Title: No One Likes a Depressed Cohen

Author: SethCohenFan

Rating: PG for now

Summary: Seth left and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? RS

Disclaimer: I'm working on it... a girl needs time ya know! Oh yes, I forgot (this is for you Ali) I got the title from an line in a story that my friend was writing. The song "Follow Me" belongs to Uncle Kracker and the song "Yesterday" belongs to the Beatles.

A/n: I can't believe that you people talked me into this! I am juggling three fics (two with WB) and a script... AHHHHHH!! But I love you guys, ha ha! Enjoy... Oh yes, I also believe that this is going to go along the lines of a RyanSummerSeth triangle fic instead... ha ha.

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Part 2: Then There Were Two

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I don't know how long I laid there, but time seemed to be ticking so slowly. Cohen was really gone, and heading to Tahiti? Tahiti? Was he trying to get himself killed?

My eyes closed, this couldn't be real, and this couldn't be happening could it? Seth Cohen didn't just run away... without telling anyone about it. It was just so unSethlike.

I took a shaky breath in and lifted my head up off of Cohen's bed, sitting up and drying my tears. Kirsten and Sandy still didn't know that Seth had left and they really needed to know.

That was when I heard a knock on the door. "Seth? Summer?" came Sandy's voice. He didn't sound all that upset. "I have pudding..."

If the situation had been different, I would have laughed, but the ability to laugh had been wiped out of me. "Sandy," I said, my voice sounding a lot calmer than I felt, "I- I, I think you better come in here..."

The door opened, "What is it Summer?" he asked, walking in. I think it took him less than a second to realize that Seth wasn't there. The look in his eyes explained exactly what was going on inside of his head.

He looked at me and his eyes wandered around the room, finally resting on the letter. As if in slow motion, he slowly moved his hand over to the note and opened. If he was felling any emotion, he hid if awfully well. But once he finished it, a look of anger quickly flashed across his face, disappearing as soon as it appeared. It was replaced with one of worry.

"KIRSTEN!!" he shouted before sitting down on the bed next to me. I could tell that he didn't know what to do. Both of his sons had left in the span of a few hours, and having Julie Co- well Nichol now, in your family was hell enough.

When Kirsten walked in, I felt the tears creeping back into my eyes. Kirsten looked like she was a mess, an utter mess. Her eyes were all red from crying and she had the look of a lost child in her eyes.

Sandy got up and walked over to her. "Where's Seth?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"He left," answered Sandy simply. I don't know if it was only because he didn't know what else to say or if that was all he could say.

"Left?" she asked, some anger audible in her voice. "Left? What do you mean he left?"

Sandy put a comforting arm around Kirsten. "He left, claiming to be going to Tahiti. TAHITI!" he explained, getting a bit upset when he repeated the word Tahiti. The look on Kirsten's face was one that I knew I would never see again in my life. To explain it would have been impossible.

"Ta-Tahiti?" she choked. Sandy nodded and Kirsten began sobbing on his shoulder. How could Seth have done something so idiotic? Something so stupid like that? Didn't he think that his parents were upset enough about Ryan leaving?

Sandy nodded. I felt so out of place. There was really no reason for me to be crying, was there? Just looking at Sandy and Kirsten told me that. Ryan left to go back to Chino... Julie became a member of their family... Seth ran away. That had to be hard. And then for all of it to happen in one day was even worse.

With Captain Oats still in my hand, I got up off of Seth's bed. I didn't know what to say, but I felt as if I had to say something. "We'll find Seth, and he'll be okay." I said. It was more of a reassurance to me than anything else.

Kirsten broke away from Sandy and wiped the tears from her eyes. According to Seth, she had never been much of a hugger, but she walked over and hugged me. And it wasn't the hug that friends give each other or one that meant 'Oh, I like feel so bad for you', but a hug that I could tell had motherly intentions behind it. The type of hug I hadn't felt in a while.

As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away from Kirsten. "I'll just go home," I said quietly, heading towards the door. I would have made it too, if it hadn't been for Sandy stopping me.

"Nonsense," he said, "You should stay here." I didn't really want to go... but I didn't want to stay either.

"I couldn't Mr. Cohen," I said quickly and quietly.

"Please," he asked. I couldn't say no, so I nodded. I turned to Kirsten, who was still sitting on Seth's bed. I sat down.

Sandy mouthed a 'thank you' that I knew Kirsten didn't see, before turning and leaving Seth's room.

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Days passed slowly. Even with the help of officials, there was no sign of Seth at all. I went out on the search boat with Sandy a few times, but there was nothing. Everyone seemed to have gotten past crying, and now were just worried.

