Title: No One Likes A Depressed Cohen

Author: SethCohenFan

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Seth leaves, and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? SUMMER POV

Disclaimer: See previous

A/n: Once again, school has taken over our life... sorry about the wait, but school comes before writing, no matter how much I want it to be the opposite. Where did all my reviewers go anyways? It is kinda saddening. The numbers keep dwindling. If you're out there please review... whether good or bad!

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Part 9: Says Who?

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Cohen's words blared loudly in my head as I was seated by the rest of the people who hadn't won. They were crying, but not as hard as me, not for the same reasons as me. They had no idea!

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

What the hell was that supposed to mean? He was hiding something and now I knew I was never going to find out what exactly it was that he was hiding. Sure I knew he lived in NYC, but NYC was a big ass city, and there were probably so many Seth Cohens!

I began sobbing again. I had come all this way, all this way for nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, I got to hold Cohen again, and I somewhat got to talk to him.

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

I can't handle the truth? I went though him 'dying', then finding out that he had lied to all of us and he went on national television. Doesn't he get how hard it was for us when he just disappeared, when we all thought he had died?

I came all this way, all this way to wherever the hell this little piece of shit island was, just to see him, and he couldn't appreciate it. It seemed as if someone else was having problems handling the truth. Him.

I wiped the tears from my eyes. Since when had he become such a jerk, so uncaring? So it was true, he turned out just like all my other boyfriends before him. Another sob racked my body, but I kept the tears from falling. I must have looked so horribly pathetic.

I was torn. I loved him yet hated him at the same time. How could he have changed so much? He never was a jerk before. He was so... aggravating!!

That was when I decided that I hated him. If he didn't appreciate me believing he was alive when everyone else thought he was dead, then fine. Screw him. I was too good for him anyways.

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

But what had happened to him? Why wouldn't he tell me? Why didn't he think I could handle it? I wasn't a wuss. I wasn't a baby. I was Summer Roberts.

He was Seth Cohen. I was the one who everyone seemed to think he would be with forever, until he screwed it up and ran away. Stupid ass.

He couldn't trust me. He couldn't appreciate me. He didn't deserve those tears that I cried for him. He didn't deserve the fact that I gave up my old life for him! He was a jerk. He was a jerk, and I hated him.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to find myself face to face with the one woman. I wouldn't be able to tell you her name, or anything about her. Except that one of her loved ones was on the island with Cohen. My Cohen. My Cohen? Did I just think MY Cohen? I hated Cohen.

She offered me a tissue. A tissue? What was the tissue for? She must have read my expression. "Your face is all wet with tears hunh," she said, before preceding to wipe my face.

Had I been crying? Why was I crying!? Cohen didn't deserve my tears, and yet I shed them so easily for him.

"Thank you," I said, although it didn't come out as I hoped it would come out. It was just choked out. I was getting myself worked up about Cohen again. He didn't deserve it.

The woman sat down next to me and put her arm around me. It reminded me of what Mrs. Cohen would do, in those hard few weeks after Seth disappeared. Even though I didn't know this woman, it was still in some ways comforting.

I didn't say anything, dwelling on thoughts. She didn't say anything either. It was silent for some time. I didn't like the silence.

She broke the silence. "That's a beautiful diamond," she said. I smiled slightly. How could I have forgotten about Chino? Chino; the one who was there when Cohen abandoned us all. Chino; the one who proposed to me a little over a year ago. The Chino who I 'loved.'

The only issue was. I still had feelings for the now un-dead Cohen.

"Thanks," I said simply.

"Did Seth give it to you," she asked. My eyes opened wide. Tears began to reform in my eyes.

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

Why did she have to be the kind of person who paid attention to everything? I shook my head.

"Come on dearie, don't cry." I began sobbing again. Once again, Cohen had me in tears. Chino didn't make me cry. Never.

I didn't respond. "It is a beautiful diamond though," she said, trying to cheer me up. "Whoever gave it to you must really love you."

I smiled, for the first time since losing the competition. Chino did really love me didn't he? He loved me, and I sat here, sobbing my eyes out over Cohen. The Cohen who didn't deserve me! The Cohen that could care less whether I was alive or dead! The Cohen that left his good life in Newport, and never came back. The Cohen that I hated.

"Yeah, he does," I said smiling. I should have never come in the first place. I had a good life not knowing if Cohen was alive or dead. A good life with Chino.

"And..." she asked, now acting like such a teenager. It was sorta kinda comforting in a way.

"And?" I asked.

"You love him, is he cute, is he sweet?"

I chuckled slightly, "He is sweet, and he is cute..."

"Yes..."

I didn't know what to say. Why couldn't I just say that I loved Chino? Could it be that I still did love Cohen? But how could I love Chino and Cohen at the same time? I felt the tears resurfacing. No! I would not cry over Cohen anymore. No crying. I had cried enough.

"Well?"

"I don't know?"

"Well, he must really love you, and if you don't love him like he loves you, then it is just pointless for you to be wearing that ring on your finger, now isn't it?"

I took in what she had said. She was right. I looked down at the ring, and just stared at it for a bit. It reminded me so much of Chino. But I couldn't stop thinking about Cohen. Chino... Cohen... Chino... Cohen...

I just sat there, staring at it. Maybe I did love Cohen more than I loved Chino. There was only room in my heart to really love one person, but was that person Chino... or Cohen.

