This is by no means a serious, must put my best thoughts on the page kind of story. My grammar is some areas may be bogus and the structure of it may be weird. But this is my story and I don't give a ... okay. So I'm just going to right about how Seth's screws up. I'm sure it will get way serious later on an people might be mad, or happy. They might want to kill me. Or you may even just want to ask me for a box of tissues. I have some juicy 'shit' coming at ya. Enjoy.

(please excuse the absence of my other fanfics - im hooked on myspace)

Chapter 1

After closing my bedroom window shut and spraying my new best friend – the air freshener, I threw myself onto my bed. "Dad…You were one lucky son of a bitch in Berkley." I mumbled, feeling the high of the joint. God, where have I been all these years…All of Holly's lame as parties that I thought were gay and stupid." I said out loud.

Sure, I had promised Ryan that it was just one joint, only one time that I could relax and unwind and forget about the Brown interview – If only I had gone to it in the first place, but that wasn't the point. Besides, what does Ryan know? I was only doing it alone because smoking weed was 'so last year', or whatever the year it was – I just wasn't there. This is my time to be free. Come clean, or get clean, whatever. I've found my cure and there will be no problems from now on. As long as I've have my weed.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, waking up the sleeping giant. "Oo0o…" I pulled it out and a picture of Summer was displayed. "Hey lovely." Lovely? – What, I was horny. Can you blame me?

"Uh, Seth? Lovely? Whatever. Okay, so I was just looking over Brown's courses and found the best course for us!"

"Uh huh…" I mumbled. I was in no mood to talk about Brown, or any school at the moment. "What course?" I asked.

"Outdoor adventure!" Summer shrieked. "I hate camping and all that outdoorsy stuff, we could have so much fun. Don't you think, Cohen?"

"I'll stick with my human sexuality course or hey, maybe they might have a course on just watching movies. I'd be up to that. You know how much I love the classics."

"Cohen, we agreed to try new things. This is definitely new and adventurous!" She emphasized. I bet I could find something more adventurous for us do to. "Unless you know, you want to take culinary arts or something like that."

"As in cooking?…Can we eat in that course? I like to eat. I'm hungry." My stomach rumbled and I realized that I was on the verge of starvation. I wonder if people in third world countries smoke a lot of weed, and if they do, do they get as hungry as I do? I'm sure they do, just…what would they eat if I ate all my leftovers when I was a kid? When I was a kid my mom would always tell me to eat my leftovers because starving people would not have anything to eat. Wait, does that mean I caused world hunger? My brain is in no capacity to think this way right now. It hurts.

"COHEN!"

"Ah, what?"

"God, daze off much? So, anyways, you ate like half of Kaitlin's birthday cake and not to mention all of those chili dogs that we had to pick up on the way home. Explain to me how you are hungry?"

"Food. Hungry." I flipped my cell phone closed and ignored the vibration in my hand five seconds later. She loves me, I know it.

After clumsily rolling off my bed and landing on my ass, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. "Peanut butter….I love you." I moaned, as I opened the fridge and retrieved a jar of jelly. I made my PJ sandwich and sat at the kitchen counter eating it and staring off into space.

"Seth." I jumped at my name and turned to see my dad, still in his work suit. "What are you doing up late?"

I raised my sandwich to world hunger and then continued eating it. "What brings you into the kitchen?"

"I was just in my office going through a few things." I could smell the alcohol on his breathe and the uneasiness in his voice. He's up to no good. "Oh, I forgot to ask you. How did the Brown interview go?" I shrugged, trying to ignore the whole incident all together. "After all that rehearsing with Ryan, that's all you have to say?" He laughed.

"It went great." I lied. "Brown, great, I mean…It was awesome. Turns out I really hit it off with the lady. I think I've got a chance. I may be that needle in the hay stack for Brown, just itching to make something of myself, you know. Can't wait." I mumbled. "Can't wait." I repeated, smiling.

