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"So we're moving?" Becca asked.

"We're moving."

"But you don't even know if you've got the part."

"Weren't you and Marissa just saying the other day that the part is as good as mine?" Summer questioned with a smirk.

"Well…yes, technically I may have said something along those lines. I just think that it might be a good idea to keep our options open."

"Becca, we haven't been in California that long and I'm already getting movie offers. That's never happened before….I think-I think that we're going to have better luck here."

"Better luck getting jobs? Or better luck getting guys?" Becca asked.

"What?"

"You know what."

"You think this is about-about Seth?" Summer stammered.

Becca nodded slightly.

"I have a real job opportunity here. Forget Seth Cohen. He is of the past."

"He's involved with this real job opportunity," Becca pointed out.

"Yes, I know this. But I also know that he's involved on a business level…or at least that's all he is to me. This is my shot and I'm not going to blow it over Seth Cohen. I could care less about Seth Cohen."

"You flirt an awful lot for someone who could care less."

"Ok, fine. I flirt. Big deal. I flirt with everyone. Look, I love that you've got my back and I love that you constantly try to look out for me, but I'm a big girl and I think it's time that I finally put all of this behind me and just concentrate on my career. I'm doing this for me, for my career, for us. I mean, hello, if my pay check is bigger so is yours," Summer laughed.

"True…still."

"Still nothing, Becca. I want this role and as far as Seth is concerned I'll just deal with him. I can be his friend."

"That's not what I've heard from Marissa and Ryan," Becca scoffed.

"I can! I don't care what they say. That was high school. This is now. I'm focused. You don't have to worry."

"Fine. I'll take your word for it. Just…just remember, we're in this together. If you screw up over Seth, you're screwing me over too," Becca teased.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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"Is this the last one?" Ryan asked as he struggled with a large box of Summer's things.

"That's the last one."

"It's amazing how much stuff one girl can own," Marissa laughed, carrying a smaller box.

"You're telling me. I had to practically carry all of her crap to the car before," Becca snorted.

"Hey, I helped you with your stuff too," Summer protested.

"Yeah, my like seven boxes or something like that. You have like thirty-some boxes of junk."

"Whatev."

"So Becca you're all set up in your place?" Ryan asked, plopping down Summer's last box.

"Yep, my dad flew in and helped me move into my apartment."

"I can't believe we're not going to be roomies anymore," Summer pouted.

"We've been roommates for like ever. I'm in California and I'm going to pick up some guys. I don't want to have to worry about a roommate," Becca shrugged with a laugh.

"Yeah, but I'm moving back in with my dad," Summer grimaced.

"I told you, you can always come visit me. Besides, your dad begged you to move in. I wasn't getting in the middle of that…plus it's rent-free for you."

"I know," Summer sighed.

Just then Summer's cell rang.

"Speak of the devil," Summer rolled her eyes before flipping open her phone, "Hi, Daddy…yep, we're just finishing. I'm practically settled in…I know…yes, Daddy…dinner it is…yeah, I'm really excited about this too…ok…I'll see you tonight…love you…alright…bye."

"So dinner with your dad?" Marissa asked.

"Yep, same old routine all over again."

"Some things will never change," Ryan laughed.

"I swear I feel like I'm getting sucked into some time warp thingy. I'm right back where I started."

"Yep. Living in your dad's house, hanging with your best friends, and hanging out with Seth every day," Ryan teased.

"Screw you, Chino."

"I'm just saying. Once you get that part…" Ryan trailed off with a smirk.

"Get off my property," Summer threatened.

"See, you're back to threatening people and everything."

"Yeah, you're right. Everything's exactly the same," Summer said sarcastically. "Marissa's pregnant. We have jobs. We can legally drink. Yeah, it's just like old times."

Ryan just shook his head.

"Alright. If you're settled in, then we should get going. We promised Sandy and Kirsten we'd have dinner with them and I need a shower," Marissa said.

"Later," Summer said, ushering them to the door.

"You're welcome, Summer. I loved helping you move in," Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Ok, thanks. Whatev."

"You're welcome, Sum. I'll talk to you later," Marissa smiled as they left.

"What about you? Helping me unpack?" Summer asked Becca.

"Actually I've got this…ok, no point in lying. No way. I'm going to go watch TV in my apartment and not spend all day unpacking your crap," Becca grinned.

"Fine. I'll do it by myself."

"Good thinking."

"Shut up. I'll call you later."

"Sounds good. Have fun," Becca teased.

"See ya," Summer said as Becca walked out the door.

"Am I too late?" Seth asked, running up the stairs.

"Nope, just in time to help me unpack," Summer grinned.

"You can't be serious….just forget you ever saw me. Sorry, I couldn't make it to help you today, Summer," Seth said backing down the stairs.

"Too late. You're here now and I could use your help. This is what you get for missing the manual labor part."

As she backed down the driveway, Becca raised an eyebrow at them when Summer pulled Seth into the house.

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"Wow, it's like the same room…well the same room filled with boxes of your stuff," Seth commented.

"How observant of you," Summer laughed.

"Yeah…it's just…it's still so…purple."

"I was thinking about painting actually…ya know, before I unpack everything."

"So you want to paint it like now?" Seth asked.

"As I recall, you're not a horrible painter," Summer smirked.

"Oh no."

"What color should I pick?" Summer asked looking at all of the samples.

