DISCLAIMER – I don't own Seth, or Summer, the two main characters. Or, in saying that, The OC, or any OC related characters or products.

A/N – This is to have two chapters. Well, after the first chapter, tell me if I should continue. I'm not used to writing many Seth/Summer stories.

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Summer didn't love him. She had once. Not anymore.

But there was a problem.

She knocked on his front door. Oh crap. She was so nervous. Her palms were sweating, there was a lump in her throat, and she could feel a stinging sensation behind her eyes. She was about to cry.

Don't cry, don't cry…

Only a few days before, he had walked into her room, set and ready to apologize. Tell her he loved her and put it all behind them. They could be together again. But he had walked in on her sleeping with another guy. She'd tried to explain it. But he didn't want to listen. Fuck. She didn't even KNOW the guy. He was just some random. And she only did it because she couldn't have him…

Seth opened the door. As soon as he saw her, the smile disappeared from his face, the twinkle was gone from his eyes, and hurt emotions spilled everywhere. He said nothing. He just looked at her.

"Seth…" she started, her fists balled up on her sides. Her long, manicured nails dug into her skin. She felt the numbness, reminding her, don't cry, don't cry.

"Please…" Seth said. His voice was choked and his face looked pained. "Don't call me Seth."

"Cohen?" tried Summer hopefully.

Seth winced at her voice. Her voice saying his name. Just like she used to. "Even worse."

Be strong, be strong. Don't cry, you can't cry.

"I need to talk to you." She said slowly.

"I don't think so…"

"Please! Please it is really, really important."

He sighed. He still felt for her. Somewhere. Somewhere deep down inside him, where all the awful things she had done never existed.

He walked up to his room, her trailing behind him. She couldn't get too close. He walked in and close the door, sitting down on his bed. She didn't know what to do. So she stood. She looked around…It was like nothing had changed. Neat, perfect…A bit like him. On his bedside table stood Captain Oats, faithfully, always by his side. And next to Captain Oats…was a picture frame. And the picture inside was off them, kissing on the beach.

He still has that picture?

Summer still had that picture, hanging on the wall opposite her bed. It was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. She knew she should take it down. Because, of course, she was over him. She was over Cohen. But she didn't have the heart to take the picture down…

Seth saw her looking at the picture, and quickly flipped it over so it was facing downwards. She could almost feel her heart break.

"What do you want Summer?"

There was no cheerfulness in his voice. No usual Cohen ramblings. Just cold. Cold and hard.

"I need to talk to you…"

"Make it quick then. So you can…" he trailed off.

Go. Leave. Never come back again?

"Seth…I'm…"

It was too much for her. She broke down crying. She fell onto his floor an sobbed, her head buried in her arms. This was when Seth Cohen came through. The real one. The one that cared for her. He swooped down to her, and gently put his arm around her.

"Summer, what's wrong? Tell me."

In between sobs, she raised her head, gulping. She finally yelled out what she had been hiding.

"I'm pregnant!"

Seth immediately leapt off her. He looked at her like she was poison. How dare she come into his house and tell him this?

"Oh really." He said coldly. "So? What are you telling me for?"

"Seth!" she wailed. "You don't get it! I'm pregnant…"

"Yeah, so?"

"I'm pregnant…" she repeated, softly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Summer!" he yelled. "I don't care! I don't give a fuck! You expect to come here, tell me you're pregnant and expect me to be HAPPY for you??"

Summer shook her head silently, opening her mouth, but no words able to form.

"Who's is it Summer? The guy I found you with??"

She shook her head again.

"Oh, there's more?? Why does that not surprise me? How many Sum? Three? Or even more. You'll have a hard time finding the father."

That was enough for her. She jumped off the floor and tried to hit him. He held her back and she started pounding his chest with her fists.

"YOU JERK! YOU JERK! DON'T YOU GET IT?? It's yours…"

He let go of her arms in shock, and she fell into him. She stopped pounding him and buried herself in him. His warmth. It dragged up the old memories. Of what they used to be. Maybe she did love him…Just a little bit.

He didn't know what to say. After all that had happened… "OK, OK…" He whispered, smoothing her hair, trying to sooth her strangled cry. "I'll…I'll be there for you."

She looked up at him. "Promise?" she whispered.

He thought about it for a minute.

"Promise."

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