Back to the Old Me

Chapter 5: And all the roads...

A/N: To all who reviewed, I LOVE YOU! I wouldn't write this story if I thought no one likes it, so please review! Also, I own nothing, don't sue me!

Also, when I named the guy Brad, I didn't mean Brad from "The Telenovella" that guy looked a little too drug addict for my tastes.

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Summer's POV

Its been twenty minutes and he's still out there. Just sitting there. He look so - sad? I guess.

And its cold; why does he want to sit there and freeze his bony ass off? Why does he care?

Does he remember that I hate it when Daddy and the Step-monster leave me alone at night? That I see weird shadow on my walls that freak me out, and if no one else is home I can't sleep?

God, how can I, like stay mad at him when he does stuff like this?

"Here." I say as I hand him a mug of coffee I just made.

If he's going to sit there all night, I can't let him freeze to death.

Today's gonna be the day, but they'll never give it back to you

When I get no response, I plop down next to him on the front steps and nudge him in the ribs with my elbow, "What's the deal, Cohen?"

He sighs and turns to me, "I'm worried about you, Summer. You're drunk and at parties and calling me for a ride. I'm -God, what the hell happened?"

What an idiot! What makes him think that he gets to worry about me? He certainly didn't worry when he left town for two months, without even saying goodbye.

"I don't have to answer that." I reply defiantly, if he won't tell me why he had to leave, I don't have to tell him anything.

"Summer, please, I just need to know that you're okay, that nobody hurt you or anything."

By now you should've somehow realize what you gotta do

Damn, him, why should !

"I'm not okay, I hate you! Dammit! And I hate that you left and that you hurt me so badly ! And I hate that even though I hate you, I hate not being with you!" I scream practically beating the words into him as I pound angrily on his chest.

"And what I hate the most is that I can't be me anymore. That I have to be the old Summer; I have to drink, and party, and fight off horny asshole polo players that want to sleep with me! And I just..."

Why am I crying? I'm trying to stop, I mean Summer Roberts doesn't cry. But, damn that Cohen, he opened his arms to me, and is pulling me into a hug. Damn those puppy dog eyes and him, looking at me like he feels sorry for me...

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

"Oh, Summer, come 'ere." He whispers as he rubs my back to try and stop the tears. I know he hates it when I cry.

So, I fall into his arms and cry into his stupid t-shirt with some obscure band no normal person has ever heard of. But, no one gives a hug like Cohen.

I feel like I did when I was five and daddy was actually home and actually gave me a hug rather than a check, like no matter what was wrong the strong man that was holding me could make it all better.

Can you make it better, Cohen?

After sitting in silence, aside from my sobs, for about ten minutes, Cohen stops stroking my hair and I hear him mumble out something.

"What?" I question

"I said 'promise me something'" He replies as I pull away from his embrace to look at him

"What is it?"

Backbeat the word was on th street that the fire in your heart is out

"I know that you might never forgive me, and as much as that sucks and I don't want it to happen, it might. And I want you to find someone else. Find someone who makes you happy, makes the real Summer happy."

I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt

"Because, Summer, if I can't be the one who makes you happy, I want someone else to. You're too special and I love you too much to see you unhappy."

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

"And, Summer, if your being happy means that I have to walk away and not be with you, well, I'll do it."

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding

and all the lights that lead us there are blinding

Instead of responding, I just sunk back into the comforting embrace that only Cohen could provide, and we just stood there.

There are many things that I would like to say to you

But I don't know how

As he held me in his arms, I realized that no matter how mad I am with him, he really cares about me. Loves me! He would sacrifice his own happiness just to be with me.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me?

And I realized that if giving something up meant it would make Cohen happy, I'd probably do it too. I love him, and I'd do anything to make sure he was happy.

Oh, God, I love him.

And he loves me.

And I'm comfortable with him, I'm the real Summer.

Not Marissa's best friend or some random hot chick at a party.

The REAL Summer.

And after all, you're my wonderwall

"Hey, Cohen" I mumble as I pull back from the embrace

"Yeah?"

"I promise."

And then, I kissed him.

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