Chapter 23

Summer banged her fists on the door; careful not to ruin her newly polished manicure she had just gotten done that week.

Hands placed stubbornly on her hips in a classic Summer pose, tapping one blood-red 3inch heel impatiently, she looked up expectantly, as Marissa swung open the door.

"Sum hey –"

But Summer just pushed right passed her without so much as a hello.

She headed straight for Marissa's closet and once reaching it, turned around to face her confused best friend.

"Coop, this is like an emergency. A fashion emergency!" She threw her hands up in the air melodramatically.

Marissa smirked.

She knew Summer well enough not to question her. So she just stood there, waiting for Summer to continue.

"Seriously, I like need the biggest favour… like ever!"

She paused briefly, biting her bottom lip in a pleading way.

"Coop, I need the dress."

Marissa raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Sum, you want the dress?"

Summer nodded earnestly.

"I wouldn't ask, but like I said this is a –"

"Emergency, I know." Marissa finished for her.

She studied her best friend closely, which made Summer feel surprisingly uncomfortable.

"What?" she demanded.

Marissa's jaw dropped with realization.

"No…you…you really think…wow."

"What?" Summer insisted, scrunching her forehead in confusion. She was beginning to get flustered now and she really didn't have time for Marissa's ramblings.

"Sum, you want the dress. God, he must be the one."

"What are you talking about?" Summer pretended to act clueless, but inside she was in total panic.

"Don't you remember the promise we made when we bought the dress? Well, the dresses." She stressed the last word.

Summer grimaced. "God, we were like fourteen. So naive and so incredibly stupid."

"I don't think so." Marissa said slowly. She was still continuing to study her best friend and finally as her eyes locked with Summer's she grinned.

Summer tried her hardest not to think of the day that Marissa and her went shopping to buy the dresses, but it all came flooding back before Summer could even block it out.

They had gone to the mall as usual, and once inside one of the vintage shops they had never ventured into before (and that was a rarity), they had found two identical dresses in the back. Two gorgeous Grecian style, pearl pink dresses that flowed around you like a cloud when you walked. The moment they set eyes on the two dresses, the only two of it's kind, they had both fallen in love. Giggling childishly, they both made a pack with each other. As the dresses were two sizes bigger than the dress size the two girls were at the time, they decided to buy them anyway and would only wear them when the time was right. When and only when, they were in love and when the dress would fit them perfectly. That was the strong indicator they were in love. Up until now, neither Summer nor Marissa had worn the dresses. They had almost forgotten about it. Marissa had kept Summer's dress and Summer had kept Marissa's so that whenever they ever felt the "need" to wear the dress, the other would be the first to know about it.

"Groan! That is like the biggest cornball story of the century."

"Yet, you want to wear it." Marissa grinned to herself.

"God Coop, give me a bucket. I'm only wearing it 'cause…" She stopped mid sentence. Why was she wearing it?

"Anyway…I'm trying it on."

Marissa gestured with her hand to let Summer look through her wardrobe, leaving a giddy Summer clapping her hands together in glee.

As she searched through Marissa's walk in closet she came across the dress. It was hidden right in the back and looked just as she had bought it. Perfect. Never been worn.

Summer took it out and carefully placed it on Marissa's bed, handling it as if it were fragile.

She heard a sharp intake of breath beside her as Marissa observed it.

"Oh my god, I'd forgotten how beautiful it is."

Summer smiled mischievously.

Perfect, this dress was perfect for him. God, she hoped it fit.

She turned to go to Marissa's bathroom, and noticed that her hands, holding the dress, were shaking slightly. Marissa seemed to notice as well.

"It's going to fit Sum." She said reassuringly.

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After what seemed like forever, after Marissa had given up pacing up and down in front of the bathroom door, deciding on camping out on her bed and flipping half-heartily through glossy magazines instead, she heard Summer groan.

"Oh god." She heard her mutter.

Marissa's head snapped up from the article of Paris and Nicky Hilton she wasn't really reading.

"What? Shit…doesn't it fit?" She said quietly, biting her lip.

"Oh, it fits."

Marissa watched, sitting up a little in anticipation, as Summer twisted the door handle and revealed herself.

Summer stood awkwardly, unsure of herself, leaning on her side.

"Wow. Just wow." Is all Marissa could muster.

"I look…frumpy." Summer complained.

Marissa couldn't help but laugh.

"Frumpy? You've got to be kidding me,"

"It's totally hot. Seth is going to die when he sees you."

"Not exactly the reaction I'm going for." Summer pouted.

"It's scary. It actually fits." She practically whispered, smoothing the dress down with her fingers.

"Course it does."

Summer positioned her self in front of the mirror, and stared at her reflection, trying desperately to find faults.

"No…no…eww…look at this." She pointed to her waist.

"It defiantly makes me look frumpy." She confirmed.

"Summer, you look stunning! You're just trying to find faults. You always do that."

"What do you mean always?"

"Sum, you need to admit it to yourself."

She turned to Marissa, her hands again placed firmly on her hips.

"Admit what Coop? I do not want the movie-script ending! Eww…how pathetic. Look…I better be going."

Marissa smiled slightly. She hadn't even mentioned Seth, or anything about a "movie-script ending" and still, Summer reacted as if she had.

