Author's Note: Okay, this is getting a little side tracked from what I wanted to do originally because I made it all longer. It was going to be three parts, but I kept going, so, we need a good way to end this. Then, I wanted to put in The Rivals scene because that made me cry so hard but that would be side tracking even more from my original idea. So, we ended up here. The Telenovella. Skipped The Heartbreak because I think they told us all we really need to know about that whole episode. It was all explained. So, sorry about the huge jump. Oh, and I lied. Two more after this one. Then, I promise, that's it. Read, review, and all that jazz. Sorry, band performed that song at my school and so, yeah. It's in my head. But yeah, done babbling. Peace and love...

"This guy bothering you, Summer?"

"No, it's okay, thanks."

"Yeah, thanks."

Seth basically glared at Brad and Summer sunk her head into her hands. This was so ridiculous and out of hand and it was only high school. It was supposed to be easy. It had been easy. Seth had been the perfect guy, and now he had to go and ruin it all. It wasn't fair. She wanted to be with him, but he wasn't making it easy. At all.

"Cohen. You're making a scene."

"I need to talk to you."

He was being so goddamn stubborn and she didn't need it. She bit her lip hard enough to almost make it bleed and glared at him the best she could.

"I'll IM you later."

"Okay. Okay."

He attempted to hop onto the cart, but he didn't make it. Almost. It was like he was trying to embarrass her. He was trying to make her cringe and turn away because he got a laugh out of it or something. She wasn't mad, but she was pretty damn close.

"Why don't we talk up here?"

"Oh my god. No."

She tried to cover her eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. Or it was some kind of joke, but she sure as hell wasn't laughing. Everyone was staring at her and at the guy who sang (he actually sang) in the fifth grade talent show. Elton John. Always A Woman, another memory that was necessary to forget.

"Summer, I know you're scared."

"Yeah. Of you."

"You'll kiss all these other guys, but you won't kiss me? Acknowledge me now or lose me forever."

Cheesiest line in the world. The problem was, he could make her fall for all of them. Because whenever he said them, they weren't lines. Like the other night. He was romantic and sweet and perfect. Then he had to do something like this.

"You're dating this emo geek?"

The stupid jock with a surfer haircut in an Abercrombie sweatshirt was shocked. She didn't even care about the fact that he had practically asked her to let him into her pants ten minutes ago. She had pretty much forgotten he had existed. Seth was looking at her with big eyes and seemed as bored with Brad as she was.

"Yes, Brad, she's dating this emo geek." Holy sh... "That's right, I'm a big dork and I listen to emo. And I'm dating her."

She shook her head and bit her lip again. She exhaled and tried to not yell at him. She looked up and saw his eyes staring back at her. He looked horrified. He wasn't half as confident as he sounded. He was terrified she was going to deny it all. Say he was lying.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because, Summer. I like you. This much. And if you don't feel the same way, then..." He looked like he was going to throw up. His forehead was completely sweaty and his lips were as bitten as hers were. "Someone's going to have to help me down because it's high up here, and I could fall, and that would be embarrassing. More embarrassing."

She wasn't mad. She couldn't be mad. She wanted to be, but his eyes were so trusting, begging her to actually notice him. She glanced at the football players and the cheerleaders and they were all looking at her. Except for the ones that were looking at Seth. She sighed; she didn't want to hurt him. But those people would be the same ones that laughed and scorned her when he dumped her. She looked back up, and saw him glancing at the same people she had been staring at. He was terrified. But his hand was out and slightly shaking. She had to do something.

She looked back up at him and moved to run away. But, he was still there, scared shitless, but letting her make the decision. She could do anything. Leave him hopeless; give up everything she had built. He wasn't going to be running away no matter which one she chose. He was hers. She touched her hand to his and held on tight. He nearly smiled and seemed to calm down. But she felt his hand and it was still shaking. He helped her up on top of the cart with him and smiled at her with those perfect dark brown eyes.

She peeked back at the people surrounding them, and they seemed to understand. The girls were swooning. This was so cheesy and strange and, surprisingly, the safest she had ever felt.

"I can't believe this."

He grinned and she seemed to forget the other people. They didn't matter. She had told him something under her words and he had heard it. And he seemed to understand. This was a bigger deal than anyone in the room could understand except for the two of them. His voice was coarse and he nearly whispered to her.

"It's all over but the big, public make out session."

She grinned back at him and held his arm as she kissed him. They were both smiling, and she was sure she could fall any second, but it was smooth and completely not as awkward as it could've been. Because she was supposed to be kissing him. She slipped away from him and couldn't stop smiling.

"That'll be ten bucks, Cohen."

"It's for a worthy cause."

He seemed so perfect. Like he didn't think about what he was saying because it was completely how he felt. Like he never had anything to lose. And it was reassuring. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him close, and his imitation confidence seemed to catch. They could do this; they really could do this.