"I don't know. It's your room…but if it were my room, I'd probably go with a blue of some sort," Seth shrugged.

"I'll call Becca."

"Ok."

Summer flipped open her phone, "Becca, hey, it's me….yeah, I'm going to paint my room…purple is so…yeah, it's high school…what color should I pick…no, I'm at some-what is this place, Cohen?"

"Home Depot."

"I'm at Home Depot…yeah, he's with me…well he's good at painting stuff…no…just tell me what color to pick…I don't know either. That's why I called you…ok, fine…thanks, anyway…later."

"And the consensus is?" Seth asked.

"She doesn't know. I'll call Coop," Summer said and started to dial.

"Wait! Why don't you just pick what you like? I doubt Marissa will know either."

"Coop helped me pick purple in the 3rd grade. If anyone would know, it would be Coop," Summer sighed and finished dialing. "Hey Coop…I want to paint my room…yeah…what color…uh huh…yeah, they have a like light teal-ish color…no…oh, that would be way better…thanks, Coop…ok, thanks…later!"

"The light teal-ish one?"

"Oh no way. Light purple."

"Light purple? But your room's already purple."

"Exactly. See, I already know that I like purple. But light purple is different so it's still a change, just not too drastic," Summer explained.

"Are you serious?" Seth asked incredulously.

"Yep. How many gallons do you think we'll need?"

"How did I sucked into this again?"

"You missed carrying boxes."

"Right."

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While Seth and Summer were painting her room, her phone rang.

"Hello…hey Daddy…oh no! I completely forgot! Seth and I have been painting my room for like two hours," Summer confessed. "I'm so sorry. We can just eat here…ok…I'll see you in a few minutes."

"A few minutes? Your dad is coming home?" Seth asked, panicked.

"Chill, Cohen. It's not like your deflowering his precious daughter up here or anything."

"Yeah but I did at one time so he probably hates me."

"He doesn't hate you for that…he has tons of other reasons, too," Summer shrugged.

"That's not funny. Don't joke about that."

"I'm not joking. My dad really doesn't like you."

"Seriously, Sum. That's not funny," Seth gulped.

"Whatev, Cohen. It's not like he's going to kill you. He just doesn't like you."

"I-I've gotta go," Seth stuttered.

"Cohen," Summer pouted.

"I really should go."

"Sweetheart," Summer's dad called from the bottom of the stairs.

"We're up here, Daddy."

"Oh crap," Seth muttered.

"Mr. Cohen, I thought I'd seen the last of you years ago," Mr. Roberts said coming in Summer's room.

"Daddy."

"Well your room looks nice, Precious."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I don't know why you had to paint it in the first place, but that probably wasn't your idea," Mr. Roberts said, glancing at Seth almost menacingly.

"Actually it was. I wanted a change. I'm not in high school anymore. I didn't any reminders of the past."

"That's probably the best," Mr. Roberts agreed, not taking his off Seth.

"Right," Summer said uncomfortably. "Well, thanks for your help, Seth."

"You kind of tricked me into it, but no problem," Seth replied, backing out of the room slowly.

"Thanks anyway. I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Right," Seth smiled uneasily then darted out of the room.

Seth could hear Summer and her father arguing as he walked down the stairs.

"He's the reason I'm back at all, Daddy."

"What?" Mr. Roberts roared. "You don't need to get involved with him again!"

"I'm not! He got me a job. Well maybe. It's his movie! And I'm not interested in Seth! I could never be interested in him again! I've been over him for a long time and I never intend on going down that road again! Trust me!" Summer argued.

"Good!"

"Great!"

"Dinner will be here in a few minutes," Mr. Roberts said calming down. "I ordered Thai."

"Great," Summer replied calmly.

Seth left the house quickly as he heard Mr. Roberts come down the stairs.

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"That sucks, man." Tim said sympathetically.

"No. It's-it's good. At least now I know things don't have to be awkward, right?"

"I guess you could look at it that way."

"I mean she's not interested in me at all so that eliminates a lot of unnecessary tension."

"And disappoints you," Tim stated.

"No, man. It's a good thing. I'm happy about it," Seth protested.

"No you're not, but keep telling yourself that."

"I am happy about it. I didn't want to worry about whether or not she might still have feelings for me. We have work together. Roger called me and said today that she has the part if she wants. So it's good that we don't have to worry about feelings getting in the way," Seth said, not sounding too convincing.

"Right. Wouldn't want those nasty feelings involved. It'd really suck if you guys got back together," Tim nodded.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. You tell me," Tim grinned.

"Shut up. Stop trying to confuse. This is a good thing. We're done for good. We're working together and it's strictly platonic and business. No feelings just friends and we work together," Seth concluded.

"Sure."

"Shut up, Tim."

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but you're thinking things and you should just stop because you're wrong."

"Ok."

"Shut up."

"Fine."

Seth sighed and buried his face in his hands.

(AN: Finally updated. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about this story. I've just had a rough few weeks. I'm in a play with rehearsals every night. Then Thanksgiving break came and went and I didn't have a computer. Then I've been sick...but now I'm back and I've updated. Finals are next week so don't expect an update until possibly the end of next week...but on the upside, I'll have all of Christmas break to do nothing but write...well and go to NYC for a few days haha...but other than that I'm back to being devoted to this story. Keep on reading and I'll keep on writing. As always, thanks to my faithful readers who put up with me haha. Thanks!)