Oops. Sorry about my retarded spelling (I used spell check- but it didn't pick up the wrong word, since it was spelled right)
This Chapter is a little shorter- but I needed to get this one out….
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Summer knew Seth was coming. How she knew, she couldn't explain. She just had one of those feelings. One of those knot-in-the-gut-can't-get-up-but-can't-sit-either feelings.
It was the type of feeling she always go when she was around Seth.
Marissa had fallen asleep watching the movie. So Summer covered her up with a blanket, and then walked to the other living room. She saw Seth skate up her driveway. She watched him get off his skateboard, and walk up to her front door.
She was just waiting for the doorbell to ring.
It didn't.
Summer ran over to the door, and peeked out the peephole. Seth was standing there. He was hesitating. Finally Summer whipped open the door.
"Hi Summer," Seth began, a little surprised, "How'd you…? I mean… What's going on?" Seth asked, scratching his head. His hair was soaked, so instead of curls, he had a mass of straight hair.
Summer looked at him, for just a minute, before running out to him, and throwing her arms around him. Seth, a little surprised, hugged her right back. He didn't want to let her go, but she was getting as wet as he was.
'Seth came here!' Summer thought to herself, as she smiled.
"Seth, do you want to go inside to get out of this rain?" Summer asked, moving so she could see his eyes. Those wonderful eyes that she has missed for the past week.
"Yeah, that would be nice" Seth said, shivering.
Summer led Seth into the house. She ran to the laundry room, and grabbed a clean towel. Running back to the foyer, she saw Marissa still sleeping on the couch in the living room. She smiled, as she ran back to Seth.
"Here," She said, breathless, "You need to dry off."
"Thanks." Seth said, taking the towel.
Summer knew why Seth had come. She didn't need to ask, and he didn't need to tell her. Even though they would end up talking about it, it wasn't needed.
Seth wouldn't have come if he didn't still want to be with Summer.
Seth set the towel down, and looked at Summer. She was sitting on the stairs, just watching him.
"Summer, can we talk?" He asked, sitting next to her.
"Yes. We can." Summer said, looking into his eyes.
"Ok. I know you say you've 'screwed up,' but I don't care. I don't care if you were scared, I don't care if you were worried. I just want you to know that I still care about you too. And if you are ever doubting us, or if you need anything, please come to me." Seth looked at Summer, as a smile spread onto her face.
"Does this mean…?"
"Yes." Seth smiled, as he leaned over
and kissed her. It was a good
kiss. Seth forgot about being wet and
cold. Summer forgot that she had a
friend in the other room. It was just
Seth and Summer. The whole room around
them dissolved, nothing else mattered.
They were back together, and that is all that they cared about.
"Hey guys" Marissa called out. She had an unnatural happiness in her voice. The kiss broke,
"Hey Marissa." Seth said, blushing. Summer started to laugh.
"So, everything is good in the land of you two?" Marissa asked, smiling.
Seth and Summer both nodded. Marissa smiled again.
"That's great! But, I do have to get going. Unfortunately, my dad is making me have dinner with my mom tonight," Marissa made a face, "Seth, do you need a ride home? Or do you want to stay here for awhile?"
"Well, I was supposed to be home a few hours ago, so I would love a ride home. Then I wouldn't have to skate in the rain!" Seth said, as he got off the staircase.
"Call me later Seth." Summer said, giving him a quick kiss.
"Of course I will. And, I will see you tomorrow." Seth said, winking at Summer.
Seth and Marissa ran out to her car. They drove to Seth's home, and Marissa's old house in almost complete silence, except for a few comments from Marissa about how happy she is that her friends are back together.
Seth walked into his unusually dark house. Ryan walked past him, sandwich in hand.
"Good luck man." Ryan said, taking a bite of his sandwich, and walking to the living room.
"Good luck? What's that about?" Seth said out loud, as he walked to the kitchen. His stomach was growling loudly, so he knew he needed to calm it. "What the hell?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.
There, sitting at his kitchen table, was Anna.
To be continued….