Thanks again for reviews :D luv them!! This chappie I'm not really happy wit but meh u get that!
To : i-luv-the-oc-and-smallville: hey u read my mind! lol in this chapter u c that the Cohen's r really pissed at Seth and worried but they just didn't show it much at first cos he just got of the hospital…but believe me Seth does have to pay for it! And yea they don't blame the whole thing on Ryan, that's just wrong and heaps mean but yea they were just trying to make him feel like he's a part of the family and… u kno? lol its hard to explain. Neway thanks for reviewing : )
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Chapter 11Summer fumbled around haphazardly behind her for the door handle.
Just as her hand connected with the round brass handle she hesitated momentarily, caught in the moment, as Seth kissed her furiously.
Growing impatient, she finally twisted the door handle and swung the door open as they backed into Summer's room, all the while never taking their hands off each other. They were kissing with so much passion that they couldn't even pull away from each other to breathe.
Summer reached down in hope of pulling off Seth's shirt, but with her eyes shut she awkwardly pulled at his pants, fingers wandering until they found what she was looking for.
Clumsily, Seth lifted his arms as she attempted to pull his shirt over his head, but she was having trouble. After a while, Summer gave up and Seth hastily pulled his own shirt over his head where it had gotten stuck.
Blindly, they stumbled around the room before they crashed into Summer's CD player.
Summer running her hands over Seth's bare chest, pushed him up against the CD player and smothered him with kisses all over his neck.
Summer pushed Seth into the stereo a little too eagerly, causing him to lean onto the "Play" button.
Their eyes snapped open as "The Killers" began to blast through the speakers, full volume.
"Mmm. Mood music." Summer whispered playfully.
Seth grinned, he never expected Summer to be into "The Killers", but nothing surprised him anymore. Especially when it came to Summer.
Ungracefully, they knocked into the CD player again and the music changed. Now "A lack of Colour" was playing.
Seth stopped dead in disbelief.
Summer, noticing Seth had stopped, frowned.
"Cohen…don't stop."
"Death Cab?" Seth asked incredulously.
"You listen to Death Cab?"
He studied her face carefully, watching as she slowly went pink.
"Yeah, so what? I started listening to it when you left." She was blushing now.
Suddenly, without a moment's hesitation, Seth kissed Summer with so much longing, Summer thought she'd pass out.
Pulling her own yellow spaghetti strap top off and tossing it on the floor, Summer reached up and wrapped her arms around Seth's neck to pull him on top of her on the bed.
She bit her lip seductively as Seth kissed her forehead.
"I love you." He kept saying, over and over.
The words spun around Summer's head, and she let slowly sink in.
She opened her mouth but stopped when her mobile phone vibrated on the mattress beside them.
"Shit…" she muttered, almost laughing.
"Don't answer it." Seth said quietly, grinning as he continued to cover her in kisses.
Summer smiled back, she didn't want this moment to end.
"I have to… what if it's my Dad? He could be coming home earlier. God, could you imagine? You want to be warned don't you?"
Seth grimaced, and Summer giggled at his reaction.
She cleared her throat before she picked up the phone, flipping the front open and answering, "Hello?" in her most innocent voice.
Seth smirked as he watched her.
"Oh, Coop. What's up?" Summer spoke, obviously disappointed.
She rolled her eyes at Seth giving him an "I'd much rather be doing you right now" look.
"What? Seth's here."
Seth's head shot up at the mention of his name.
It was a moment before Summer spoke again.
"Right, I'm coming now." And with that she hung up the phone and gave Seth a stern look.
He went to kiss her again but she stopped him and got up out of bed, reaching to the floor to grab her top.
Seth watched in confusion, as Summer got dressed. She even turned off the "mood music."
"Summer? Uh, you're going the wrong way."
She turned at the door to face him.
"C'mon, I'm taking you home."
She grabbed a pink Paul Frank jacket from her closet and flung it over her arm.
"God, was I really that bad?" He widened his eyes to give off the puppy dog look impression, pretending to be wounded.
Summer walked over to him, hit him over the head with her jacket and grabbed his hand leading him out of the door.
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Summer refused to tell Seth why she was taking him home. As they pulled up at the Cohen's, she jumped out as soon as she turned the engine off. Seth followed, pouting, completely baffled with Summer's behavior. Ok, so he had said before that nothing Summer did would surprise him anymore, but what was with this? Taking him home?
"Mr. Cohen, Mrs. Cohen… I can explain." Summer blurted out before Sandy and Kirsten could say a word.
Seth looked from his parents to Summer. What did she have to explain?
As he stole a glance at his parents, Sandy locked eyes with Seth.
Something about Sandy's expression made Seth feel guilty. He didn't even know why, but he felt his eyes fall to the ground.
"It's OK Summer really." Sandy said in a quiet, tired tone that caught Seth's attention. He sounded jaded. Jaded and pissed off.
He turned to Seth, and stared deeply into his eyes, as if he were trying to find answers in there.
"We had an interesting visitor today." Sandy said in a controlled voice. He sounded as if he was trying hard to hide the anger that was flashing in his eyes.
Summer stirred beside Seth.
"Zach told us some very interesting things."
Seth was lost for words.
Zach had come here? To his house? To talk to his parents? Who the hell did he think he was?
Seth clenched his hands as they began to tremble with fury.
He heard Summer mutter under her breath beside him, "What an ass."
Kirsten was the first to break the silence.
"Seth what were you thinking? You left here yesterday afternoon, didn't leave a note, nothing. You're gone all night, while your father and I are up thinking the worst has happened to you! Seth, we rang the police! What were you thinking?" She repeated again, her hands were shaking.
Sandy held her hand, pulled her in close and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cohen, I can explain…really." Summer spoke up.
Sandy waved his hand to silence her.
Defeated, Summer's eyes fell downcast.
"Look… I don't want to hear about what happened last night. Especially from some young man I have never met. I'm sorry Summer, you're going to have to leave," he turned to Seth, "And you're grounded."
Summer turned to Seth expecting him to be upset. But he had a nonchalant air that shocked Summer.
He looked up and asked casually, "Where's Ryan?"
"Seth, go to your room." Kirsten said wearily, avoiding eye contact with her son.
"Where's Ryan?" Seth repeated again. He was starting to panic. They did not kick Ryan out. They wouldn't.
As Kirsten continued to avoid eye contact, Sandy turned to Seth, his face softening a bit.
"He's in the pool room. Packing."