Cleaning out the past

Chapter 9

Disclaimer- me don't own any of it.

A/N- okay thanks for all the reviews, the reason Oliver is there is a secret, yeah a secret that my sister would kill me if he wasn't in… she's obsessed… and Seth's eyes are in fact brown. I have all these extremely HOT pictures of Adam on my wall and I checked before I wrote it, anyway, if anyone is actually still reading this enjoy!

A/N2- By the way do Summer's parents and step-mom have names?

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It was late afternoon by the time Seth and Summer arrived back in Newport. He pulled up at Summer's house and opened the trunk for her to get her bag.

"Thanks for like coming with me, it was nice to have someone there…" she smiled pulling her bag onto her shoulder.

"Yeah, no problem." Seth replied. He stuck his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth on his heals.

"Well I'll see you at school tomorrow then." Summer sighed not making a move for her house.

"Yeah, I guess I will." He laughed nervously.

"Well, bye" she gave a little wave, still rooted to the spot on the street.

"Hmmm, well I better go." Seth said pointing back at the vehicle.

"Yeah… Want to come inside?" Summer asked pulling at Seth's hand and leading him up to the front door.

Once behind the closed door Summer pushed Seth up against the door and kissed him deeply. Seth let out a small moan, only to have Summer pull back and burst out laughing.

"What the hell was that?" she asked leaning back.

Seth ran a hand through his messy curls and blinked a couple times. "Well that was me showing a sensitive side, not working hmm? I'll just go back to making no noise at all when we make out." He rambled

"Good plan." Summer mouthed before returning to his lips.

"Summer is that you, oh, apparently…" The pair broke apart standing before Summer's father, who was burning a hole in the floor, his cheeks almost on fire.

"Hi daddy…" Summer mumbled before dropping her heavy bag on the hard wood.

"Listen princess, I only came back for a couple suits, and I'm off again to Portugal.

Summer looked down looking a bit bummed. "Oh." Was all she could think of to say.

"Seth, come help me unpack." She brightened pulling him up the stairs.

"Uh, okay." He stuttered tripping on the hall carpet. Inside Summer's room she slammed the door closed and turned the lock.

Seth went and sat down at her desk chair while she opened her bag and began stuffing clothes into a hamper in her closet.

"So, your room is very pink I see…" Seth started.

"Really, did you figure that one out on your own Cohen?" Summer laughed as she slid the pink ice lip-gloss she kept in her purse over her lips.

"So like, was that not totally embarrassing or what?" Summer laughed plopping down on her bed, hugging a pink bear to her chest.

"Sure." Seth said spinning around on the chair. Summer just rolled her eyes and picked up a magazine from her floor.

"Wow, that Orlando Bloom, yummy!" At this remark Seth tried to stop himself from the spinning but ended up toppling onto the floor at Summer's feet looking up at the magazine.

"A little jealous?" Summer smirked tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

Seth looked around quickly thinking of a lame cover story. "Oh me, no, I just wanted to see that hot chick on the cover..." He nervously laughed.

"Ew! You have got to be kidding Hilary Duff is like 10 and prances around like she's super-slut or something, like her little TV show, yeah lets all walk around like ards, and act all lame-o around some guy that can't tie his own shoes." Summer said, obviously disgusted with what Seth said.

"I was talking about the other chick on there." Seth rolled his eyes. Summer quickly flipped the magazine over to see who it was.

"Seriously, Mandy Moore?" She asked with a skeptical look on her face. She chewed the inside of her cheek examining the picture.

"Whatever, no ones as hot as you though Summer." Seth snorted and crawled onto the pink bed spread next to her.

"What are you doing?" Summer asked turning to see Seth fluffing up a pillow.

"Getting comfortable, where's the remote?" He smiled.

Summer reached over him and on to his bedspread and grabbed the remote for the TV.

"Here." She passed it to him and snuggled into his side as he flipped on the tube.

"Oh look! Everwood's on." Summer excitedly said and took the remote back so Seth couldn't take it back.

"Come on, you have to be kidding, this show is like duller than watching me pick lint off my sweater." Seth wined trying to grab the remote.

"So, it's my room, you can go downstairs and talk to my dad if it's that bad." Summer suggested, eyes glued to the screen. "Anyway, I watched X-men with you."

Seth opened his mouth to speak but thought better of telling her that it was X-2 that they watched not X-men.

As the show ended Summer flopped onto her stomach and looked up at Seth who was resting with his eyes closed not quite asleep yet. "Seth." She whispered poking him in the side. He stirred slightly but just rolled onto his other side.

"Seth." Summer repeated, this time slightly louder. He blinked up at her and sat up yawning.

"Wow, I'm tired, I should get home before, well before my parents go crazy because they miss their little boy so much." Seth mumbled.

"I'll walk you down." Summer smiled and took his hand as they descended the stairs.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school." Summer sighed leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah, later." Seth waved and walked down to the parked Range Rover. He slid into his seat and backed out of the four-car driveway. It had been a long drive and Seth was ready to dive under his covers and stay there until his mom woke him up for school.

At the house nobody was home and there was a short messy note from his father taped to the door.

Gone out for dinner, see you later- dad.

"Wow, great penmanship, Dad." Seth muttered pulling the scrap from the door and heading inside.

Upstairs Seth found his way in the dark to his room, plopped his bag down, and then kicked off his pants and crawled into the freshly made bed.

Seth was just beginning to doze when his cordless phone began to ring on his bedside table. He groaned and rolled over and in the dark pressed the talk button.

"Hello?" He answered groggily.

"Hey Seth, just making sure you got back safely." Sandy Cohen's voice rang out, he was obviously on his cell and was talking a little too loud for Seth's liking.

"Yeah, I'm back, I was just going to sleep." Seth wined rolling onto his stomach and closing his eyes.

"Oh, all right then, have a good sleep, we'll be back a little later, see you son." Sandy spoke. Seth mumbled a short goodbye before hanging up and throwing the phone to the floor. His head was heavy and he lay back into the pillow and slipped into a dream-filled sleep.