:::: Wow, I am seriously patting myself on the back right now…another day, another chapter. Thanks for the reviews…you know that makes me update that much faster :smile: Lyrics at beginning belong to "Your Song" by Jamison Parker (Yes, I used that song in the second chapter...I just love it so much, I think I might even use it again!). Enjoy! ::::

:::: Oh yeah, I don't mean any offense when I reference comic books as being dorky…I don't think they are. Just...goes with the story or whatever. ::::

"I live in notes and photographs

And everything I'm holding back"

The game between Summer and Seth continued for several days. A note here and there, packages left on doorsteps, even a paper airplane flown through an open car window (Seth got creative). But spoken words were never exchanged. In fact, they only saw each other once or twice. Seth, the master conspirator that he is, had a plan.

Summer sat in her scarlet red convertible on a Friday afternoon, reading the latest note from Seth. "Are you ready? It's time for a little something I like to call 'Seth's Super Scavenger Scramble'. Clever, right? It begins tomorrow, bright and early. Get some rest, my Summer." Summer pondered the note for a moment or two. "What will I wear??"

Summer woke up Saturday morning, excited. She stretched and put on a fluffy robe. It wasn't until then that she noticed a tray on her desk. The tray had a small vase with a single pink rose, orange juice and a plate with French toast and pancakes. And of course a note. "Summer, eat up. Don't worry, everything is low carb. First clue-- my favorite female comic book character, thanks to you." Summer pulled on a pale pink halter dress and matching ballet-style shoes, and headed to her first destination.

"Carl's Comics?" Summer questioned out loud, a sour look on her face. "If geeky 13 year olds mob me, I swear…" She took a deep breath and walked in, causing a small bell to ring.

"Ah, hello. We have a customer," said a tall, wiry middle-aged man.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for Wonder Woman comics," Summer said unsurely, her eyes scanning the small, messy store.

"A Wonder Woman fan, I see," the man concluded. "Right over there, to your left," he pointed. Summer smiled politely and made her way over to the rack. She started quickly flipping through books. An index card fell out of one. She turned it over and read "Hope you didn't get attacked by pre-teen comic loving boys. Second clue-- my favorite band that you so kindly insulted." Summer laughed. She looked through the glass windows and saw a music shop across the street.

"Thanks," Summer waved to the comic book man (Carl, perhaps?) and exited the store.

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"Hey Seth…got a hot date or what?" Ryan asked, entering the pool house where Seth was lounging. Ryan noticed Seth was wearing a muted yellow button down shirt and a black tie, along with dark slacks.

"Indeed, Ryan, or at least that is the plan," Seth nodded and winked.

"Summer took you back?"

"Well, no, not yet, but she will, my friend. I, the king of all things romantic and sweet, will make it happen. Have a little faith."

"Okay, okay. Gonna make the magic happen again?" Ryan mocked.

"You know it, buddy. And don't think I didn't pick up on that mockery. You're getting better. My little Ryan has grown into a sarcastic, mildly amusing, Seth-like creature." Seth folded his hands across his lap.

"Right. I'm going to go now. Catch you later. Hope all goes well with the master plan."

"Well thanks Ryan."

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"Mark's Magnificent Music Mania…what is up with this place and alliteration?" she wondered, opening the swinging door.

"Hey dudette, how's it hanging?" asked a male employee with long hair and a shirt that said "Long Board Surfing Co".

"I'm fine. Just looking," Summer answered.

"Alright, well if you need any of my assistance I'll be chilling by the register."

"Thanks," Summer nodded and searched the signs for "D". She began flipping through the CD rack. "Dashboard, Dead Poetic, Death Cab," she muttered to herself. She pulled out the latest Death Cab for Cutie release. Attached was, of course, a sticky note. "Awesome CD. Brett's pretty cool, huh?" Summer turned to look at the surfer guy's nametag. Brett. "Anyway, third clue-- My favorite mode of transportation." Summer called out to Brett, "Know any skateboard shops nearby?"

"Yeah dude, Barry's Boards is right next door." How convenient, Summer thought. Not too imaginative, are we Cohen? she smiled.

"Thanks, later!" Summer said as she walked out the door.

::::::::::::::To be continued (more like Got Too Lazy to Finish)::::::::::::::::::::::::::::