Disclaimer: I don't own The OC.

A/N-This is just a piece of happy Seth and Summer fluff that I wrote. I was listening to the song Mushaboom by Feist and that's where the idea for this came from. Plus, I have been severely lacking happy SS fluff moments in my other stories, so I felt the need to write it. Anyway, I hope everyone likes it and thanks to Meg for editing it for me.

Summer looked around the apartment, unable to repress the smile that was spreading across her face.

It was all theirs. The apartment belonged to her and Seth.

So it wasn't the most impressive apartment. Quite frankly, it was rather small. It was only one bedroom, the kitchen and living room ran into one another, and the bathroom was quite small. None of that mattered to her.

Neither of their parents were helping them to pay for it, despite the offers. They wanted to do everything on their own. They finally realized the need to grow up, to break free from their parents, their trust funds, and the Newport Beach lifestyle.

That was one of the most important points that had come up when they were deciding where they were going to live when college was over. They had talked about going back to Newport but decided against it almost as soon as the idea had been presented. Despite the fact that her father had offered them a house and a nice sum of money to get them started off if they moved back to Newport, they didn't take it. They had decided they wanted to continue living on the East Coast and somehow they had decided to move to Boston.

Summer watched as Seth came back into their small bedroom, carrying boxes. He heaved it onto the floor, next to their mattress. He smiled at her.

"You like it?" he questioned.

"I love it."

"You sure it's not too small?"

"Cohen, it's perfect."

He walked over to their window, looking outside. "I can't believe that we live here now. On our own."

"It's a nice thought isn't it?" Summer replied.

"It's exhilarating." He pulled her into his arms, kissing her. "That's exhilarating too."

Summer laughed, pulling away from him. "Come on we have more boxes to move in."

"That can wait until later can't it? I mean, we should christen the rooms don't you think?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Ew Seth. Just go and get the boxes."

"Please?"

Summer rolled her eyes. "I'll think about it. Now back to the boxes."

"Okay, okay, I'm going," Seth kissed her quickly, then exited the room.

Summer sat down on the floor, looking around at the room. It just contained their mattress, since they had yet to buy a bed frame, and some of their boxes. Still, it was exciting to know that it was their room, just theirs.

"Summer, are you sure we did the right thing?" Seth asked.

It was later in the evening and the two were lying on the mattress. They were too wound up to go to sleep, though at the same time exhausted from the long day.

Boxes were still scattered around the apartment, abandoned earlier in the evening. They had made their first dinner of macaroni and cheese on the stove in their kitchen and had eaten it on the floor. It had, in Summer's eyes, been a great evening. Apparently, though, Seth didn't seem to be agreeing as much.

She rolled onto her side to face him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, giving up the chance to move back to Newport to get a huge house like your father offered. Do you think we made the right choice?"

Summer bit her lip, thinking hard about this. "I think that we did. What was there for us in Newport? We have the jobs we want here, not there."

"True. But it's not like their really good jobs."

Summer nodded her head at this, as it was true. They had taken jobs doing what they really wanted, Seth working with comic books and her working with the environment. Both were rather low paying, allowing them basically enough to pay the rent and a few other expenses.

"We're doing what we want."

"It's not like we're going to have a lot of money though."

"So?"

"This is coming from the woman who once needed to own the same pair of shoes in twelve different colors?"

Summer hit his arm. "I did not. It doesn't matter. There's other things that are more important than having a lot of money."

Seth nodded his head, agreeing with her. "So you're definitely glad that we moved here?"

"I would never ever take this decision back."

"Good."

Summer smiled at him as he closed his eyes, now finally ready for sleep after a long day. She lay awake for a few more minutes thinking about what she had just said.

Money didn't matter as much as it once had to her. Sure, it was needed and was helpful, but over the past few years she had realized that it wasn't the most important thing in the world. Seth was more important to her than any amount of money, one of the many reasons she was so willing to go anywhere with him, to live in a small apartment with him.

She knew that them getting this apartment was the first step to the rest of their lives together. They were always going to remember it as the first place that they officially lived together (with the exception of the six months that they spent together in her bedroom several years before). There were going to be special moments that they would always remember, things that they would never want to forget. It was always going to be a place that they remembered as they grew old together, collecting memories throughout their life.