Disclaimer: I don't own The OC.

A/N-Wow, so I hadn't realized it had been this long since I updated this. Whoops. It just took a little while for me to decide what I wanted to do with this story. I still don't particularly know, but oh well. Reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter and to Meg for editing.

"We've got some news for you Seth," Taylor announced looking at him excitedly.

"Oh I've got some news too." Seth sat down on the couch, enjoying the fact that he was finally able to relax for a little while.

He had just arrived home from his fourth day of work. It was his fourth day of working at the bowling alley and he was j done. He was so sick and tired of doing that, even if he was still just really getting used to everything. His lazy side was coming out and he didn't want to do anything anymore.

Truthfully, he just really hated being the newbie on the job. They all stuck him with the worse jobs in the world. Like earlier today, he had to redo the stupid shoes again because he apparently had done it wrong the other night.

And then he had to clean the bathrooms, which was just downright disgusting. He didn't think that bowling alley bathrooms would be so gross, considering in the few days he had worked there, very few people actually went bowling or at least that he had seen. And he had to clean the nacho cheese off of the floor near one of the lanes that someone had spilled last night but hadn't bothered to get someone to clean it.

Nacho cheese, when hardened to an already disgusting floor, was impossible to get it off. And night old nacho cheese smelled, well, gross.

On top of those things, Summer seemed out to get him. A lot actually. She was the one sticking him with all the odd jobs and kept yelling at him for doing things wrong, even if it was just a small itty bitty one. He was thinking that it was because he had hit on her the second night on the job. She, apparently, did not take kindly to her employees hitting on her. Of course, no one thought to warn him at all about this. Not even Bubba who Seth had really bonded with the first night of working.

In his defense, he hadn't meant to hit on her. He really wanted to make a good impression on her and everything, since she was above him at the bowling alley and all.

But no. He just couldn't get her face out of his head, therefore somehow giving him the idea that hitting on her would be a good idea. Um, not so much.

Apparently, seeing her face--or anyone's face--in his mind made him do crazy things.

So now, he had decided that he was going to quit. He had decided that today at work when he accidentally knocked a row of bowling balls down and one fell on his foot. No one did anything to help him. Actually they all laughed at him. A lot. He was hopping around the alley, shouting obscene words, and they all just stared at him. It was so ridiculous. And it really hurt too. So that made up his decision to quit. They would probably be better off without him.

He wasn't too sure how he was going to break the news to Ryan and Taylor, after they had done so much for him. Well, actually, he did. He was just going to tell them straight out that as kind as it was that he needed to find a different place of employment. Preferably one that did not have any really good looking women, an employee named Bubba, or really large objects that could do severe damage to his health.

He, of course, came up with a plan. He had the perfect job for him to do.

He was going to be Ryan and Taylor's manny.

He realized that it sounded absolutely ridiculous but he had been doing it for pretty much the past year. So he was just going to tell Ryan and Taylor this and that all he required was a place to sleep and food three times a day. He didn't need any other type of payment. Their hospitality would be enough.

"So what's your news Seth?" Ryan asked, taking a seat opposite him next to Taylor.

"Oh, you guys go ahead with yours first. Mine might take a while."

"We found a house!" Taylor exclaimed.

"You already found a house? Wow, you two don't waste anytime."

"No, see we actually had found and bid on it the day that we told you we were thinking of getting a house. We just didn't want to jinx anything. They accepted our offer and the house is all ready for us to move in!" Taylor could barely contain her excitement about them finally getting a house.

"That's great. So, wanna hear my news now?"

"Of course Seth."

"I'm going to quit my job and become your manny."

Seth wasn't used to sitting in a room as silent as the room had just become. Well, he was not expecting this reaction. He had thought it was a really good idea.

"Seth," Ryan started.

Taylor interrupted him. "Okay, seriously Seth. We got you this job so that you would move out. Not so that you would come up with some ridiculous idea about being a manny."