I had barely gone home since Seth ran away, spending a lot of time with Sandy and Kirsten. I tried so hard during those long days that I should hate Seth for what he was doing, what he did. Maybe he was an ass for leaving, a big ass for leaving, but I couldn't hate him, it just... it wasn't possible. A part of me thought that the search was pointless. He had gone on a suicide mission across the Pacific Ocean... and there was no point... he could be anywhere. Hell he could be dead.

As quickly as that thought entered my head, I pushed it out. Cohen wasn't dead. No. He was just fine, being an ass hole, but fine.

It had been almost a week since it had happened, and I think I went home twice. There was something about being in Cohen's house, something like a reassurance, I guess.

"Do you want to go shopping?" Kirsten asked me one day. That had been strange. The house was deafeningly quiet since Sandy had driven to Chino to pick Ryan up.

What kind of question was that? Shopping, or sitting around, doing nothing and moping? The answer was obvious. After a few seconds of processing, "Yes."

For the first time in six day, I saw a smile break out across Kirsten's face.

We spent the rest of the day shopping. We went everywhere... looking for everything. Sure it was a well needed break from worrying, but it didn't push it away. Not even for the time we were shopping.

The excursion seemed to do Kirsten a world of good. She pulled the car up into the driveway. "Looks like Sandy's home," she commented. If Sandy was home, that meant that there was a good chance that Ryan was home too.

Not really knowing what else to do, I nodded. We were going back to the real world. Back from the world where everything seemed normal. I got out of the car, grabbing the bag that held all the crap I had bought. One bag. It must have been a new record or something.

I waited for Kirsten before going into the house. She got out of the car and we went into the house. Would Chino blame himself? Would he be his normal, brooding self, which in this case, could be a welcomed thing?

Once we got in the house, we were greeted by Sandy. He looked at me, and it was as if he was reading my mind. "Ryan's in the pool house,":

I thanked him and left to go to the pool house. I guess I was excited that Ryan was home. It made things seem one step closer to normal. Marissa had confined herself to the new house, and I hadn't seen her since the wedding. She even refused to pick up her phone. I wondered if she even knew that Seth was gone.

Once I reached the door of the pool house, I stopped. I didn't know whether or not to go in. Maybe he needed some alone time.

Before I could decide to do anything, Ryan opened the door. I laughed quietly; he donned his normal wife beater... some things never changed. He looked as if nothing was wrong. I didn't know what I was thinking, but before I knew it, I had Ryan in a tight hug. "Oh Chino!" He didn't know how much normaller his coming home had made everything.

To my surprise, Ryan returned the hug. He never struck me as being a hugging person. He probably just felt sorry for me. "You all right Summer?"

How the hell was I supposed to answer that? Of course I'm not all right. Seth just like disappeared, not caring at all. "I'm better now," I answered. As much as I didn't want to admit it, him coming home was the greatest thing to happen since before the wedding. Ryan broke away from the hug, and a small part of me was a bit upset.

Things were silent for some time. There was just nothing to say. What kind of conversation would it be if it were all: 'Hey Summer,' 'Hi Ryan,' 'So Seth's gone,' 'Yep.'

It was Ryan who broke the silence. "Have you talked to Marissa?" Coop... of course, that was what was on his mind.

I shook my head, "She isn't talking to anyone,"

"Oh."

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Ryan never did go back to Chino, Sandy made sure of that. I was right. When Ryan came back, things became a bit more normal. Coop actually left the house, but it wasn't often, and she wasn't the same person as she was before.

That left the two of us. Me and Chino. Chino and I. Kinda weird, right? I mean normally, when a person thinks of Ryan, they think of Marissa, not Summer. It was like Chino and I were dating or anything, but I am really starting to begin to see why Marissa liked Ryan.

The two of us tried to salvage the wreckage that was previously the summer that had crashed and burned. A lot of times, things got awkward. Most of the time things were awkward.

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Summer came and went, still with no news from Seth. I tried to keep an optimistic outlook, but even I had to admit that things weren't looking good for Seth.

Kirsten was still a mess; she seemed to have herself convinced that Seth wasn't even alive anymore. Sandy had his plate full; he was still looking for Seth, refusing to give up until he found one of two things.

Going back to school was a welcomed thing, or so I thought. It was about a week before school when I walked into the Crab Shack. I was supposed to be meeting Coop and Chino there in a few minutes. When I got there, they were already sitting at a table, and Marissa was crying. What the hell?

"You can move in with us," said Ryan. I must have missed something.

"No Ryan, I can't. I can't change their minds. I tried," she said.

"But-"

"I have to go. CayCay and his little JuJu wanted some 'time alone'," she said, rolling her eyes, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

TOMORROW?! How could this be happening? What was with everyone leaving? And why didn't she tell me? We were best friends before... before Seth left. Damn, he was just ruining everything wasn't he?

"Are you going to tell Summer?" Ryan asked. He seemed almost too calm.

"As soon as she gets here."

