Disclaimer: I don't own the OC. The wonderful people at fox do. All I own is this shirt on my back and my underwear....wait...no I don't own that either. Damn

It has been 3 days. 3 Long arduous days and no word from Seth. Nothing. No "haha Kidding, I don't really love you." Nothing. The silence was worse than anything. Her emotions over the last 3 days ranged from happy to anticipatory to anxious to rage to desperate to worried and right back to rage where she has been stuck on for the last day and a half. Summer Felt like a complete ass. God, How could she have thought that he loved her? Didn't she mean anything to him? You can't just tell someone you love them and never call them back right? Love stinks, summer thought. Well, at least now she knows where she stands...absolutely fucking nowhere. At least with Polo jocks, there are no complications..what you see is what you get and it aint much.

Ahh Screw Seth Cohen and his crazy fish sex and pathetic horse is what summer told herself to ward off a rage blackout.

But in the night, when stars were bright and the moonlight casts shadows on her walls, summer felt a pain in her heart that ran so deep, she feared going to sleep. Feared it might swallow her up this time for real. It was as though her mother had left her all over agin. They always leave. First her mother, now Seth.

Summer was sitting at her desk in her room checking her emails. She had not done that in a while and had like a million emails to go through. Not that she was particularly interested in any of them, but it was something to take her mind off the present.

Summer heard her phone rang and reached to pick it up. She figured it was Marissa calling to tell her how her lunch with Ryan went. Well at least she was not lying when she told Marissa that things would work out for her. She sighed and put on her cheery "I am not really dying inside" voice.

"Hey Coop. So how'd it go?" Her face was beginning to hurt from holding her plastic smile in place.

"Summer..."

Summer sucked a quick breath in.

It was Seth

On the phone.

Summer Felt a rage blackout coming on.

"What do you want Cohen?" She asked in her Bitchiest summer voice.

Silence

"Nice Cohen. The Darth Vader route is really not the best route to take right now."

Silence.

"Fuck you, I am so over you." 3 Days and he had the nerve to give her the silent treatment, summer thought.

She was about to hang up the phone when she heard a small sigh "Summer, don't hang up. I am sorry, I got scared. This not something I want to do over the phone." Seth said quietly.

"That makes two of us. Goodbye Cohen." Summer said bitterly.

"No! Wait! Come and see me!" Seth said desperately.

Summer's palm was sweating. Man she could really use a non virgin pina colada right about now.

"What? So you can dump me in person?

"What Dump you? NO. Summer look..."

"No you look Cohen, why the hell would I come to see you wherever you are? Why should I do that when you left me, then called me and told me you loved me, then screw me over and pretend I did not exist for the last three days? Why the hell should I?" Her whole body was shaking. So many pent up emotions in that tiny little body was not good, and even Seth had enough sense to realize that.

"Because I am suffocating without you too. I need you to be here with me. I am a complete mess and I would give anything to taste your mango lip gloss right now, or to smell your neck and kiss that tiny little pulse and the base of your neck. I don't want to do this alone."

Summer just broke down. How can he do that? How can Seth Cohen open her up like this?

"Oh Seth, you didn't call me for 3 days." Summer said through sobs.

"I know. I know sweetie. I am so sorry. I was kinda sailing, trying to get to my destination. Plus, I did not know what to say after um, y'know....Just please come."

"Come home Seth please." summer whimpered.

"I am not ready to come back yet. Please just come....(Seth sighs sadly) if you don't want to come I can understand that, but for the record, I meant what I said the other night."

Summer smiled over the phone. She wanted so badly to tell him she loved him, but that would just make him go away. She loved her mom more than anything and she left right?

"Where are you?"

"Tahiti"

"Tahiti?! What the hell? Why?

"Long story. There was a conversation with Ryan, and then there was a map, and the wind was right and well, here I am in Tahiti, and I want you to come."

"I dunno Seth, your parents are really worried. Everyone is worried."

Summer had spoken to Seth's parent several times over the last few weeks. They were distraught and upset and they just wanted Seth to come home.

"Summer I need you. Please come."

Summer sighs "Ok."

"Ok...umm Awesome. This is awesome. I will pick you up at the airport. There in an 8:30 flight tomorrow morning on American Airlines."

"Ok"

"Promise you wont tell anyone where you are going."

"Seth"

"Promise me" Seth said firmly.

"Ok I promise."

"Ok good, this is good, cause captain oats have been a total bore lately. I think he is bummed that he had to leave his princess. So make sure you bring her."

"Oh Gosh Cohen, you are an ass." Summer said, cheering up.

"Ok, I have to go, see you tomorrow. Cant wait."

"But wait, Cohen! What if..." But Seth had already hung up.

"Cohen!" Summer was beside herself. What is she supposed to do? Just hop on a plane and go to Tahiti and meet up with Seth? Simply because he asked her? As soon as the thought entered her head, summer realized that that is exactly what she was going to do.

He meant what he said.

He did love her.

"Ah well, what do I have to lose? It's summer, and I have daddy's diamond card." Summer said to herself.

So with that thought, and some of her fears held at bay, summer called the airline and booked a first class ticket to Tahiti on the 8:30 flight. It was done. She was finally gonna see Cohen after two weeks of complete hell.

"OH MY GOD. I AM GOING TO SEE COHEN.!" summer shouted excitedly, running into her closet.

"Did you hear that princess sparkle? We get to see Cohen and Captain Oats. Now what do you think that Boys would prefer? A little Agent Provocateur? Or a Trashy Lingerie? Hmm....I could not agree more. Both!"

Summer began meticulously picking out outfits for her trip to Tahiti.

Oh by the way, I know it does not take 2 weeks to sail to Tahiti, but in my story it does, plus I am from New York City, I know nothing about California so don't judge me ! :)

Cheers!