:::: Yo, so this is the last chapter…yes, I know, I am crying too. But I don't want to continue it and have it be one of those stories that drags on and on. So this is the end. I'm passing out brownies to reviewers this time…with extra frosting…mmm. Quote "Dead to the World" by JamisonParker. Oh yeah, time for some promoting. If any of you are Everwood fans, please check out the Everwood fanfics. There are some really good ones. I have written several if you are interested…lol just joking. Or if you feel so inclined, write an Everwood fic yourself!::::
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"Tell me you don't miss these brown eyes
And that you're not in love"
When Summer walked into Barry's Boards, she could have sworn that she was still in the music shop, because she saw five Brett clones, who were checking out the "trucks" and "decks" on the latest skateboards. Summer got right to work, turning out each skateboard looking for a note. She had been there for almost fifteen minutes when she noticed a shaggy-haired punk, who was no more than twelve. He was staring at her curiously.
"Yes, may I help you??" she asked sarcastically. He quickly shook his head and walked in the opposite direction. Little kids are so cute, Summer thought. She continued looking for the clue. Finally, she found it on a pink skateboard with an Element logo plastered on the front. "Didn't think there was such a thing as a pink skateboard? Fourth and final clue (a freebie)-- Meet me by the pool, my house." Summer broke into a grin and folded the note, storing it in her small purse, along with the others. She walked to the front of the store, patting the shaggy-haired kid's head on the way out.
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Seth was still in the pool house, just as he had been all afternoon. He laid on Ryan's bed, careful not to wrinkle his outfit. Ryan returned around 5 o'clock.
"You're still here? Shouldn't you be on your way to execute the master plan?" Ryan asked, exasperated.
"Perhaps," Seth answered mysteriously.
"Did Summer not show? I'm sorry, man."
"She did not not show. I'm just waiting. For her to show. Because she will Ryan, I know it. Come on, look at me. I'm irresistible. I'm practically Brad Pitt." Seth posed like a model. Ryan snorted.
"Yes, Seth. I don't know why I ever doubted you," he replied, trying to be serious.
"Well Ryan, when I am frolicking in the meadows hand and hand with Summer, you will be moping in your pool house because Marissa won't call you back. Did you ever call her, by the way?"
"Yeah."
"And did she call you back? Hmm? Well did she?"
"She's been really busy!"
"Yup, mmhmm, okay. Maybe you should start taking lessons from the master."
"What's his number?"
"It's me, Ryan, come on."
"We'll see how it goes with Summer and then we'll talk," Ryan winked.
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Summer looked around her room, clothes sprawled everywhere. She had spent the last half hour trying to figure out what to wear. Summer settled on a strapless, yellow 50's style dress. She was in the middle of applying eyeliner when her cell phone rang.
"Aghhh…" she answered her phone.
"Um, Summer?"
"Coop?"
"What are you doing?"
"Um, not much," Summer said, capping her eyeliner. "You?"
"I want to go shopping. Do you want to come? I've been dying to try on this Marc Jacobs dress," Marissa replied.
"Actually, something kind of came up. I'll fill you in later, okay?"
"Okay, it better be good," Marissa smiled.
"I have a feeling it will be. Later, babe!"
"Bye!" Summer closed her flip phone. She finished getting ready and rushed out the door.
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Seth waited patiently by the pool, drumming his fingers against the table. The sun began to set, and Seth was getting worried.
"Cohen?" Summer strode to the pool, heels clicking against the pavement.
"Summer." Seth beamed, both dimples easily seen.
"What are we doing here?" Summer asked, standing a good 10 feet from Seth.
"Think, Summer. Think why this is special." Seth's eyes sparkled brilliantly, even in the dim light. Summer took a step towards Seth.
"Umm…" she hesitated.
"Our first kiss," Seth blurted. Summer took another step towards Seth. "Remember, my grandfather's birthday party and I invited you and we came together.." he rambled.
"Of course I remember," Summer said quietly. Two more steps. "I still can't believe I did that." She smiled, and stared at her feet. Four more steps. She was standing so close to Seth that she could smell him. Summer looked up, locking eyes with him. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I wish I were a mermaid…" Seth mumbled, Summer cutting him off with her lips. Seth placed his hands on her tiny waist and kissed back. He couldn't believe he hadn't touched her in 3 months. They broke away and Seth breathed deeply. He laced his fingers into hers and smiled. They both strolled towards the house.
"Cohen, what ever happened to your boat this summer?"
"Well you see, that's a very interesting story…"