I figured that now was a better time than any to enter the conversation. Pretending that I hadn't just heard the entire conversation, I walked past the table, before looking over at them. "Oh hey, guys," I said, plastering on a fake smile, that over the summer, I had gotten quite perfected. "Coop, what's wrong?"

I could tell that she didn't want to say anything, like she was having an internal battle with herself. "I'm leaving Summer," she said quietly, her voice barely audible. "They're sending me to a boarding school, in Florida."

Even though I knew that she was leaving, I thought that she was going to stay in the area. This was all just too much to handle. "You too," I asked, my voice barely a squeak.

She nodded and leaned over to hug me, but I didn't let her. I just couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't be leaving. I got up to leave.

"Summer, wait!" she said, looking as if she was going to get up and stop me.

"Have fun in Florida, and Seth says he's sorry..." I said, leaving the Crab Shack, holding back the tears.

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I got home and I cried again. I cried because of Marissa, I cried because of Seth. Why did everything have to be so screwed up? As usual my dad wasn't home, but I didn't need him to bug me.

My room was adorned in pictures of Seth alone, of Seth and Ryan, of me and Seth, of Marissa and Ryan. Ryan coming was one of the best things to happen, and then everything went downhill.

Everybody was leaving. First Anna, then Luke. They were easy enough to get over, but when Ryan left and Seth ran away... God, I wanted to hurt something. But Ryan came back, and things got bearable. Now Marissa was leaving, and I was losing it.

The four of us used to hang all the time. Ryan and Marissa... me and Seth. Now that was all screwed up. It was down to just the two of us... me and Ryan. Ryan and I, and a part of me couldn't handle that.

I hated Newport. I hated Seth and I hated Marissa. I hated all of them. Every last one of them.

The radio switched on:

"You don't know how you met me,
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say good-bye.
All you know is when I'm with you,
I make you free,
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea.

I'm singing;
follow me everything is all right,
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night,
And if you want to leave,
I can guarantee,
You won't find nobody else like me."

I turned it off and my hand knocked Captain Oats from the table to the floor. I picked him up. Could that song be an idea? I could take a plane to Tahiti to go to Seth, run away from Newport, just like he did. But every bone in my body knew that Seth couldn't make it to Tahiti, it was just impossible.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my daze. Dad couldn't be home yet, could he? I looked at the alarm clock. No, he wasn't home yet, it was someone else. "Come in," I said meekly.

Ryan opened the door. "Summer..."

"Go away Chino," I said, curling up and turning away from him.

He sat down on my bed and put his hand on my shoulder. I pushed it off. "Go away Chino," I repeated. He didn't leave.

"Don't take it out on yourself," he said. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Then I realized, he was right. I turned to look at him. Captain Oats was still in my hand, but not for long. I set him down.

"Ryan..." I said quietly, before losing it and breaking down in tears on his shoulder. This wasn't the first time that Ryan had put up with my crying, hell, it wasn't even the second time. He wrapped his arms around me as I continued sobbing.

"They're all leaving us Ryan. They're all leaving," I sobbed.

I didn't hear Ryan respond and I continued sobbing. "Anna... Luke... Seth... Marissa... They're all gone. They all left."

I knew that Ryan felt the same way I did, he had to have been. Everything in Newport was so screwed up. The radio switched on again:

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh I believe in yesterday...

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
They're a shadow hanging over me,
Oh yesterday came suddenly,
Why she had to go,
I don't' know she wouldn't say,
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday...

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need place to hide away,
Oh I believe in yesterday..
Why she had to go,
I don't know, she wouldn't say,
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday...

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh I believe in yesterday,
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."

I fell asleep crying in Ryan's arms. I know I hadn't gotten much sleep since Seth left, and Ryan was just so... comforting.

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A/n: Alright, I may continue, I may not.. this is the second WB fic I wrote... I can't afford anymore! Ha ha! dances No more Marissa... no more Marissa! Now push that little review button in the bottom corner. HA HA!!! Of next chapter will be called either "The Worst Chrismukkah Ever" or "Nightmares Alive" I haven't decided yet...

BabyBash: I don't know how far I am going to take this... but I'm glad that you liked it.
mintee: I know... but open ended endings are the best there are, they leave room for speculation.. which is great!!!
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Summer and Seth: It is sad... it made me sad to write, but I may add more...
HOTTERTHNU: Sweet and sappy, exactly how I hated it... ha ha! I can't stand romantic crap like that, but it turned out good that way...
fanficgirl1: I actually love writing a depressed Cohen, but that is just me. Ha ha! Thanks!
Emily: Three word explanation: I HATE MARISSA!!! Well, hate is a very strong word, I just haven't liked her at all, and there is just something about her. I can't explain it.
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TragicallyDepressed – Sorry... but I am writing more...