*OK, this is a rather short, but important chapter. Thanks again for
reading.*
Summer bolted up when she heard the door open. Damn, she had forgotten to
lock it back.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's me...uh Seth Cohen. Sorry, I thought no one would be here," he said,
starting to close the door.
"No Seth. It's just me," she said.
"Summer?"
"Yeah...you don't have to go."
"I think I have to go check on..."
"No, you do not need to go check on Ryan. Stay here."
"I..."
"I REALLY think we need to have a TALK!" she said forcefully.
"Well, why would you think that?" he asked.
"Just SIT down!" she said, slapping her hand on the couch cushion beside her.
"Fine," he said, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch.
They sat in silence for a few seconds.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked.
"You go."
"I don't know what in the hell we are supposed to be talking about in the first
place!"
"Come on! Don't play the blonde card. You know that you have totally been
ignoring me! Ever since we got back from Tijuana."
"I have not!" he protested.
She shot him a death glare, one that all women are able to do particularly well.
"Fine, Fine. I have been," he admitted.
"Why?"
"Well," he said reluctantly, "It's all part ofmyfivestepplan."
"What in the...?"
"It's all part of the Five Step plan I created to get over you with."
"You needed a Five Step plan?"
"Yes," he admitted huffily, "And it was working quite well until you invited me
to this party."
"What were the steps?" she asked, still hinged on his previous admission.
"Step One- Take out all of my anger on my punching bag. Step Two- Stop all
talk of you. That includes sign language. Step Three- Stop visiting any places that I
could possibly be with you alone or could be without the company of Ryan/Marissa. Step
Four- Cease all thoughts of you."
"So, how's it working out?"
"Fine, until, like I said, you invited me to this God-forsaken party."
"What's wrong with my party?" she asked, offeneded.
"Nothing...nothing. By the way, what is this place?"
"My um old playhouse."
'It seems nice. Do you ever come in here anymore...I mean, besides now?"
"Actually, I come in here...a lot/ You and I are the only people who know about
it to my knowledge, as of now."
"Really?"
"Well, my mom, but..."
"Oh."
"Yeah," she said, getting up and standing by the window.
"Do you wanna...?" he asked.
"No, I've cried about it enough to Marissa and my therapist. Besides, it has been
seven years."
"OK," he replied, and then the room was engulfed in silence, After a minute,
Seth got up and stood beside Summer.
"Seth?" she asked quietly.
"Hmmmhm?"
"You only told me four steps. What was the fifth?"
"Step Five- To prove to myself that I was completely and totally over you."
"And how were you going to do that?" she asked.
"Like this," he said.
"Like wha...?"
Seth, softly pulling her to him and kissing her gently on the lips, cut her off.
*OK, there you go..review! They finally kissed.yeehaww! About time if you ask
me! Thanks for reading!"
Summer bolted up when she heard the door open. Damn, she had forgotten to
lock it back.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's me...uh Seth Cohen. Sorry, I thought no one would be here," he said,
starting to close the door.
"No Seth. It's just me," she said.
"Summer?"
"Yeah...you don't have to go."
"I think I have to go check on..."
"No, you do not need to go check on Ryan. Stay here."
"I..."
"I REALLY think we need to have a TALK!" she said forcefully.
"Well, why would you think that?" he asked.
"Just SIT down!" she said, slapping her hand on the couch cushion beside her.
"Fine," he said, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch.
They sat in silence for a few seconds.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked.
"You go."
"I don't know what in the hell we are supposed to be talking about in the first
place!"
"Come on! Don't play the blonde card. You know that you have totally been
ignoring me! Ever since we got back from Tijuana."
"I have not!" he protested.
She shot him a death glare, one that all women are able to do particularly well.
"Fine, Fine. I have been," he admitted.
"Why?"
"Well," he said reluctantly, "It's all part ofmyfivestepplan."
"What in the...?"
"It's all part of the Five Step plan I created to get over you with."
"You needed a Five Step plan?"
"Yes," he admitted huffily, "And it was working quite well until you invited me
to this party."
"What were the steps?" she asked, still hinged on his previous admission.
"Step One- Take out all of my anger on my punching bag. Step Two- Stop all
talk of you. That includes sign language. Step Three- Stop visiting any places that I
could possibly be with you alone or could be without the company of Ryan/Marissa. Step
Four- Cease all thoughts of you."
"So, how's it working out?"
"Fine, until, like I said, you invited me to this God-forsaken party."
"What's wrong with my party?" she asked, offeneded.
"Nothing...nothing. By the way, what is this place?"
"My um old playhouse."
'It seems nice. Do you ever come in here anymore...I mean, besides now?"
"Actually, I come in here...a lot/ You and I are the only people who know about
it to my knowledge, as of now."
"Really?"
"Well, my mom, but..."
"Oh."
"Yeah," she said, getting up and standing by the window.
"Do you wanna...?" he asked.
"No, I've cried about it enough to Marissa and my therapist. Besides, it has been
seven years."
"OK," he replied, and then the room was engulfed in silence, After a minute,
Seth got up and stood beside Summer.
"Seth?" she asked quietly.
"Hmmmhm?"
"You only told me four steps. What was the fifth?"
"Step Five- To prove to myself that I was completely and totally over you."
"And how were you going to do that?" she asked.
"Like this," he said.
"Like wha...?"
Seth, softly pulling her to him and kissing her gently on the lips, cut her off.
*OK, there you go..review! They finally kissed.yeehaww! About time if you ask
me! Thanks for reading!"