"Good! That's good, Seth. I'm proud of you." My dad smiled at me and the worst feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. "Well, I'm off to bed. You should get to bed too. G'night."

"Night dad."

"You look like shit." Ryan pointed out in the car, as we drove to school.

"Thanks." I smirked.

"So, are you going to tell Summer about the Brown interview, or lack there of?" His asked me with the classic 'Atwood eye piercing straight into your skull - burning sensation' kind of way.

"Eventually I'm going to have to tell her."

"If you want my advice…I'd tell her this morning before she finds out and has a rage black out on you."

"Exactly how would she find out in the first place?" I asked. I'm not strong or anything, but I could so beat his ass if he opened his mouth to Summer.

"I'm not going to tell her, Seth." He pointed out. "Marissa knows and maybe it might slip, or maybe she might find out elsewhere."

"The only reason Marissa knows is because you told her."

"Seth, the only reason I told Marissa was because Kaitlin gave you weed." He explained, pulling up to an empty parking spot and parking the car. "You're done that, right?"

I nodded. "So last year, Ryan." I grabbed my bag and proceeded to walk up to the school with Ryan. "And I will tell Summer…When the time is right, okay?"

"Sure, Seth. Just don't wait to do it."

"Yeah, yeah." I laughed. I was screwed. How the hell was I going to tell Summer that I didn't go to the interview of my life? It was like telling her I decided to take up water polo.

"Okay, I'll see you at lunch." Ryan said and walked away.

I stopped in front of the school doors and turned around. I looked amongst the school yard, filled with blossoming flowers, jocks and plastic girls, and decided I was not ready for any of this right now. No classes. No Brown. Nothing. I shielded the sun from my eyes with my hand and walked over to the side of the Harbor 'A' building – an exclusive area meant only for make out sessions (not that I would know .. it was a lonely sophmore year here, okay?) – and sat down on the concrete.

I pulled out a joint from my bag, lit it up and then inhaled deeply, letting my whole body relax. The sound of death cab stated playing in my pants and I pulled out my cell phone.

"Hello?" I took another toke from my joint.

"Where the hell are you?" Summer yelled at me.

"Uh, I'm here, I'm at school."

"Ok great, Cohen. How about you get your ass to class. We have a test in like ten minutes and yesterday you said we'd meet before it to study, remember?"

"Of course I remembered. I'm on my way right now…I – I was just talking to, uh, Dave…You know Dave? That guy who has that …"

"Just get here, Cohen." She hung up.

I finished off my joint and stretched out. I had totally forgotten about the history test today. Or was it a midterm? Crap. A midterm.

I ran through the doors of the school, only to bump into Chad Cunningham.

"Beat it, queer." He shoved me.

Surprisingly, I held my ground and didn't fall to the ground. "I'm sorry, are you talking to me or your friend?" I asked politely.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, loser?"

"I know what I am, but what are you?" I laughed, shaking my head.

"What the fuck is this kid's problem?" Chad's friend asked, sizing me up.

"Kid?" I looked down at my chest and shook my head. "I don't remember children having hair on their chest. But you wouldn't know that would you, Chad. It's 'cause you shave your chest, which makes no sense. When you wax, cut or whatever you do to your chest, all it does it grow back longer and faster. So, exactly what is the point of this whole water polo – no hair anywhere thing?"

Both Chad and his friend backed me up into a corner.

"It's getting a little close here guys." I held up my hands. "Please, people will see. Then they will all know that not only do you think I'm queer but you too want to find out your sexuality. I get it. You hit puberty a bit late."

Okay, so maybe that was a little too much. I got carried away a bit. Let's just skip this whole event and go straight to where they leave me in the hall with a fat lip and a few less scores in my self - confidence charting. I would feel more proud of myself. Thank you. Gracias.

"Ow." I groaned, touching my lip and wincing.

I collected my bag, which was thrown ten feet away from me and then walked straight into the middle of my history midterm. I have great timing.

"Mr. Cohen. Grab a test and take a seat. You have only forty minutes to complete this miderm."