I hope you liked the last chapter! I do realize it was slightly messed up and a little freaky but hey! Ha-ha I thought we needed some Seth in the picture so this chapter basically focuses on Seth's life six years after high school.

Dependent on the Plastic Horse

"Captain Oats, your lonely aren't you, you miss Princess Sparkles?"

Seth attempted to move the horses head "Right, I forgot you were plastic, your head can't nod"

"And this is extremely sad; I am a twenty four year old, god that sounds old, sitting at home, talking to a plastic horse, waiting for you to reply"

"You're not going to reply are you? No, I figured that much"

Seth Cohen placed Captain Oats beside his bed and stood up in front of his full length mirror.

He looked the same as he did in high school, curly brown Jew-fro, lanky figure but working on it he thought to himself, lopsided smile. He looked back at the horse he was so dependent on; he opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang. He looked a mess running through the house in his green robe over his Captain Oats boxers and his 'Have you Hugged This Shirt Today' top on and one slipper on his foot. His phone was nestled between the cushions on the couch.

He smiled when he saw the familiar number and flipped open his phone

"Hello you have reached the Seth Cohen mental asylum for those dependent on plastic horses"

Ryan's voice unsurely spoke back down the phone

"Seth, your not still talking to that horse are you?"

"Ryan how dare you. That horse has a name, that name is Captain Oats. What's up?"

"Ah, just ringing to tell you some news"

"That's great you know what? I can't stand living alone I have no one to talk to, I am alone in this big house by the beach with nothing to do, I just woke up five minutes ago and for that whole five minutes I spoke to a plastic horse, Ryan I need help man"

"You woke up five minutes ago? Seth it's half past eleven, it's nearly lunchtime"

"Dude, its Sunday, help me man, I have nothing to do"

"Who'd ever thought the psychiatrist would need help"

"Ryan just because I am a psychiatrist it does not mean I am mentally stable"

Ryan laughed "Seth, can I tell you about my news now?"

"Right sorry, the news"

"Marissa and I are getting married"

"Dude that's awesome! Glossy haired depressed girl and Brooding guy from Chino are getting together, finally"

"Seth" Ryan's voice warned him and Seth could almost sense the glare

"No man, that's awesome congrats"

"Than-"

"But Ryan, what do I do today? I've read all my comic books, played all my video games, I've actually worked, I even tided my kitchen yesterday. You know what I need?"

"No Se-"

Seth interrupted him once more "I need human interaction, like one on one Seth and an actual person time, not Seth and Captain Oats time, you hear what I'm saying?"

"Seth, call that girl from your practice"

"But Ryan I don't like that girl, that girl likes me, that girl is weird, I don't want to interact with a weird girl"

"Seth, you're the weird one"

"Right, point taken, I'm going to let you go now, and I'm going to do a role reversal and brood and feel sorry for myself for the rest of the day okay?"

"Okay Seth, Bye"

"See ya Man"

Seth flopped backwards on his bed and muttered to himself "Where's Summer when you need her" As soon as he said it he wished he hadn't because it sent him into a 'Brain clouded with Summer thoughts' stage. He left his phone on his bed and headed towards the one thing that made him sane. The Espresso Machine. Five minutes later Seth was standing on his balcony drinking his mug of coffee and flicking through the 'Entertainment' section of the newspaper.

Just as Seth was about to try to relax his phone began to ring again. Seth eyed his coffee deciding whether he should take the call. He muttered a quick "I'm sorry" to the coffee and raced off to his bedroom to find the phone. There it was where he left it amongst the blankets.

He glanced at the Caller ID; he turned to Captain Oats with a look of dismay on his face,

"It's the eyebrows" Seth pondered over whether he should answer or not for a few seconds before placing the phone in the pocket of his robe and walked back onto the balcony to find his coffee had cooled sufficiently.

Seth sat down on a wooden chair, and attempted to make himself comfortable; he decided to abandon his coffee and figured that no coffee was better than cold coffee. He flipped through the pages of the newspaper until a word caught his eye Summer's Taking the Fashion World By Storm; he froze momentarily when he saw her face. That was her face, after six years he saw her finally, but in the newspaper. She looked surprisingly the same; he skimmed his eyes over the article mainly about her new fashion label.

Little did Seth Cohen know, that if he had read the third to last paragraph he would have read a couple of sentences that would have shocked him.

"Summer Robert's a single mother of six year old daughter Ava continues to collaborate with fashion designers such as…"

But Seth Cohen put down the newspaper after reading the first two paragraphs and picked up his phone. He scanned through the phone book until it stopped on a name.

Summer Roberts.

He pressed the green 'call' button and waited. His heartbeat quickened, and his palms became sweaty. What was he doing calling her? After six years she probably didn't want to even speak to him, they had grown apart, they led two different lives. He couldn't hang up just yet though. He let the phone ring a couple times before pressing the 'end' button.

Summer Robert's was his everything when they were in High School, but she left Newport, she left her friends and she chose to go to New York. Seth Cohen tipped his head back and muttered quietly "Come home Summer, I miss you"

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