"But it's a good idea. The kids already know me and they like me too. So it's perfect. I don't even expect a payment. Just a place to live for the rest of my life and three meals a day."

"That's what you're doing now basically. And we don't want that."

"Plus we don't have room for you," Taylor added.

"Don't have room for me?"

She shook her head. "No. We have five bedrooms. One for each of the kids, our room, and a room for guests. And before you even ask, no you cannot have the guest room."

Seth pouted. Of course his plan would backfire. He should have expected they would never go for the manny thing. "What am I going to do now? I'm back to where I was a year ago."

"No, you at least have a job."

"No, I have to quit. I cannot work there anymore."

"But it's your only option."

"There has to be something other than a stupid job at a bowling alley for me."

"Perhaps if you actually looked on your own…"

Seth crossed his arms. He had looked himself. It wasn't his fault that people didn't exactly think him a very good candidate for their jobs.

"And you need to have all your stuff out here by the weekend."

"The weekend?!" Seth exclaimed. That was in two days. He had no place to go.

"Yes. We're moving in and you need to go."

"Bu-but I don't have anywhere to go. Hello, I have only been working for a week. How am I supposed to get an apartment."

"Taylor, that is a little unfair. Don't you think?" Ryan said.

"Thank you for finally putting some reason out there!"

Taylor pursed her lips together. "Fine. I'll find a place for you to live. Okay? How's that sound?"

"Preferably a place that is not a box."

Taylor didn't say anything in response and for a few minutes, Seth thought that she was going to tell him that it as probably going to be in a box.

"If it is can it be a deluxe box?"

Seth stood behind the counter, watching the countless amount of teenagers in formal dresses and suits running around the alley. God. Whose crazy idea was it to go bowling after a formal dance? It didn't make any sense to him. At all. Sure, they got more use out of the dress, but all they did was run around screaming, laughing, and crying about drama that had previously unfolded.

Perhaps, had he been ten years younger, he might have thought this amusing, even slightly cute to see how they were acting. Alas, his age and all that he had experienced was making him angry and bitter. Plus they were all giving him a headache. He didn't need a headache.

"This is my favorite time of the year too." Summer came and stood next to him, watching the teenyboppers in front of them. Some ridiculous song by the Jonas Brothers or some equally ridiculous band had just come on. Oh God. He remembered the days when such a thing as good music actually existed. He missed it. He wanted that good music back.

"What kind of crap is this that we're listening to?" Seth questioned. He was getting crabbier by the minute. He was once again homeless, he was stuck listening to really bad music and he just wanted to go home.

"I don't know. It's what Jeff told me to put on so I did. They like it. They're paying. They get what they want."

Seth groaned. "How much longer are they going to be here?"

"Midnight bowling hasn't even started yet."

"Oh this sucks."

"It's not even the half of it. Wait until prom season."

Seth shook his head. This was going to get more and more painful with each passing day.

"Listen Cohen, Taylor called to talk to me. She said that you have another situation and

that you need a place to stay for a while. She said, and I'm quoting her on this one, "I need him out of my house permanently". So apparently because I have a two bedroom apartment she thought of me."

"Ah. Well, I'm glad to know that my sister-in-law is so fond of me."

"Well, I'm going to let you stay with me. But only for a little while. And you have to contribute somehow, even if it is just with groceries or something. And you have to follow my rules. It's not often that I let someone who I don't really like stay with me, but I owe Taylor."

Seth's heart sank a little at hearing that she didn't like him--and he was guessing that she meant in both the platonic and non platonic way. But he would get over it. He would rather stay with someone who didn't like him than be living on a box--a deluxe box--on the streets.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"And now, one of the teenyboppers happened to sneak alcohol into her dance and drank a little too much. She's currently puking her guts out in our bathroom and according to her other totally drunk friends, she didn't exactly do it neatly." Summer handed him a mop, a smile on her face. "Have fun."

Seth shook his head. He should have quit when he had the chance.