A/N: The plot for this story is one that's been stirring up in my mind for a really long time, so I finally decided to write it. I probably shouldn't be writing another story when I just started a new one, but I can't help myself. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I own everything related to The O.C. Just kidding. I actually don't own anything related to The O.C. except for the DVD's and a couple of posters.

"So, any big plans for this weekend?" Marissa asked Summer as the two girls primped and preened themselves in the bathroom mirror. Summer frowned, struggling to tame an unruly lock of brown hair.

"No." Summer studied her face in the wide mirror, contemplating on whether or not more lip stick was needed for her already ruby lips. She decided no. Seth would end up kissing it all off anyways.

"Oh, well maybe," she said, an irrepressible grin crossing her full lips. Marissa smiled giddily at her best friend. "Now you definitely have to spill," she squealed, turning away from her reflection.

Summer turned to Marissa, debating inside of herself whether to share this information with her. When she saw Marissa's eager eyes, Summer felt a rush of a girlish need to share, and she chewed her lower lip slightly. "Well, we're just going out on the boat tonight," she admitted. "You know, just for a nice romantic night together."

Marissa's eyes lit up through her black veil of lashes. "I can see it now," she started. "You two, under the stars, screaming passionately into the quiet night…"

Summer's face reddened. "…not doing anything sexual what-so-ever!" Sure, she was trying to cover, because whenever they were together, especially together alone, it almost always led to something. There was always this weird sexual tension between them…even though they'd only done it a few times. And those times were…experiences. Nice none the less, but still…experiences.

Marissa narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Nothing sexual? At all? When you're all alone together in the gigantic ocean?" She shook her head. "In that type of situation I would definitely be all about rockin' that boat!"

Summer blushed. "We may do something. Will you please just keep it on the DL? There are other people in the bathroom besides us," Summer pointed out, glancing around at the gossips that were showing quite a bit of interest in the information Marissa was feeding them unknowingly.

Great! Now everyone in Newport would know exactly what she and Seth would be doing this very night.

Marissa rolled her eyes. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. At least you're not going to be at home with one hand under the blanket pleasing yourself like these pity parties behind us," she bluntly stated.

Summer flashed the girls an apologetic smile. She didn't know why, either. Two weeks ago she would have said the very same thing. Seth was making her be a better person and he wasn't even trying. Something about his shy innocence made her want to copy and paste it into her own personality.

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal about this. It's just one night on a boat," Summer explained, trying to calm the nerves of her best friend.

Marissa rolled her eyes. "And I don't know why you're not making a huge deal out of this. Summer, I've like never known you to have a boyfriend before. Sure, you've had a few guys here and there but none that you've actually like, liked"

Summer walked toward the exit of the bathroom. "OK Marissa, now that half of Newport knows what you think about me and Seth, will you please drop it?"

Marissa sighed. "Sorry, I didn't know it was bothering you that much. I'm just…happy to see you happy," she said warmly.

Summer smiled back at the thin blonde beside her. "I'm happy for myself," she breathed through her upturned lips.

After School

Ryan quizzically studied Seth as he paced the room, occasionally shoving items into a duffel bag. "Dude, why are you so nervous?"

Seth stopped moving and looked across the room at Ryan. "I don't even know. I guess I just want tonight to be perfect for her. The last few times have been…weird," Seth replied uneasily.

He was still nervous.

Ryan sighed and suppressed a grin. "Well, don't go expecting to do anything. That's something girls hate."

Seth sat on the edge of his bed. "OK, you got any more advice?" Seth studied his friends face. He was clearly thinking of things.

"Well," he started "make sure you imply that the two of you don't have to do anything; that you're just fine with talking. Compliment her but don't appear as if you want something. They hate that to. Do not, what-so-ever, talk about you two's future. In most cases the girl talks about it and freaks the guy out, but in this case it's Summer you'll scare. She seems defensive. Don't play with that. Um…when you're making out don't let your hands wander very far. I know you've already seen it all but tease her. All the girls I've had have liked that so…"

Ryan was interrupted by Seth's singing cell phone. Seth flipped it open. "Hey Summer," he said, trying to hide the quiver in his voice. He was kind of freaked now. What if he scared Summer off tonight? He was too busy worrying about if he could live up to her expectations in bed that he didn't even think about if he was being to forward.

They'd had sex. They'd been on a few dates. But they had never spent the night together, and tonight they were going to; all alone, on his boat, with nothing around them but water, stars, air, and of course, each other.

"Yeah, we're still on for tonight. Meet me at the pier at like," Seth glanced at his alarm clock. It read 4:30. "6:15" he finished.

He closed his phone and put it beside him. "No more advice, please. I'm freaked enough as it is," Seth whined.

Ryanthrew his hands upin the air. "I'm just giving you some pointers. So what are you telling Kirsten and Sandy about where you're going to be tonight?"

Seth smiled. "That's the beauty of it. The Kirsten informed me this morning that she and The Sandy are going out of town tonight. Something about never getting to spend time a lone together, which by the way, totally disgusts me."

Ryan folded his arms across his chest. "So, you're not going to be home tonight? And Sandy and Kirsten aren't going to be home tonight? I think I might invite Marissa over"

Seth rose from the bed and zipped up the navy duffel bag. "Look's like we're both getting what we want tonight."

Summers House

Summer walked out of the bathroom with faded jeans and one of Seth's Star Wars shirts on. It wasn't the right color for her skin tone, loosely draped her body, and it was Star Wars. But she liked it. It smelled like Cohen. It reminded her of him. Sometimes she even slept in it.

Their relationship was moving fast and she knew that. But it had started fast, and she had started caring for him fast.

She felt like she was addicted to him. He was a drug and she was the user. It was like she was suffocating without him inside of her, like she couldn't see anything but him, like she couldn't think without him interrupting her dreams and thoughts.

Some would call that love. But not Summer. Those words couldn't come out of her mouth. Never. Ever.

For such a short, small word, it was loaded with feelings, trust, compassion, and a million other things.

So she decided that it was 'loke' she had for Seth Ezekiel Cohen. It was so beyond liking but not quite touching love. Or maybe it was sitting on top of love but she was denying it. She didn't know. But for now, loke worked.