The song Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare belongs to Matt & Kim.

I don't own any of the characters, but the name Spencer is my idea.

enjoi~

A bell rang shrilly, followed by someone calling out, "Hansen!" But Tom didn't even notice; he was listening to one of his favorite bands, The Smiths… of course. But when someone tapped him rudely on the shoulder, he quickly yanked his headphones off and hurried to the counter to retrieve two sandwiches. He grabbed them and started pushing to the door, grumbling. The food at this deli was great, but the people, not so much.

He swung opened the door, only to accidently hit someone with it. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry-," he started to apologize, but caught his breath. "Summer? Summer Finn? Is that you?"

Summer gasped in shock when she realized who exactly she was talking to. "Tom! Oh my goodness!" they hugged each other happily. "It's been so long since I've seen you! What, a year, two years?"

"Three, actually," Tom finished. He remembered the last day he saw her very vividly. "Uh, should I hold the door open for you, or…" Tom let the sentence hanging, letting Summer decide what her next move was going to be. Deep down, he wanted Summer to just walk into the Deli. To let this little run in be it; for good. He was happy with where he was. He had the best fiancé, a great job, and a good life in general. The presence of Summer was surely to stir things up. But Tom wasn't going to realize this now. No, he'd realize it down the road, when it's already too late.

000

Summer thought for a moment. "You know what? I can get a sandwich any day. I haven't talked to you in forever, Tom." She smiled that true Summer smile that Tom remembered very well. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

"Okay," Tom grinned. He put the two sandwiches he'd bought into his messenger bag and began to walk side by side with Summer. Just like the old days. "So, are you still married?"

Summer nodded. "Yeah, to Spencer. It will be our three year anniversary soon. It's the longest I've ever been with anyone," she was smiling as she said this.

"Well, you're married to the guy. I'd hope you've been with him awhile," Tom paused before speaking again, "you know, I didn't want to say anything before, because it was too… you know…"

Summer pursed her lips. "Yeah, you made the breakup really awkward, Tom."

Tom decided to not acknowledge that statement. "Anyways, and if I would've told you this before you would have just thought it was me being jealous, but you got married pretty fast, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah. But whatever, we're in love, so why wait?" Summer said as if it was such an obvious fact. "And how do I know you're still not jealous. How do I know that you don't still want me, Tom Hansen?"

Tom chuckled, ready to just burst Summer's bubble. "Because, I'm actually engaged."

Summer wasn't expecting Tom to say anything like that. She of course knew that he maybe had moved on, but she didn't think that he'd be engaged already. To be perfectly honest, it was kind of interesting watching Tom gun for her. Even when she was engaged to Spencer. She bit her lip. "Is she nice? What's her name?" Summer mentally cursed herself; now she sounded like the jealous, gunning, love struck one.

"No," Tom started. "When I tell her your name, you're going to laugh, and I'm going to feel like an idiot," he confessed.

"Well… are you embarrassed of her?" Summer inquired, feeling slightly hopeful.

Tom, who was admiring the structure of a new sky scraper, turned to look at Summer sharply. "No! Of course not! Autumn is great! She's everything that I've ever asked for, and I don't care who knows it."

"Well jeez Tom, I was just—wait. Did you say, Autumn?" Summer started in amusement. "And you started dating her right after you dated me? Oh Tom!" she broke down in complete laughter. Tom began to laugh along with her.

Tom began to regain his composure, just as the people passing them on the sidewalk began giving them odd looks. "Yeah, I was kind of shocked at first as well. But hey, what can I say? I love Autumn, and I want to marry her."

Summer smirked. "Look at Mr. Hansen, all grown up."

"Yeah," Tom sighed. "Summer, you know what, I have an idea."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Oh really? Tell me your great master plan."

"It's kind of child-ish, but maybe you, me, Autumn, and, was it Spencer, could go on a double date?" As Tom took in Summer's expression, he added a quick, "Don't laugh…"

"I'm not laughing, Tom! I think that's a great idea. I'll go home and run it by Spencer. Then, I guess I'll call you?"

"Yeah, actually my number has changed, so..." Tom dug in his messenger bag for one of his business cards. "Here you go."

Summer examined the card. "Ooh, I didn't realize I'm talking to a big bad professional architect."