Or maybe I just hated them both? Chino never made me cry, he only was ever perfect, but for some reason, I had a bad feeling about all the times that he spent too much time away from home. All the business trips I went on?

Now Cohen had me questioning Chino (the only one who could actually get through to me after Seth's 'death'. Could things possibly get any worse? I was torn between Cohen and Chino, Seth and Ryan, jerk and not jerk. WHY WAS IT ALWAYS THAT THE JERKS ARE SO ATTRACTIVE!?

Before I could stop myself I pulled the engagement ring off of my finger and held it up to my face. Chino used to love Coop, my best friend. I used to (and possibly still do) love Cohen, Chino's best friend and brother. That is really screwed up.

I put the ring back on my finger. Maybe this did mean I loved Chino more. Yes. I did. I would go home, and forget about Cohen. Go back to the way that things were before I knew Cohen was alive, and jerky as ever.

Why was I sitting here anyways? I didn't have to stay here!!

STUPID COHEN!!! He was controlling me, and he was still nowhere near me.

I stayed there.

That was when a familiar red head walked in. Kevin. Kevin walked in, followed by the host guy and the one producer. Everyone was looking at them, many of them with pure hatred and/or jealously.

They were all walking over to me. Something inside of me told me to stand up, so I did.

The first thing that happened was Kevin hugged me. I didn't hug him back, I don't know why. I probably just had so much on my mind.

The producer guy, Mark I think, spoke up first. "Miss..."

"Roberts." I answered simply.

"Yes, Miss Roberts. Well, the easiest way to put this is to get your things together. You are going to be spending the night with Mr. Cohen."

Wait, did I just hear him say what I thought I heard him say? I was going to spend time with Cohen. My Cohen! The Cohen that I loved and hated, all at the same time.

"How?" I asked, losing the ability to speak more than one word at a time.

"Well, we decided to make it so that two people would get to spend time with their loved one, seeing as everyone worked so hard to see their loved one."

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

I looked over at Kevin, who had a big smile on his face.

"We'll be driving you and Mr. Lanaman to the hotel where you shall be meeting Mr. Cohen and Mr. Lanaman Sr."

Not knowing what else to do I nodded.

What ever happened to me forgetting about Cohen and just going home to Newport, and spending the rest of my life with Chino?

I followed them.

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WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!!

"I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition." Reg said to Lady Mountback.

Suddenly, a whole bunch of figures, dressed all in red, rush in through the door. It is Cardinal Ximinez, and two of junior cardinals.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" He shouted, "Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."

The three men in red ran out of the door and.

"I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition!"

The three Spaniards run in again. Ximinez tries again.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - oh damn!" He turned to look at the one junior cardinal. "I can't say it, you'll have to say it!"

The man looks at him. "What?"

"You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are...'" he said.

"I couldn't do that!" said that junior cardinal.

Ximinez gathered them all together and the exited once more

((A/n: The people who typed this have been sacked, and shall no longer be typing Monty Python scripts in the middle of MY OC Story! Thank you for not going crazy. It won't happen again!

I now return you to the scene that you were left in.))

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The limo ride was silent. I didn't know what was going on.

"You're welcome," Kevin said randomly.

"What?"

"They let me pick who got to spend time with their loved one, and I picked you."

I didn't know what to say. I was happy. I would get to spend time with Cohen again. But it totally screwed my plan of FORGETTING about Cohen. Why was life like on big episode of the Valley?

"Thanks?" I said, not quite sure of what I was thanking him for.

I was silent for the rest of the ride. So was Kevin. It was weird. Cohen... Chino... Cohen... Chino...

Finally we got there. A nice man opened the door for me. "Thank you," I said sweetly, smiling that fake smile, before walking down the walkway.

I continued walking before I was stopped by the host. He pulled me to the side as Kevin passed me on the walkway.

"Okay, here is what is going to happen. Seth just thinks that he is going to spend time with Kevin and his dad. The truth is, he is going to get to spend the time with you instead. We are going to surprise him with it. Are you all right with that?

I nodded. "Good," he said. "Now just wait outside this door, until you receive the word.

I nodded once again. Then I was left alone, well, not alone. One of the crew members was there, but he didn't talk. I was left alone with my thoughts.

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I stood there for what seemed like the longest time. That was when the crew member pushed me towards the door. Why was I getting butterflies in my stomach? Why was I getting so nervous? I didn't love Cohen any more. I loved Chino, right? RIGHT!?

The door opened. It must have been the back door to some kind of restaurant, because when I walked in, that was what it was. A big fancy restaurant. I spotted a bunch of cameras around one table, set for four. Three people were sitting there. Cohen was looking right at me.

I was looking right at Cohen. He looked shocked. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I was going to find out what was happened to Cohen. I was going to figure out where the hell he disappeared to and why he didn't tell us where he had been.

I wouldn't cry. No. Not here, not now. Not ever. No more Cohen tears. NO MORE!

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

I walked over to him, not being able to stop myself. He stood up and just stood there.

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

I didn't know whether to kick him, or hug him. Whether to curse at him, or confess my undying love for him. Well, maybe not undying love, but you catch my drift.

I stood there, just looking into his eyes. I think he was looking into my eyes too.

"You can't handle the truth Summer!"

"Says who?" I asked, before wrapping my arms around him. This time, I wouldn't let go.

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mikelucas1 – sorry about the wait

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Jor23dann – Kevin isn't a bad guy.. why do you all make him seem like the bad guy that he isn't?

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