Here we are.

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"Summer.. Summer wait, stop." Seth sputtered, as Summer started unbuckling his pants.

"Stop? Why?"

"I don't want to." He flat-out stated.

"Your rejecting me?"

"Yes. Well.. No! Summer. I'm not. I mean, I just don't want to have sex. Not yet, we're not even going out."

"Oh. Wait wait, your a virgin, right? So your scared?"

"Um, no. I just don't want to." Seth started to wriggle Summer off of him, and got up.

"So you really dont want to?"

"No."

Summer got up, and walked out the Cohen front door without saying another word.

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Summer bounced through her front door, and slammed it, shaking a picture next to it.

"He doesn't want to do me. Fine." Summer mumbled underneath her breath.

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Great. Did I do the right thing? Seth thought, picking up Captain Oats and lying back on his bed. Why does she want me so badly all of a sudden? Did I just make the worst decision of my life?

Seths thoughts were interupted when a raven-haired beauty entered his room.

"Summer? What are you doing here?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"'Kay good. Cuz I wanted to tell.. well ask you something."

"What?"

"My idea is, we have benefits."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you ever heard of friends with benefits?"

"We're friends?"

"Cohen!"

"Sorry. So, explain."

"Jesus for a smart person you sure don't know much." Summer muttered. "Anyways. At night, haven't you ever like.. you know been 'frustrated'" Summer air-quoted. "Ya know, got out that old porn tape or maybe even a blow-up doll if your kinky? Well - you could phone me, and instead of Mrs.Plastic you could have me."

"So you're like my own personal prostitue?"

"No, you have to do stuff for me too. Like if I feel frustrated you have to come to me."

"Done."

"Honestly? But you wouldn't even.. you know!"

"Well. Maybe I realized something in the - half hour you were gone."

Summer smiled. "Cohen.."

"Mmm?"

"I'm frustrated!"

Seth laughed too, and grabbed her arm. He pulled her ontop of him and they started to kiss.

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Summer floated up the stairs, dropping her purse once she got in the door, she took off her pants and shirt and got into bed.

Mmm Cohen. She thought, as she closed her eyes. I'm so glad we worked everything out. But tomorrows monday. And I can't just drop everything for a Yummy, hot, funny, awesome, sweet guy now can I? Should I?

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