Note:
1. I don't own anything... at least not in this reality. Hey... I still got my fantasy...
2. I am no native speaker and I would definitely need a beta... and yes... feel free to apply anytime soon.
3. I've never written any fanfiction before although I really enjoy reading it. So if you've any suggestions...
4. I know it's rather short but I will not continue to torture you with my style of writing if you don't like it... so please review...
5. The story as you will notice takes place after the first season. I usually like fanfiction best if it's going along with the actual episodes but I don't even know half of the first (and yes... I therefore drown myself in self-pity)... so be lenient towards me.
6. Enjoy reading... or... at least feel free to laugh at my lack of grammar and words...
We've been on the run
Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California here we come
Right back where we started from
Seth E. Cohen was reluctantly closing the door of the taxi that had just stopped in front of the house in Newport where he had spent most of his childhood. He hadn't seen it in years. To be more exactly in 5 years when he had left it leaving only two letters. One for his parents and one for Summer.
Summer. He loved her since he was ten and still couldn't stop. In all the years he had always imagined what she was like now and how she would look and what he would tell her if they would accidentally run into each other in some city he had been to. And he had been to many, many cities.
As often he had made up situations in which he would meet Summer as often he had dealt with the reactions of his parents. Seth had explained everything in every possible way and he knew exactly what he would say if they were not answering the door, or shouting at him or just staring or crying. But now, as he rang the door bell his mind seemed to be completely blank.
Well, it didn't even matter, because he had never expected to get a welcome like this. A little boy, not older than 5 or 6 opened the door and seemed to examine him suspiciously. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and seemed rather tall.
"Do you have presents?" he asked looking at Seth's Santa Claus cap. Seth smiled at his question but then said "Alas, I do not. My name is Seth. I was looking for Sandy and Kirsten Cohen, but I guess they no longer live here." There was some whispering and then the blue-eyed boy disappeared and another 5-year old came into view who had obviously hid behind the first one all the time.
"I'm Josh" he admitted smiling, although there was definitely shyness in his voice. Josh had curly brown hair, brown eyes and was just acting like a real Cohen, which Seth could tell because he had been like that for almost – what was it? – all his life. Was it possible that he had a little brother? His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the first boy, and a scream.
"OH MY GOD...Seth... is that really you...?" Tears were streaming down, the middle aged woman's face as he pulled her son into a hug. Kirsten Cohen finally had her son back. "Yes mom, it is. Uhoh... Oxygen needed..."
Sandy alarmed by his wife's scream also appeared in the doorway. "Kirsten... why are you.." he asked, but his voice faded into silence. Sandy couldn't deny that he was still angry with his son but he was so glad to have him back that anything else than hugging didn't matter at all.
Watching the scenes, Josh whispered excitedly to his best friend "This must be Uncle Seth... your Uncle Seth, Nick.." – "I don't like him.." the blue-eyed boy answered.
"Why... he seems to be nice and Grandma and Grandpa really missed him when he was gone." Josh asked... Nick shook his head slightly ... "Daddy once told me that he made Summy cry ... and I don't like him if he hurts our Summy..."