Well this is my first piece of fanfiction so please bare with me! I'm just getting use to the layout and rules so if I've made any mistakes can someone please help me? This chapter is somewhat short but I'll promise to make them longer as the story continues. Please R&R, thank you. OK enough of me rambling on. Enjoy!

"Don't make any plans to go out this weekend, its going to be cold and wet Friday through 'until next week. The next weather report is up at the top of the hour. On now on to sports..."

Summer groaned and rolled over to look at the clock.

"6.00"

Ever since moving out of Newport with Seth a 6 months ago she was waking up earlier. She looked out her window only to be greeted by dark storm clouds hovering above. Raindrops settled against the glass. Summer traced one as it curved down the window. "I miss Newport." She would never say it out loud; it was part of her continuous job in convincing Seth that she has happy. A job that took most of her energy. But Seth wasn't here today, he left the night before on business.

"I miss Newport" she whispered. She looked around expecting someone to come out of her closet to scold her. But no one appeared

"I miss Newport," she said a little louder.

"I miss Newport." Louder.

"I miss Newport." She was now yelling. The forcefulness in her voice caught her off guard. Where had Summer Roberts gone? She hid behind her lies and fears. She used to be able to confront things head on but now she ran away from her problems.

She was so tired of running.

She was surprised at how scared she was looking at her empty bed. The blankets sat in a crumpled pile on one side of the bed. Even her bed was lonely.

She looked around. Their bedroom was a mess. Cloths littered floor, boxes laid unopened, the bookshelves were overflowing and the paint was peeling.

" Your external life influences your internal life." She remembered reading that in a magazine and reciting it to Seth when they fixed up Marissa's room. She smiled these were what she lived for. Memories.

"Maybe I'll fix up the apartment, it beats laying around watching 'The Valley' and 'The Golden Girls' reruns."

She opened the closet door and was welcomed by the familiar sent of Seth washing over her. Normally it would have made her smile, she loved how he smelled and the feeling of comfort it gave her. But the previous night's fight was still raw in her mind.

"Summer what's wrong, and don't say 'nothing' I'm sick of hearing that excuse."

How could he expect her to say something to that. There were so many things wrong that they swirled around in her head like flies. She would try to grab them, try to pin them down and confront them but she would get scared and let them slip through her fingers. There were so many things wrong that she didn't know where to start.

She looked at him. He wanted to help her, she could tell. She had seen that look before. He loved her. He actually loved her. His love scared her and she didn't know why, which scared her the most.

"Summer, what's wrong?"

"Nothing"