Tom nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I'm following the dream. Speaking of careers, uh, what are you doing?" Tom asked, curiosity toning his voice. What indeed has Summer Finn been up to since she broke his heart?

"Um, I'm a barista at Starbucks."

Silence.

"Starbucks?" Tom finally asked, with his eyebrows raised. "Knowing you, I thought you'd be… you know…"

"More successful?" Summer finished bitterly. Tom looked towards the ground in embarrassment, but Summer actually started laughing. "Tom, stop worrying that you just broke my poor little soul. Being a big business woman is so overrated. I mean, why spend all the long hours of the day at work, having such a dull time, when I could be at home, or seeing a movie, or spending time with my husband?"

"Well I have fun at work," Tom said straightly.

Summer pressed her lips into a thin line. "Well, we all don't work at the place of our dreams, do we now, Tom?"

Tom let out a quick breath of air before saying, "You know what, I actually have to go. You have my card, check with Spencer, or whatever, and call me back about the double date."

"Uh, okay. See you later, Tom," Summer and Tom hugged once again, this time, though, it was a hug goodbye. But the goodbye would only be temporary.

000

As soon as Tom opened the door to the apartment he was ambushed… with a kiss.

"Tom! Where in the world have you been with my monster beef sandwich?" Autumn scolded playfully as she dug around in his messenger bag (while it was still slung over his shoulder) until she found her sandwich. She peeled off the foil wrapping and bit into it, smiling as she did. "I've practically been starving myself, babe, waiting for this," she pointed to part of the chewed up sandwich in her mouth.

"Well sorry I kept you waiting," Tom pulled out his own food and repeated the same process Autumn just followed. He walked over and sat on the loveseat with Autumn, and subconsciously put his arm around her. "You didn't have to starve yourself though."

"I'm was kidding. I had a cookie… or two."

Tom grinned. Autumn had always had a large appetite. And even though her figure wasn't absolutely perfect, she was still beautiful, and glowing with confidence. Tom loved that about her. Autumn looked over to Tom, her mouth practically full. "But really, babe, where were you. And I'm not trying to sound like one of those nagging wives who don't let their husbands off their two inch long leashes, or whatever. But I think I'm talking within reason—,"

"Autumn, shh," Tom smoothed the side of her hair. "I ran into someone, and we got to talking. Actually, I kind of want to talk to you about maybe, a double date?"

Autumn raised an eyebrow. "Sounds a little high school, but sure. Who with?"

"You remember, uh," Tom cleared his throat, "me telling you about Summer, right?"

Autumn nearly choked on her sandwich. "You mean, the girl that you fell in love, head over heels, with, then you guys weren't 'really' dating, and then she broke up with you, and ripped out your heart and stomped on it when she invited you to her engagement party when you were still in love with her, and then she got married, and the day you got over her was the day you met me? That Summer? Or some random Summer you met at the deli?" Autumn said, practically in all one breath.

"No… that Summer… and it wasn't her engagement party, either…" Tom admitted sheepishly.

Autumn threw up her hands. "Tom! You can't be serious!"

"Babe, I'm over her! I swear, or else I'd still be sulking around, not engaged to you," Tom promised.

"Okay, Tom, it wasn't the fact that I was worried that you weren't over her, but the fact that I'd want to fight her when I see her. I'm sorry, but she seemed like such a bitch when you'd tell me your tales of heartbreak. But now…" she paused, her eyes wide. "I'm worried that maybe you aren't over her. I mean, why would you automatically assume that's what I'm talking about?"

Now Tom was hesitating. "Well… I…"

"Don't worry about it." Autumn got up from the loveseat and walked to the kitchen that connected to the living room. As she poured herself some wine she said, "Tom, I don't want to fight, please." After that she looked up at Tom, who had slowly walked into their kitchen after her. Autumn then wrapped her arms around Tom's neck, glass in hand. "I'll agree to go on this crazy double date with you and your ex, if and only if you promise me one thing…"

"What is it?" Tom smiled, slowly leaning in for a kiss.

Autumn leaned in too, and right as she was inches from Tom's lips, she said, "We paint the bathroom that green that I've wanted to do for a year."

At that, Tom leaned back and laughed, nearly knocking over Autumn's wine. "Fine, fine, you win," Tom went ahead and swooped back in for the kiss.