OKay so here you go- just a little buddy action with my core four. Sorry it took so long, ORy and I have been adlibbing lines for IWBT which got an amazing response due I'm sure in now small part to ORy's threat. She threatened to stalk me if I didn't continue the story. Enjoy and reply

"I'd like to add that I have my father's gun and a scorching case of herpes."

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off. You can't fight in here. This is the War Room."

"Dr. Strangelove or: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb," Taylor smiled at Seth. The two were walking down the beach on a Saturday afternoon. "I'm glad we're doing this."

"That's not a line from a movie," Seth frowned.

"Sorry. I forgot to call a time out. Time out," Taylor said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm glad we're doing this. It's been a while since it was just the two of us. I mean, I love Ryan and I know you do too-hopefully in a different way-but I miss it just being the two of us sometimes."

"There are rare occasions that I miss it being just the two of us, too," Seth admitted with a smile.

"Well, of course the occasions are rare. You finally got the girl," Taylor teased. "I told you that you would, didn't I?"

"You once said the only thing I'd lay was a rug."

"I never said that. That my friend, was a line from Rock and Roll High School, which I'm still having trouble believing I actually watched."

"You're right. I think what you said was that if she didn't go out with me by junior year by choice, you'd pay her to go out with me."

"I would never have paid her to go out with you, Seth," Taylor shook her head. "Blackmail might have played a part but never bribery."

"Thanks T," Seth said.

"No problem. Hey," she turned to him. "In case I forget to tell you later-I had a really good time tonight."

Seth leaned forward with a smile, "Pretty Woman."

"Aw man," Taylor smiled as she and Seth continued their walk down the beach. "I can't believe you got that."

"You made me watch that movie how many times? There was a time I think I could've repeated it verbatim."

Taylor smiled, "Okay, your turn."

"Manure! I hate manure!"

"Back to the Future II," Taylor said. "We so have to watch all of them again sometime soon. We haven't watched them all in one shot in a long time."

"We can con Ryan and Summer into watching them with us."

"Ryan wouldn't be that hard to convince. As long as we don't make him watch animae we're good."

"Summer, however, we might have to tie to a chair to make her watch all three of them in one sitting," Seth said.

"And that little scenario has nothing to do with that whole S&M fantasy fetish you have right?"

"How did you-"

"You and Ryan really need to start closing the door when you're in the pool house talking about your weird male fantasies."

"Oh man," Seth groaned. "You're not gonna tell Summer, right?"

Taylor walked ahead of him with a smile on her face.

"Taylor? Right?"

"We'll see," she said with a glance over her shoulder. "C'mon, let's get something to eat, I'm thirsty."

Seth frowned for a moment and then smiled, "The Thin Man Returns."

Taylor nodded as she and Seth continued their walk.

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"Hey Chino," Summer said as she came into the pool house and plopped herself down on the bed, much like her step-sister usually did.

Ryan looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow at the brunette girl currently lying on his bed.

"Seth's not here."

"I know. He and Taylor are doing the best friend only thing today. It's not fair. She's had him to herself for the last eight years. You'd think she'd welcome the break she gets by him having a girlfriend and her having a boyfriend. But no," Summer rolled her eyes. "She called dibs on him today and said I could have him back when she got sick of him. She used to live in this house for weeks on end without me seeing her at home. It could be days before she gets sick of him. I cannot go days without seeing Cohen."

Ryan suppressed a smile.

"Oh, you think this is funny? How often did you see Taylor before you and she started going out? Didn't she usually hide out in Cohen's bedroom? You're in the same boat I am my friend."

"Difference being, you have to go home at night and I'm already home," Ryan said. "That means I have a better chance of seeing my girlfriend than you have of seeing your boyfriend even if she does sleep in Seth's room."

"This is not fair," Summer pouted. "Can't we be best friends the way they are? I could sleep in here and that way I'd have a better shot at seeing Cohen."

"We wouldn't make good best friends, Roberts."

"Why not? Alcoholic parents or step parents, weird taste in significant others," Summer started to tick off their similarities on her fingertips. "Not to mention we both have some kind of crazy love for Cohen and Taylor respectively. Of course I'm hoping my love for Cohen is different than your love for Cohen and right about now you're hoping that my love for Taylor is different than your love for Taylor."

"Little bit, yeah," Ryan nodded.

"No worries Atwood," Summer smiled, as she propped herself up on her elbows. "The only one I want to get naked with is Cohen."

"And I'm probably never going to want to eat again. Thanks Roberts," Ryan made a face.

"No problem," Summer smiled as she let herself rest on her back again. "So what about you and Taylor?"

"What about me and Taylor?"

"Have you two gotten naked yet?"

"None of your business," Ryan said.

"That's a no," Summer smiled. "I know you've talked about it."

"How do you know that?"

"We're girls. When we know we can trust the other, we tend to tell each other everything."

"Really," Ryan asked. "Do you talk to anyone else about what you and Taylor talk about?"

"Real subtle, Atwood," Summer said with a pointed look at him. "But to answer your question, no, I do not talk to Marissa about what Taylor and I talk about. As a matter of fact, I haven't talked to Marissa in a very long time. Having her insult your boyfriend and his best friend, who also happens to be your step-sister, will do that to a friendship." Summer stared at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," Ryan said quietly.

Summer looked over at him, "Why?"

"Because she's your best friend and I kind of feel like I'm responsible for you losing that."

"You're not. The only people responsible for Marissa and me are Marissa and me."

"I'm still sorry."

"You're too good at feeling guilty, Atwood. You should work on that."

"I'll do my best," Ryan smirked at her.