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A/N- I really shouldn't be starting another story, but alas, this idea came into my head today and I just feel in love with it. This is an AU story and in it, Seth and Summer never met and lived in separate cities. Marissa is still alive, but in case anyone is wondering, she probably won't be with Ryan, because personally I don't like them together. Anyways, thanks to Meg for editing and for coming up with the title, it's awesome (though you know which one was my alltime favorite) and I'd love to hear feedback on this, please review!


Fuck Valentine's Day.

This was the thought that was going through Summer Roberts's head as she sat at the bar. She hated Valentine's Day with a passion. Okay, well not normally, just on the days that she didn't have someone to share it with. She hated it especially because she had wanted to spend the night watching depressing movies with her best friend and roommate, Marissa Cooper but noooo. Marissa had to be the person with the boyfriend and he of course had planned a romantic dinner with her at his place. Of course.

She meanwhile, had no one to spend the day with. When she realized this, she decided to go to a bar and get drunk. Very drunk. And she was looking for someone to sleep with. So far she was succeeding pretty well in the getting drunk department.

She sighed as she ordered another drink. She wanted someone. Just for the night. Surrounded by happy couples made her long for someone. Even if it was just to have some meaningless sex with.

She searched the bar for someone and saw no one. Everyone had someone by their side. That made it even worse.

She thought about getting up and leaving, then remembered she had no where to go. That and the fact that someone took a seat beside her was the reason that she stayed.

Apparently, Summer wasn't the only one who was lonely that night.

Seth Cohen had come to the bar with the same intentions as Summer. He didn't exactly consider Valentine's Day a holiday but it still wasn't a fun day when there was no one to celebrate it with. His parents were celebrating it. His brother and his girlfriend were celebrating it. He had no one. So he went to the bar more or less to drink a lot, then was going to go home and pass out.

He ordered another drink and took a seat at the bar. He had been walking around, trying to find someone who was single, but those type of people were apparently nonexistent on that night. He finally gave up on walking around and just decided to go and wallow in self-pity at the bar.

He, luckily, didn't have to do that for to long, considering he had sat down right next to Summer, who had taken a liking to him, despite the fact that she didn't even know his name. She looked him over before saying anything to him. He was tall and skinny, almost awkward looking. He wasn't dressed how the majority of the guys that she normally was with dressed, but in a more quirky way. She didn't mind though, she was totally willing to go for a totally different guy for the night.

Seth noticed the woman sitting next to him staring at him, so he turned to look at her. She was, to sum it up in one adjective, beautiful. It wasn't the most original adjective, but hey, he was considerably drunk. He had to admit it, he had picked a pretty good seat at the bar.

Then he realized that she probably had a boyfriend. He turned away from her, thinking that she wasn't looking at him, she was probably looking for her tall, blond, possibly actor boyfriend.

That was until he felt a hand on his arm. It was her hand.

"Hi," she said and found that her voice was kind of nervous. She didn't really do this often. Okay, well never. Have a one night stand with some random guy she didn't even know. She was more of the relationship type person while Marissa usually took care of the hooking up with random guys. She was lonely, drunk, and wanted to have sex, so she was taking a page out of Marissa's book for once. It seemed that the two were switched places for the night.

"Hey," Seth replied. He was really hoping that she did not have a boyfriend, because she seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, at least for the night.

She decided telling the guy her name was a good place to start. "I'm Summer Roberts."

"I'm Seth Cohen."

That lead nowhere. Silence fell between the two. Summer decided to just start talking.

"Okay, Cohen, listen up." she had only heard his last name, he mumbled his first name and asking him would waste time. "I'm going to be honest with you right now."

"It's Seth." This fell on deaf ears, considering she just continued talking.

"I'm pretty drunk right now. It's Valentine's Day and I'm alone. I have no one. I just really want someone to have sex with. Everyone else in this bar is unavailable, unlike you over here. So I was wondering if you would want to...well, have sex with me."

Seth listened to her say this, and truthfully only caught the tail end of what she had said, considering she was slurring her words together and he wasn't all that sober. He did catch the part of her asking him to have sex with her.

He thought about this over for maybe a millisecond. He honestly would be crazy to say no to her. Yea, he didn't know her, but it didn't really matter. They were both alone, on Valentine's Day, drunk. Plus, he hadn't had sex in a very long time.

"Yea, that sounds good to me," Seth agreed.

Summer smiled and leaned forward to him, giving him a kiss. "My place or yours?"

