Seth's POV
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I called Summer when she moved, asking for her address to write mail, not that I ever did. You can't really write out your feelings on paper.
So that's how I knew where she lived.
"It's this street" I told the taxi driver.
So now here I am, in front of Summer's door.
As I walk up I think of what to say.
'Hi Summer.'
Yah, that should cut it.
I rang her doorbell and waited to see her, surprised.
But I didn't see her, in fact, I didn't see anyone.
There were no lights on inside, no cars in the driveway.
I tried the house next door just to make sure but they said they had never heard of any Summer Roberts.
So here I am now, at a hotel, buying the next ticket available to Newport.
Monday.
Great, I get to spend two more days doing nothing.
Although,
It's not that much different then Newport.
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I tried Summer's house the next morning but she wasn't there. Then I decided I wouldn't go again, I would call her.
But when I took out my cell phone it had no battery
And my charger was at home.
Oh did I mention that my baggage got lost on the plane?
Good thing I always keep Captain Oats as a carry on.
So I'm summerless, have no clothes, no cell phone.
All in all everything's perfect.