She bent down and grabbed her shoes off the ground, and placing her self on the edge of Marissa's bed, reached down to put them on.

Marissa sat behind her and stroked her hair.

"Where's he taking you?"

"Uh…I'm meeting him at the pier." She didn't know how to explain that she just needed to be there. She didn't even know if Seth would really be there but somehow she knew. God, she couldn't believe she was going with her gut instinct. What if she turned up and he wasn't there? How humiliating would that be? No, Summer didn't even think of that possibility. This was the new her.

She got up quickly and hugged Marissa.

"Thank you…"

"For what Sum? Have fun okay? Oh wait…"

Marissa grabbed her camera from her bedside table and took a quick snap of Summer when she hadn't realized.

"Coop!"

Marissa laughed.

As Summer reached the door, she stopped, hesitating and turned back to Marissa.

"Oh Coop, you're right. I admit it,"

"I love him."

And with that she breezed out the door, and headed for her car.

"Cohen, here I come."

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Summer forced her hands to stop shaking. God, why was she so nervous. It's Seth Cohen.

She shook her head and took a deep breath before shutting her car door and walking down the wooden bridge of the pier.

Then, she saw it. Summer Breeze.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Seth, dressed in a suit and tie, sitting beneath it, his hair blowing wildly in the wind, making it, if possible, even messier than it had been before.

She had no idea why she had felt the need to dress up, but once she saw Seth, she was overwhelmingly relieved she wasn't the only one dressed up.

Seth was staring out at the sea in front of him, absorbed and entranced by it. He had only noticed Summer was there when he heard her heels coming towards him.

Seth looked up, and Summer smiled to herself as she watched his jaw drop.

A glossy curl loosely fell down her face as the wind played with her hair, tousling it gracefully about.

Seth suddenly felt his mouth grow dry. God, he couldn't speak. She looked…just wow.

As Summer neared closer to Seth, he swallowed, trying desperately to get words out.

"Hello Sunshine." He managed, as she came within earshot.

"Hello good looking."

The shock on Seth's face made Summer laugh out loud.

"You do look mighty fine…is that so hard to believe?"

"Uh yeah, Summer it is." He sounded perplexed.

"You look…you look…oh god do you know what? I've never had trouble with words. Ever. This is what you do to me Summer Roberts." He said, trying to sound pissed but he just couldn't help grinning.

Wordlessly, he reached out for Summer's hand and led her away from Summer Breeze and towards the beach.

"Seth -." She began to argue but Seth just put a finger to her lips to hush her.

She tried her best to look indignant, but instead quickly kissed his finger.

That did the trick. He let go and pulled her in close to kiss her, but stopped instead when his pocket began to vibrate.

"Shit…sorry." He muttered, but Summer just smirked.

Turning his head away from her to answer his phone he muttered a few "yes's" and "uh huh's" and "okay's" before hanging up.

"Who was-"

"Hey don't make me shush you again." He warned, waving his finger threateningly.

Summer rolled her eyes.

"Lead on." She gestured with her hand.

As they reached the entrance to the beach, Summer stopped and reached down to take off her heels.

Seth, looking shocked at this uncharacteristic move, questioned her.

"Uh, Summer-" he began as she continued to walk, leaving her expensive shoes behind her.

"What Cohen? Who needs shoes on the beach?"

Seth soon caught up to her and moved in front of Summer, grabbing her hand again.

"Hey, I'm meant to be leading you."

Using his hands to cover Summer's eyes, he led her forward, whispering in her ear.

"Do you trust me?"

She tried to peak out of Seth's hand but Seth stopped her, slapping her gently on the arm. "No peaking!"

He was smudging her makeup, and causing her to trip over whatever was on the sand, but Summer didn't care. She was unfazed. What seemed to bother her a few years ago, really didn't matter anymore.

"I trust you, Cohen….'cause you know that I have the ability to kill you. Rage blackouts really come in handy."

"Never mess with those rage blackouts." Seth muttered.

Then, he suddenly stopped Summer.

"Okay, I'll let you open your eyes. On the count of three…"

"Get a move on Cohen."

Summer's heart was racing, but she would never have admitted that to Seth in that moment.

"Patience is a virtue Summer. Okay, ready…."

"Surprise." He whispered into her ear as he lifted his hands away from Summer's eyes.

She blinked rapidly to clear her vision from the blur that was Seth's sweaty palm.

Before her, overlooking the shore, was a table set for two surrounded by rose petals, waiter included, with a stage and mini dance floor.

"Seth…oh my god."

At that moment, the waiter came over, looked straight at Summer and in a thick French accent said,

"Table for two Madame?"

A/N. Yeah, I know…A lot of fluff! Hehe but how could I not? I was just so sick of making Seth so angsty, I had to have some sweet, corniness to cover for it! Lol. Thanks so much for the reviews guys! They make my day : ) I'm going on a holiday this Sunday to Vanuatu (oh my god yay!!!! So exciting!) so I won't be able to update until I come back (I'm gone for a bout a week) and the next chapter will be the last! Aww sad! Hehe I don't want to let it go! But yeah, hope everyone has an awesome new year! And parties hard hehe…till next time : ) please review!