Okay so I wrote a story called The Hollywood Love Story a long time ago. Like back in April. Then that account got deleted and I was far too lazy to post this again. Well I altered it, and it just so happens that this and LiLaLcOhOlIcO.C.-AdIcTeDkId's story, Beyond the Page. But I swear that I am not copying that. I posted this a long time ago, and I very much respect that author. Anyways, on with the show!

Thanks so much!

Rachel

Disclaimer: throughout the story it all belongs to Josh and FOX… I just make up my own plotlines for fun and enjoyment

"Ok, Sydney, it's not like now that me and Allie broke up I'm now choosing you, ok? Because the whole reason that we broke up is because for me," the actor paused for effect swallowing before continuing. "It's always been you Syd. I've tried to fight it and I've tried to deny it but I can't, I can't do it, you're undeniable." Andrew Smith looked into the eyes of Taryn Lee. She gave him a soft smile before kissing him hard and pushing him onto the bed.

Seth Cohen, watching from his director's chair rolled his eyes and stood up. "Cut, cut, cut."

He walked over to where Andrew and Taryn stood, hands on hips. He didn't speak for a minute as he looked down at his right fingernail, contemplating what he would say to his two actors. "Andrew, please tell me what it said in the script after the whole Princess Sparkle conversation." Seth finally asked, looking up from his fingernail which had now been chewed quite short.

"Umm, I launched into the whole speech about how I've been in love with her since like forever," the young actor replied, looking over to Taryn who nodded in agreement.

Seth nodded strongly and faced Taryn. "Okay Tar, what did you do after you heard him confess his undying love?"

"I kissed him?" Taryn said, more in a questioning form than in a statement.

"Very good kids, very good," Seth said to the two actors who were barely two years younger than himself. "Alright, then let's see some emotion shall we? Andrew, when you tell Sydney you love her, really tell her! You're confessing your undying love for her, show some passion! And Taryn, Sydney is pissed at Sam, but when he says those words to you, that you're undeniable, that he's loved you for years, you immediately want to forget all the shit that he's pulled, put aside that he's fucking Sam Rosenberg and kiss him. You are claiming him, he is yours and all that matters is you and him. You are the only ones in the room. You guys got it? One more take alright? Our ratings have been extremely high lately. How about we keep it that way?" Seth made his way back to his chair and motioned for the scene to begin again.

He watched absentmindedly as the two actors in front of him recited their lines. They were good actors, he had cast them for a reason, but Seth had known all along that this wouldn't be easy. He was forcing himself to relive a time he, up until now, had chosen not to remember. And the worst part was that Andrew and Taryn didn't know a thing. Sure they acted well but they didn't act like it really happened, like it was when Seth and Summer shared that moment.

The scene ended and Seth shrugged. If that was as good as it would get then that was the way it would have to be. No one could be Seth and Summer. And if Andrew and Taryn were as close as he could get to the real thing, then he'd just keep on filming. This was his therapy, his job, his career, and his memories.

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Summer hated summer. Which was odd being that her name was Summer. But it was just too happy, and peaceful, and warm, and perfect. Summer didn't like that. She loved the autumn; when the leaves turned all sorts of shades of orange and red, and the sun warmed her body just enough to keep her content. But the summer was just plain boring, and far too cliché. Everyone was out with their boyfriends, hand in hand, rollerblading, making out at the beach. Summer hadn't had a real boyfriend for almost four years. Not since Seth Cohen. Summer shook her head. No. She would not spend yet another day thinking about Seth Cohen. He wasn't worth it. She had wasted too many years being caught up on that boy. This summer would be different.

Summer walked up to her 2 floor apartment and unlocked the door, throwing her keys to her black Mercedes on the side table and slumped into a chair in the living room, turning on the TV. Damn, nothing good was on. Friends; oh come on that was so 10 years ago. One Tree Hill; really that show was still on? Atomic County… Summer stopped flipping and stared at the screen in front of her.

A thin man, with black curly hair stood in front of thin, petite brunette dressed in a silk red dress and whose hair was pulled up into a straight, high ponytail and dark brown eyes, not unlike her own. He held out a hand to her. "Come on," he said, "I'm sweeping you off your feet."

The girl took his hand and gave a half smile. "The sad thing is, you kind of are."

Summer let tears roll down her face as she watched the actors play out her life. Ryan Adams' crap version of Wonderwall played in the background, memories flooded into Summer' brain. 'Fuck you Seth Cohen,' she thought, 'leave me alone.'

Very short intro chapter to see if this attracts interest! Please tell me!