Note: Okay, some people really seem to like this so I'll put this one up. I'm going to probably write two or maybe three more after this, but they could take a while. Haha, I guess for me that means 2 days instead of one. I'm fast, what can I say? You wait for the writer's block to come...This is The Homecoming, I hope you like it. As always, read and review. I love my review emails. Peace and love...

Impatiently, she tapped her foot waiting for the door to open. Luckily, she got who she was hoping for and Seth opened the door.

"Summer! Uh, uh, hi. What are you..." He glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice. "What are you doing here?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Trying to have Thanksgiving." Seth was peeking over his shoulder again and she just kept talking. "I was supposed to meet Marissa at her house."

Seth was barely looking at her, staring behind his shoulder. It pissed her off but she tried to swallow it. "Yeah?"

"Because there was no chance I was eating with my step-mom. Why does she need tryptophan? She's on Valium!"

Seth finally gave her his attention and shrugged. "Uh, yeah, well, some of the Coopers are here, but I-I don't know where Marissa is."

She sighed in relief that he was finally looking at her, it had taken forever to look perfectly pissed off, but still cute. And from the way he was looking at her, she could tell it had been worth it. And the pants were totally cute. "Well, while I'm here, uh, maybe we should talk."

Now he wasn't going to look anywhere else. "Yes, what should we talk about?"

"About what didn't happen on the yacht."

"Oh." He almost blushed. Adorable.

"So, are you going to invite me in?"

"Uh, yeah, you know what? Why don't we discuss this in the pool house? Cause...that's gonna work for me. Also, let's go around the front because we got these new gardenias on the lawn and I think you might be impressed by them. Let me show you." He awkwardly closed the door behind him and ushered her to the gorgeous pool house on the other side of the pool from where she had kissed him.

She opened the door and surveyed the house quickly, a large bed in the center and a gorgeous color on the walls. He was still babbling about something. "Huh. It's weird, cause, cause they said the gardenias should be up by, like, Thanksgiving."

She remembered his hand on her skin and pulled her purse off her shoulder and pushed him against the wall. She put her hands on his face again, but this time he wasted no time finding her waist with both his hands and no stupid can of Mountain Dew to stop him. She kissed him hard and firmly. This was the closest she had ever been to him, against him, and she let her hand fall to his chest. He dipped his head and she followed. She slipped her tongue back into his mouth and he decided pulled back.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I just can't help it. And I certainly can't explain it. You didn't tell anyone?"

He started mumbling and she knew he had told at most one person. Probably Ryan. But she didn't care. And he looked at her with the understanding that she knew.

"Uh no. Of course not."

"Cause I'll kill you."

"Oh no, I believe you."

Her head was spinning and she couldn't believe this was happening. She had thought about it all last night and it was happening again. Right then. She kissed him again before she could think any harder. She got even closer to him if that was possible and she could feel him exhale into her mouth. She kissed him harder and had found his face with her hands again when he pulled back away.

"Could you do me a favor and just wait one second because I have some green beans that I really need to go check on."

She shook her head. "You're passing me up for beans?"

He laughed and quickly shook his head. "No."

She kissed him again and he kissed her back just as hard. He circled her waist with his hands and she was the one to moan into his mouth. He kissed her harder and she knew that the same thoughts were going through his mind. How far could this go? He leaned slowly off of the wall and she wrapped her arm around his neck.

"Summer. Look, I'm really sorry to do this again...really sorry. But I really have to go check on something or I'm sure the house will burn down."

"Fine. I'll be here."

"Okay." His voice cracked and she smiled up at him. He kissed her quickly and almost ran out of the pool house. She grinned to herself and let out her sharp breaths. She sat down on the light yellow comforter. She tried to understand what had happened but she knew if she thought about it she'd run away. So she just sat there for what seemed like forever.

Clearly out of breath, Seth came back into the pool house. He tried to get his breath down, but it wasn't going very well. Summer grinned up at him from the bed. He inhaled and smiled back at her. Very shyly. She loved it.

"Hey, Cohen."

"H-Hi. Um, sorry about that I had to-to tell my mom something because I, uh, I know where Marissa..."

"Cohen. I don't care about your mother or Marissa."

She stood up and strode over to him coyly. He grinned at her and kissed her again. His hands found her hips and she wrapped hers around his neck. He was wearing some sweater that he really shouldn't have been wearing and so she slipped her hands up the back of it and pulled it over his head. She backed him up and they fell down on the bed together. He cupped her waist in his hands and she nearly laughed at how scared he was. She knew he was scared, that's why his hands were so firmly on her waist and refused to go lower. She brought her hands up to his much better navy blue dress shirt and started to force the buttons off.

"What is up with this shirt, Cohen? Is it, like, childproof?"

Suddenly, more confident that she actually wanted to do this, with him no less, he grinned at her and carefully with a firm grip on her back turned her over.

"Well...why don't you let me do it?"

He had actually gotten on top of her and she did laugh.

"Way to take charge, Cohen."

He laughed too and unbuttoned the shirt. He had his hands on the bed, trying to prop himself above her, but she pulled his hand back and let him fall against her as she kissed him. She was letting him do whatever he wanted, and somehow he was getting a little surer of himself. He pulled away from her lips and looked at her. She giggled.

"What? Do I have lipstick on my mouth?"

