I consider us close."
"We are close."
"Then why can't I meet them?" Marissa demanded.
"Do we have to talk about this now?" Alex said exasperated.
"Why not? It's perfect. No ones listening. We've been dating for almost 6 months."
"So?"
"I like you, Alex. Why can't I meet your parents?"
"Because I'm not like you!" Alex said annoyed. "I genuinely hate my parents."
Marissa gaped at her, "and I don't?"
"You have a teen angst thing going on, Marissa. You just hate them because you think that's what your suppose to do at your age." Alex said rolling her eyes.
"At my age?" Marissa said quietly getting up.
"I see." Marissa said in the same quiet angry voice.
"I'm gonna go. Make sure Summer and Ryan can still get into the Pool House when you leave."
"Marissa! Come back! I didn't mean it like that! Marissa!" Alex yelled angrily getting up and walking after her girlfriend.
"This is weird." Ryan muttered tapping the table in boredom.
"What do you mean?" Summer asked quietly glancing at her boyfriend next to her.
"Meeting your parents and stuff. I mean...they aren't even here yet."
"I hope we have the right table." Summer muttered smoothing her dress out.
"Yeah." Ryan said distracted.
"So...what should we talk about?" he asked grasping her hand under the table.
He wouldn't ever admit it, but he was nervous. Very nervous. And he didn't know why. The worst of it was over.
"Don't bring up divorce, marriage, leaving things or people behind, and dogs. My mother hates dogs. Or atleast used to. When I was 5 I asked for a dog for my birthday and they turned me down because my mother hates dogs. Any kind of—Mother!" Summer said surprised standing up to hug her mother and father.
"Mom, dad, this is Ryan. Ryan this is Neil and Nicole Roberts."
Ryan noticed her father was eyeing him disdainfully and her mother had a very fake very obnoxiously happy look on her face. That look rivaled the one Julie Cooper gave him when they had first met. He also noticed that Summer's mother had a wedding ring on her finger. He didn't remember Summer mentioning she was married again...
"Nice to meet you." Ryan said quietly shaking their hands and sitting back down.
"You too." Nicole said sitting across from Summer and Neil across from Ryan.
They then proceeded with an awkward silence.
"So...dad where is—"
"She doesn't feel well." Dr. Roberts said sighing.
"Oh." Summer muttered thinking of the step-monster and her love for drugs.
"How bad."
"Don't be a martyr, Summer." Neil hissed angrily.
Summer squeezed Ryan's hand when she saw that he was about to retort something.
"Summer your looking a big...fat. Perhaps you want to wear looser clothes. Do you really want the entire population of Newport to know about this?" Nicole asked raising a perfectly tweezed eyebrow.
"Thanks for the advice, mom." Summer said angrily.
"I look fine."
"How far along are you?"
"6 months."
"Hmph." Nicole said making Summer glare angrily at her.
"So...Ryan. How long have you two been together?" Neil asked waving a waiter over to their table.
"About 7 months." he said icily.
He did not like where this conversation was going at all. Nothing had been right since they had sat down.
"Not even a year?" Nicole asked amused.
"How do you assume your going to raise this baby?"
"Well, we want to finish school first."
"How nice. Any jobs in the future for you? Waiter? Maid? Mechanic?" Nicole asked dryly.
"I was a waitress." Summer said quietly looking at her menu.
The entire table went quiet and Summer looked up to see her parents glaring at Ryan.
"You let her work? Why not you? You are the man, are you not?" Nicole asked angrily. "Where do you live?" Nicole asked angrily.
"In Chino?" she added glaring at Ryan.
"Mom! Dad! Please! Can we not do this now. I'm pregnant, yes. Everything is fine. Everything is covered. Chill let's just eat." Summer said angrily squeezing Ryan's hand so tight he thought his fingers would break.
"I can't take this. Summer, please leave with me." Nicole said shaking her head.
"You can live in Europe with Charlie, Sam, and I."
"Who Charlie and Sam?" Summer asked raising an eyebrow.
"Charlie's my husband and Sam is my son. I told you about them."
"Sorry, you forgot to mention it." Summer said quietly looking at the table.
"What can I get for everyone?" a waiter asked smiling down at them.
"Can we get your best red wine?" Neil asked pointing to a wine on the menu.
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Water with lemon." Summer said smiling sadly at the waiter.
"Same." Ryan said.
"Is that all."
"For now." Nicole said.
"Ok. I'll be right back."
"Good." Nicole said sighing dramatically.
"So, when do you plan to marry?" Nicole asked brightly as Summer looked up to the painted ceiling in exasperation.
Why did she say yes, again?
"Ryan...I hate them." Summer whined sitting on their bed later that night.
"I know." Ryan mumbled sitting back and letting her curl into his side.
"I kinda hate them too." he added smiling when he heard her laugh.
"I---"
Ring.
Ring.
Ryan sighed grabbing his phone and shooting Summer an apologetic look. 'Sorry' he mouthed then opening his phone, "hello?"
"Ryan."
"Trey?" Ryan asked sitting up and looking at Summer.
"Yeah. Listen...you won't believe this!"
"Trey?"
"yeah, man how many times do I gotta say it? It's me, your brother."
"What---"
"I'm outta jail, Ryan." Trey said and Ryan could hear the smile even through the phone.
"wow." Ryan said quietly before Trey hung up.
"Ryan? who was that?" Summer asked curiously looking at him. Ryan looked at her and sighed.
"my brother."
(A/n: dun dun dun...)