Takes place after "the secret"
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Everything was upside down and backwards. I never thought my life would end up this way. I never thought any of our lives would turn out his way. After Luke's family problems were exposed, everything got messed up. Marissa dumped me, and went back to Luke.
Seth had his women. Well, 'had' is the appropriate term. He had chosen between them, as it was inevitable that he would.
But no one had expected his decision.
Anna was wonderful, just like him. She had the whole I –like-comics-I-hate-the-preppy-kids attitude. Everyone thought they meshed well together. Everyone but Summer. Obviously, she wasn't about to be happy with another girl wanting HER man. So she tried everything she could to get Seth to pick her.
But it didn't work.
Seth chose Anna.
Yes, I agree- bad choice. But it was good for me.
You see, while Seth was spending all his time with Anna, I was spending all my time with Summer.
Even though we made fun of each other all the time, and she thought I was some punk from Chino, we got along very well.
I think I may have fallen in love with her.
But I couldn't tell her. That's not something she needs to know.
All Summer needs to know is that we are friends. And to her, that's all we are ever going to be. Unfortunately.
I wish I could tell Summer how I feel, but I know she won't do anything about it, because of Marissa, and Seth.
But, oh, I wish she would. I wish she would grab me, and kiss me, and tell me she wants me too.
But I can't tell her that. I can't tell anyone that. Those feelings are hidden deeply in me, where they will stay.
Hopefully.
You know when you feel like something is missing? Like there is a slight void in your life? Summer fills that for me. She fills my void.
Summer is perfect for me. She finishes my sentences for me, she makes me dinner, she brings me pop without me even asking. She knows exactly what I want, and how to make me feel better. She is my missing piece. All I need is her to finish me.
But she doesn't know I feel this way. She doesn't know any of this.
But I wish I could tell her. I wish I could let her know exactly how I feel, and that I want her here with me, always.
But she doesn't want to know. I know she doesn't.
So, I just keep my feelings inside, and hope that she won't figure anything out.
But I almost wish she would. Because maybe, just maybe, there's a spark of interest in her too. And she wants me too.
Maybe…