He was looking at her so carefully but shook his head.

"No, uh...no."

He kissed her again and she bent her knees. She knew her shirt was riding up and he could feel the heat coming off her bare stomach. But he just kissed her harder. Softly he pulled back away from her. She let her smile slowly fall off her face and she laughed again, letting him laugh with her.

"What?"

He thought about what to say for a second. She smiled at him, trying to make him feel comfortable.

"This is happening."

He kissed her again but she didn't close her eyes and turn herself over to him again. He kissed her gentler, but she pushed against his chest with her hand.

"Wait. What do you-what do you mean this is happening?"

He shrugged and tried to kiss her again.

"N-n-n-n-n-no. Cohen!"

She pushed harder and he fell off the bed and turned slowly.

"You know what? This can't be happening." She scrunched her eyebrows and shook her head. She saw his eyes flick down to her shirt which, since she was bending over and it was already really low cut, was showing her bra, but his eyes flew back up to her face.

"Yes it can, come on, it just was. I was just expressing awe and delight which will now be replaced with a severe bruise on my ass."

Summer shook her head and let the hair she had perfected toss around her shoulders. "I need to think. Or something. I'm feeling a little light-headed. Can we go inside?"

Seth quickly got onto his knees and started buttoning his shirt again. "No, actually, um...I think that it's best then if I go inside because I'm the host and I-I bring food to you because you're the guest and I really think that's the most polite thing to do. Also, you probably don't want to go in there right now cause my mom's cooking and that's something that nobody should witness. And plus, my dad, he's wearing an apron, so that also falls into the same category." Her face fell a little bit and she felt like a whore again. He didn't want people to see her, but he wanted to be able to do what he wanted with her. "And my grandpa's talking about politics in there. Nobody likes politics." He pulled that hideous sweater over his rebuttoned shirt. "Not when he talks about it. And it's very tense, and you don't want to get all tensed out right now. So stay here where the relaxation is. I'll be right back." He did run out and she sighed to herself and looked down at the shirt that now seemed completely slutty.

He was gone and she was left to look at herself. She really did look like a slut. And he only wanted her for a little fun. He was probably thinking about that Tinkerbell the whole time. She was the kind of girl he could go out with; Summer was the kind of girl he could make out with and maybe a little more. She wasn't an Anna. But she could be. She could be sweet to him; she just needed to know he was hers. And only hers. And since she knew that she had given him the first for lots of things, maybe one more wouldn't be so bad. Even if it was her first too. She found a book on the side of the bed and picked it up. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. She leafed through it, a little taken back at the obvious comic book cover, but sat on the bed, flipping through the pages. She wasn't stupid. She could prove it to him.

Fifteen pages in, she heard someone in the kitchen of the gorgeous pool house. She sighed and stood up. She nervously played with the cuff of her shirt and put on a smile.

"Back so soon? Cause I was just..." She gasped. It wasn't Seth. He was older, Seth's father. What was his name? Her step-mom would always gossip about how Kirsten Nichol married...something Cohen. "Ew! Uh, uh, I mean, not ew. You're very attractive." He was just staring at her, obviously a little shocked that she was there and a little amused at her babbling. She caught her mistake. "For a dad! Distinguished! I, uh...oh my god." She ran away out the back door of the pool house and shook her head as she fell against the door.

She stayed there; completely embarrassed that she was flirting with Seth's dad. Sandy! That was it. Sandy Cohen. She was going to talk to Seth and let him know that she wasn't just some easy girl in the pool house. She could be an Anna. But she heard a beep and jogged over to the main house. Smoke alarm. She took it as an excuse and strolled into the house.

"I thought I heard a smoke alarm."

"Summer?" That little Tinkerbell was staring at her.

"Anna?" She murmured. Seth was in the middle of the two of them and she was suddenly really mad at him. He couldn't even wait. He couldn't even let her have him for one day.

"Seth?" She cheesily chanted his name in unison with that Pittsburgh bitch. That perfect Pittsburgh bitch.

"Holy awkward." Seth wouldn't look at either of them and Summer shook her head for what must've been the tenth time that day. "Uh, this is weird but I wanna explain everything to you guys and..."

"I kissed you!" The Tinkerbell girl looked like she could punch him. And the fact that he had in fact kissed her hurt, but it was what Summer expected.

"I know." Seth shook his head.

"I kissed you." Summer murmured so she thought no one could hear, but everyone did. That bitch even found it in her to whisper "ew." That was her word.

"Also true."

Caleb Nichol laughed to himself and crossed his arms. The Caleb Nichol knew her first as some whore his grandson made out with in the pool house.

"I always knew you were a late bloomer, sweetie." Kirsten Cohen, the perfect Kirsten Cohen murmured.

"Thanks, Mom." Anna turned to storm out of the kitchen. Summer really wanted her to go.  "Anna, will you not go, please?"

She felt the anger come back up. "Oh, you don't want her to go?"

He turned to her and slightly shrugged. "No."

"No?"

"I mean, yes. I mean, yes."

"That's it." She stole Summer's storm and pushed out of the kitchen. She started walking to follow her. She tried to be as snide as possible.

"Nice."

"Okay, that was awkward with her here. Now finally she's gone, let me tell you something. Summer...I have a disease..." He followed her out of the room. Not Anna. That felt kind of good.