"Just go over ther and tell her you love her," Seth said to himself.
He'd been having a long, in-depth conversation with himself for a while now, saying the exact same thing over and over again.
"Just tell her... you love her."
Seth and Summer had been oing out for two months now, and, surprisingly, nothing had gone wrong. Yet.
"I'm going."
It was their second, maybe third try at their relationship. Who could really keep track, anyway?
He ran out of his room, leaving the stereo on with the rhythm of Death Cab setting his determined mind straight.
He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the keys off the counter. Ryan was already there, getting ready for soccer practice.
"You're going over there, aren't you?"
"I'm already gone, Ryan. I'm already gone."
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He rang the doorbell for the ten-billionth time, his patience wearing thin.
Just go in there.
Tell her you love her.
He charged through the door, his newly-found adrenaline pumping, and ran up the stairs. He stopped at her door, wondering whether or not to knock, and decided to act on the thrill of the moment. He opened the door, and there she was.
Summer.
You love her.
And someone else.