Note: Okay, so this, my first fan fic, is over. It's sad, but true. I guess in truth this was a fluff piece, but sometimes during hiatus or summer whatev, we need fluff to keep going. I hope you liked reading it, and congratulations to you on making it to the end. None of it belongs to me, not The Girlfriend, The Perfect Couple, The Homecoming, The Best Chrismukkah, The Telenovella, The Goodbye Girl, or The Proposal. And the song "Kiss Me" which has been providing your lovely chapter titles isn't mine either. That's Sixpence None the Richer's, but I'm too lazy to look up who wrote it. Thanks for reading, and give me a review salute. Peace, love, n kisses... (ha cheesy line to end with)

"I love yearbooks!"

"Okay, well, let's put it away because we have a lot of work to...'

He reached over and touched the top of it, when she yanked it away. He was being so boring.

"No. Stop."

He rolled his eyes and sat next to her. Seth was being irritable for no reason. Ridiculous.

"Okay."

Summer flipped the pages, smiling and awing and how cute everyone was. Holly dancing at some formal; Tamara kissing one of her boyfriends in the hall; Brad thrusting his thumbs up with a silly grin on his face. Then there were the clubs. Soccer, water polo...

"Hey! It's you."

She brushed her hair away and tried to get a better look at the picture. Seth was holding a model sailboat, alone, with "Sailing Team" in big block letters.

"We had a sailing team?"

"Uh, yeah, it never really got off the ground, though."

Summer frowned momentarily but looked back to the book. There was another photograph of Seth, alone again, holding a few comic books.

"You were in the comic book club?"

"Yes, I was the president and only member."

She glanced up at him, flashed a quick smile, and looked back down, trying to hide her guilt. She had no idea that anyone liked sailing, anything but a yacht, comic books, or...film preservation? Whatever that was. She didn't know anyone had any interest in any of it last year. She hadn't even remembered who Seth Cohen was, besides Coop's next door neighbor. He spent a long time alone, and she should've...known or something.

"We had a film preservation society."

Her voice was dropping.

"Let's not, let's not...it's not fun."

He wouldn't look at her. Because he knew she was feeling bad for him and it wasn't necessary. She didn't have to...feel bad for him. He was fine. Summer's face fell and she murmured in his ear.

"Was I really mean to you?"

She already thought she knew the answer. She might've not remembered any Film Preservation Society or that Caleb Nichol's grandson was a part of it, but she did remember brushing him off at Cotillion. And refusing to speak to him at Holly's party. When he was trying to...flirt with her?

"No. That would've required you to speak me. For anyone to speak to me."

Her heart dropped farther. She had refused to acknowledge his existence. And she knew it. She could blame the fact that she never really got to know him, but that was her fault, right? She didn't want to speak to the Seth Cohens of Harbor. Even if now she knew that Seth Cohen was one of the most beautiful, sweet, amazing people in her school. And more real.

"A lot's changed in a year, huh?"

He softly nodded and she smiled before turning back to the yearbook. She barely nudged him and read in a voice that was more than a whisper.

"Hey. Marissa, you're the greatest. This summer's going to rock! Love forever, Luke."

Seth grinned. "Yup. A lot's different. Marissa's going to need a whole lot of feng shui."

Summer smiled. Carefully, she leaned over and kissed his lips. She had been waiting for an opportunity to kiss him again, to make her feel better, or to make him feel better. Whatev, it was a good kiss. The days were getting warmer and so his hair was starting to frizz, but it was still just as soft. And he was just as amazing as in September when she first let herself kiss him. More, probably. And it hurt that this time last year, she was probably thinking about one of those Abercrombie guys who really didn't care about her, when the only guy that really did was shoved to the side. But this summer was going to be different. She was going to show him the best time. Because he deserved it after all this crap they both went through. He really deserved it. And she did too.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
Oh take me back to the start

The Scientist written by Chris Martin (hey I needed some way to end it, right?)