DISCLAIMER – Oh my God, Oh my God…Fox just called me and said that Josh Schwartz died…I am now the owner of the OC!! sigh I wish.

A/N – Sorry it's short people. Thanks for all the great reviews, you make my day!!!

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Summer held the phone to her ear, listening to the empty ringing.

"Come on…" she whispered. "Answer it. Come on Coop, pick it up…"

The line clicked. "Hello?" came Marissa's voice.

"Coop!"

"Hi Sum…" said Marissa. "What's up?"

"I...I…" she couldn't go on. She didn't know how to tell her.

"Summer?" came Marissa's concerned voice. "Are you OK?"

"Coop…" said Summer in a small, strangled voice. "Can you…can you please come over here?"

"Yeah, of course Sum," Marissa replied. "What's wrong?"

Summer said nothing.

"Sum?"

"Please." Was all she whispered. Then she hung up.

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"Summer!" Marissa burst into Summer's room without knocking, finding her friend curled up on her bed. "Sum, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting next to her.

Summer raised her head, her eyes still bloodshot from crying.

"It's all bad Coop." She said.

"What's bad Summer?" Marissa asked. "Tell me, please."

Summer opened her mouth to talk, but her words only came out in a whisper.

"I'm pregnant."

Marissa froze in shock. "What? Your pregnant…Oh Sum…I'm sorry. Do you…do you know who the father is?"

Marissa knew about her friend's habits. How she slept around with random's. But she had never judged her on it, because she knew it was only because she couldn't have Seth. But actions would always have consequences. And being pregnant would make it hard to find the father.

Summer nodded. "It's Cohen's."

Marissa froze again, her breath faltering. If it were Seth's…that would be worse then not knowing.

"Oh Summer…" she whispered, wrapping her arms around her friends shoulders. "I'm so sorry…"

Summer felt a tear drop down her cheek. "He says he's going to help me."

Marissa let go off her. "But…that's a good thing right? That's what you wanted…"

Summer shook her head tearfully. "Not like this…He…he said he would try for me. But then I heard him saying that he wasn't sure if he could do it. But I know he'll try. But it's only going to be for the baby…not me. Never for me." She broke down and cried, resting her head on her friends shoulder, as Marissa said nothing. She couldn't think of words that could comfort Summer.

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"Ryan?" Seth knocked on the poolhouse door, and then went straight in without waiting for him to answer. Ryan lay spread out on the bed, and Seth welcomed himself, sitting down on a chair.

"What Seth?" asked Ryan.

"Man, I need to talk. About…"

Summer, thought Ryan.

"…Summer."

Ryan exhaled deeply, staring at the white ceiling. "Seth, I think you talk about Summer too much. Really, I don't want to know about how much of a bitch she is."

"No, this is really important. She's pregnant."

At this, Ryan sat up, staring at Seth with wide eyes. "She's PREGNANT? Is it yours??"

Seth nodded solemnly, his head turned down.

Ryan didn't know what to say.

"Wh…what are you going to…to do?" he managed to get out.

"I don't know man." Seth put his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. "I told her that I'd support her." He mumbled.

"And are you going to?" asked Ryan.

Seth said nothing.

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"Hi dad," Summer said weakly. She walked softly into the living room where her dad sat, watching TV.

"Hi sweetie." He said in a tired voice. Must have been a hard day at work.

"Daddy…can I tell you something?" she asked timidly. She placed her hand on her belly. She could feel the life in there. The life inside her.

He sighed. "Sure honey," he said, and patted the cushion next to her, beckoning her to sit down. She sat. "What is it?"

"Daddy, I…" she couldn't get the words out. She knew her dad would be mad at her. "I…I'm pregnant Daddy."

Her father flew up in a rage. "What??" he asked incredulously. "You're WHAT?"

"I'm pregnant…" Summer said again.

"Is it that comic book guy's…"

"Seth daddy! His name's Seth!"

"His NAME doesn't matter! Was it him? Did he do this to you??"

Summer looked down. "It wasn't his fault…" she said.

"Yes it was Summer! It's not your fault. Nothing's your fault! It's all his…"

"HE DOESN'T WANT THE BABY DAD!" She yelled. "I WANT IT! Not him."

Her father slumped back in shock, breathing deeply. How could this be happening? His little girl…

"Get rid of it." He told her simply.

"WHAT?"

"Get. Rid. Of. It." Her dad said again.

"No."

"Summer, you HAVE to! You can't have a baby now! You're too young. It'll ruin your whole life…"

Summer was trying her hardest to keep the tears away as she told him,

"Dad, my life is ALREADY ruined! But you have no idea do you? Because you don't care. All you care about is your work…You're too wrapped up in that to notice that your daughters life is miserable!!"

Her dad looked as if she had struck him. She had never talked to him like that. He had no idea…

"I will not be talked to like that in my own house." He said quietly. "And if you won't get rid of that…THING…then I don't want you living in this house."

"IT'S NOT JUST A THING DAD!" Summer yelled, getting up. "It's a LIFE. I'm carrying a LIFE. And I'm going to have it, whether you like it or not! Just because my life is shit, doesn't mean I should kill someone else's chance at one! So I'll leave."

Without waiting for an answer, she ran upstairs, and into her room, slamming the door shut. She walked into her wardrobe and grabbed whatever clothes she could, shoving them into an empty suitcase.

She always kept an empty suitcase under her bed. She had, ever since the day her mother had left. Because she had thought, that one day, she might go and live with her. So she would always be ready.

She paused at the photo of her and Seth on her wall. That was when she finally started crying. She took it of the wall.

Finally.

Then she put it in her suitcase, and buried it under her clothes.

She didn't even notice that her sweaters to touching her t-shirts.

She just picked up the suitcase and ran down the stairs. Her father was waiting for her, an ashamed look on his face.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry." He apologised. "I didn't mean it. You can keep it. You can do whatever you want. Just stay here. Please baby?"

She shuddered at the word "baby." She didn't think she would stay. She had to go.

"I'm sorry daddy," she said softly. "I can't stay. I have to go. Bye daddy." She softly kissed his cheek, and left, out the front door, without one look back.

Only when she was out in the street she realised.

She had only one place to go.