Chapter Three: After all you put me through...

Disclaimer It's not mine. I bow to Fox for owning the OC.

Author's Note: This chapter is for Tally McKee, emrie and the rest of all the talented OC fanfiction writers. I'm reading the majority of the fic here, and loving it all. I especially recommend the stories The Freshman Woes and Chambers of the Sea.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Summer stood hesitantly in front of the large front door. 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'maybe he got remarried? Maybe, like, Erica has an evil stepmom who's addicted to Xanax?'

Summer closed her eyes and took two deep breathes, just like her therapist told her to do. 'Calm down,' she reminded herself. 'It's just Seth.'

She brought her finger slowly up to the doorbell, and pressed it hard. She bit her lip, hoping Seth was home alone.


Seth had just finished reading through Mr. Robert's obituary when he heard the doorbell ring. Standing up to answer it, he wondered who it could be. Marissa and Erica were out shopping, Luke was in Milan, Dad was at work, Mom was at work...

He opened the door, not quite prepared for who was behind it. Sure, he had been thinking about her for the last half-hour, but that didn't mean he was ready to face her.


"Seth," Summer said quietly. He looked at her, shocked.

They stood there in silence for what seemed like hours until Seth grinned at her. Summer instantly knew it was the kind of fake grin he gave when he was pretending to find a joke was funny or when she caught him making out with Anna, that Pittsburgh bitch from high school.


"Well, well, well, if it isn't the one and only Summer Roberts. Welcome to my humble adobe. Please watch your step." He was acting like some deranged talk show host, pretending to actually care who the father of the 9 year old prostitute's baby was. It was okay with her, she didn't think she was quite ready for his real thoughts on her being in his house, the one she had picked out for them to live happily ever after in. Somehow she didn't think it would be like her fantasized version, where he swept her up in his arms and they made love under a waterfall. Summer doubted there were any waterfalls in Newport Beach.


She followed him through the foyer and into the living room, nervously adjusting her purse strap. He stopped, suddenly, and turned around. "Oh, my condolences on your father's death." His words hit her like stone, and realization suddenly set in. Her Father was dead. She would never, ever see him again. He'd never make that stupid joke about rage blackouts, never again tell her they were a result of her not wanting to face reality. But, suddenly, she realized the meaning of that. It wasn't another of his oh so funny jokes. It was true.

She sat down on the couch, burying her head in a pillow.

Seth spoke. Not in his psycho Jerry Springer imitation, but in his normal, dorky Jew boy voice. "Su-Summer? Are you okay?"

She looked up, quickly. Tears were cascading down her face, as was her makeup. "He's dead."

"Er? Yes. Yes, he is."

"I'm never going to see him again! Ever!"

"Well…you'll see him tomorrow? At the thing where he lies out in the coffin?"

"The wake? But that won't be him. That'll be some dead body in a suit."

"That'll be your father, Summer. "

"No! Because my father? He's gone. He's never coming back. I mean, he wasn't exactly my favorite person, but…"

"He was your father."

"Yeah."

"So I guess now you know how I felt."

"What?!?"

"Oh, except for the favorite person part," he added hastily. "You were always my favorite person." He put an extra emphasis on favorite.

"No way. Ryan was always your favorite."

"Well, yeah, I mean…"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Cut the crap, Cohen. What's going on?"

The open front door slammed, and they both stood up in shock. Marissa's voice resounded through the house. "Seth? She forgot her pink purse, do you know where it is?"

"Oh my god. Are you two…" Summer gestured in her hands.

Seth didn't get a chance to answer, before Marissa walked into the massive room.

Her eyes widened, "Summer?!"

"Yes!" Summer replied excitedly. She rushed over to her and they hugged.

Pulling away, Marissa held her at arms length. "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's you!"

"Yeeees. It is her." Seth felt a little left out. Why hadn't Summer hugged him? Must be some girly ritual, like sleepovers.

Smaller footsteps padded the carpet, as Erica entered the room. "Where's my-" She stopped speaking as her eyes met with Summer's. Erica placed her hands on her hips. "Who are you?"

Summer bit her lip. That was an answer she wasn't quite sure of. Mother? Ex-wife? Marissa and Seth and Ryan's best friend?

Marissa noted Seth and Summer's uncomfortableness and chose to answer for them. "Erica, meet your Mom, Summer Roberts."