"My brother has his girlfriend at my place."

"My place it is," Summer said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar.


The whole cab ride to Summer's apartment had been them making out. Both were anxious to get to her apartment.

By the time they got out of the cab, Seth was ready to just get it on right there. He didn't really care too much at that moment. This had definitely been a really good idea.

They went into her building and of course they had to wait for the elevator to come, considering she lived at the very top level of the apartment. They continued what they had been doing in the cab while waiting and when the elevator came, they just moved along inside of there.

By the time they got to the door of her apartment, Summer had her shirt half hanging off. She had to pause in their actions to get her keys out of her purse. And of course, this happened to be the one night that they got buried somewhere in her overly large purse.

"I can't find the fucking keys," she said, frustrated and annoyed. She really wanted to go inside her apartment or pretty soon her neighbors were going to hear her and random bar guy having sex right in the middle of the hall. That would be a very bad thing, so the keys needed to be found. Finally she spotted them. "Aha!"

Then the difficulty came of putting them in the lock. She was not thinking clearly at all, due to the alcohol and this guy's hands being all over her body. She finally was able to unlock it, and opened the door, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him.


Summer woke up the next morning, every part of her aching, especially her head. She groaned. How much did she have to drink last night? She couldn't even remember.

That was when she was realized that she was not wearing any clothes. Why was this? She strained to remember for a minute, making her head hurt just a little bit more.

That was when she remembered. She had pulled a Marissa Cooper. She had a one night stand. With...random bar guy. What was his name...Cohen! She remembered his last name at least. That was a good thing.

She tried to remember more about the previous night. She had little flashes here or there. There was something that she felt was important, that she should remember.

All this thinking made her head hurt. She pulled the covers up over her head, telling herself she would remember later.


Two months later Summer remembered what she had forgot. Or actually, more like what she and the guy, Cohen, had forgot.

She groaned as she looked at the pregnancy test box resting on the counter, taking a seat on the closed toilet. This was not good, not good at all.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a one night stand, a no strings attached type of deal. How come this happened to her? Marissa had done this tons of times before, but she wasn't pregnant. Maybe because she wasn't incredibly drunk, so drunk that both of them forgot what they had always been taught about using protection.

"Summer, are you almost done in there?" Marissa began pounding on the door impatiently. "I have to get ready for my date with Aaron."

"I'm having a bit of a crisis," Summer called back meekly.

This seemed to turn Marissa back into best friend mode. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" She didn't receive a response from Summer. "I'm coming in there."

Summer didn't protest. She wanted her best friend there with her at that moment. She needed someone.

Marissa barged into the small bathroom, surprised to see Summer sitting on the toilet, crying. She wondered why until her eyes rested on something next to her on the counter.

She gasped and looked at Summer. "Are you..."

"I don't know," Summer responded, wiping her face.

"But who?" Marissa questioned. To her knowledge Summer hadn't slept with anyone since they had moved to Newport from New York City a year ago.

Summer sniffled, trying to stop her tears. "Do you remember how I was really hung over after Valentine's Day because I went to that bar? Well, alcohol wasn't the only thing that I found solace in. There was this guy and he was almost as drunk as me and he was single and pretty good looking. And then I decided to be like you for a night and just randomly hook up some guy."

"You seriously randomly hooked up with some guy?"

"Yes, Coop, aren't you following? Anyways, I guess we were really drunk because I think that we forgot to use protection."

"Aren't you on the pill?" Marissa asked.

"Well, no, not exactly. I haven't slept with a guy in over a year. I probably wouldn't have done it without protection on Valentine's Day but I was so drunk and so was he. Hence, the fact that there very well may be a fetus inside of me right now."

"Have you taken a test yet?"

"No. I can't do it. I mean, yea, kids are great, I love them. Doesn't mean I really want them, especially right now, considering I'm 23 and the father of this potential baby is some guy whose first name I don't even know!"

"Okay. You need to take this test. I'm going to call Aaron and cancel our date for tonight."

"No, Coop, don't do that for me."

"I think you need me here tonight, especially if that's positive." Marissa straightened up. "You take that and I'll go do just that."

Marissa left the room and went to call her boyfriend. After a brief conversation where she lied and told him she wasn't feeling well, she went and stood in front of the bathroom door. It seemed like an eternity before the door slowly started to creak open.

Summer stood, her hands holding the stick. She looked up at Marissa.

"I'm pregnant."