Oh my god. I am so bad. That was not a one-shot. I am just the worst updater in the world. So, I was busy for 5 months, but now I am back with this Exam week. So I have…tonight, to write. Maybe if you want another chapter that badly, force it out of me. Oh, and I just write till' I will stop, my chapters have no logic, or ending. Whatever, I re-read the last chapter, something you should do too, its short, don't worry.
Now, when the first chapter was made, it was end of season 1. Now, we are what? 10 episodes into season 2? Let's just pretend that none of this season 2 happened. Block out season 2, and let's take a trip back in time, to the night of Julie and Caleb's wedding. (oh and by the way, I had MY idea of Summer finding something Seth was hiding WAY before episode 210 came out.)
"Did you see that?" Did I just see Aston Kutcher's pubes? Why isn't Cohen responding? "Co-" Oh. He's asleep.
This guy sure did have a lot of journals. I wonder how many Seth has? He doesn't have that many problems. And his is a nice navy blue one. It didn't have a lock. Does that mean he wants me to read it? Everyone private has a lock, but if he doesn't, then he is waiting for someone to read it. One peek won't kill anyone. I mean, I will see if it is something he wants to share, and if it gets personal, I will put it away.
Slowly, I lift myself out from under Cohen's arms. He looks like a baby when he sleeps, all curled up. I smile to myself.
Back in Seth's room, I am starting to feel guilty. My curiosity seems to overcome that though, because now the closet door is open. It must be in one of those boxes on the top. Why do I keep looking behind me?
I mount Seth's chair, and manage to not fall on the spinning seat and grab both boxes. They sure are heavy.
I sat on the floor and took the lids off each box. One was obviously from a while ago, and other is recent, containing the little blue journal. Something caught my eye in new box, it was a picture, but I figured I should start with the journal.
August 14, 1994I have just arrived at camp. Mom said if I get lonely I should write in you. So I am writing. I should go to bed now. Bye, I guess.
Wow, that was weird.
August 15, 1994I have never been alone this long. I miss mom and dad. But at least this gets me out of Newport for a while.
I decided to flip to another section.
May 22, 1997Happy Birthday. I am now 10 years old. Mom invited the Coopers over. Marissa won't be too happy. She'll have to spend the night with me. It is a Friday night too. I bet her and Summer would rather be making out with their boyfriends. What does she see in him?
Ha, Cohen had the hots for Coop, when he was 10! We had boyfriends when we were 10?
May 22, 1997 12:01am
Wow. I just had the best night of my life. Marissa had Summer over. Well, almost. She was at my house! Her driver came to pick Marissa and her up about 20 minutes into my "party". But still, Summer ALMOST stepped into my house. She must have seen me. I saw her. She was wearing a very short skirt and a pink tank top with a pony on it. With flip-flops. Nothing that special, but she still looked like a star.
Cohen had a crush on me? How long did this last?
August 23, 2000Today is her birthday. Marissa is having a party for her. Marissa never throws party, only gets invited to them. But Summer is special. Her newest boyfriend, Brad, number 22 on the Jr. water polo team got her money and a necklace, clearly he has no idea what she wants. I made her a CD with all my favorite songs with the word Summer in them. There is a picture of a pony on the cove. She will never get what I want to give. I will never be able to wish her a happy birthday. I will never get to show her the Summer Breeze. But today I took my first long solo trip, mom and dad didn't even know I left for the day. I wonder if anyone would.
I remember that birthday, Coop got me the cutest Jimmy- 1997? It has been 7 years?
"Summer! What are you doing up there?"
Uh-oh. He is coming up the stairs! I threw the things back into their boxes but I need to get them on the shelf- "I am naked!"
The footsteps stopped.
"Why are you naked? In my room. For the first time. Without me."
"Uh… Cohen, I, uh, I wet my pants. I just came to get some of yours." Without a sound I mounted the chair and put everything back in order.
I must have freaked him out, he is not talking. I can't change my story now, so I grabbed a pair of long boxers and put them on. Before I could finish,
"Somehow, I don't believe you" He came in. "Oh, man, it is true. Well, I had that problem up until I was, well just a little younger than now, but-"
"Water Cohen, I didn't pee my pants. But I guess you do."
"It is a common problem among the kids of today. The boys at camp loved that one."
I was about to tease him. He knew it too, and was waiting for me to say something. I have never been alone this long. I miss mom and dad. I stopped myself. "What was camp like? I always wanted daddy to take me to pony camp, but he said summer was "our time"."
"Camp was…camp was hell. So you can understand why it was the highlight of my year." He expected another comeback. I didn't give him it. "Come on, I'm hungry, let's get a snack." He took my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. Kirsten and Sandy were back from their dinner. They were looking at me.
"She peed her pants, it's not my fault." Seth explained why I was wearing his nightwear. I hit him as I giggled. "Water, urine, it all end's up to be the same problem."
They smiled. "It is getting late. I can set up the spare bedroom if you don't want to go home tonight Summer."
"That would be great." This is what I love about the Cohen's. They trust their son, they are one of the few people who trust me.
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We were watching The Daily Show. I wasn't paying attention, all I could think about, lying in Seth's lap, was, well, him. He really, really liked me. And I have been nothing but a bitch to him, for 7 years. 7 years he has liked me. Almost 8. I just found out he was even there.
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Why did that take me soooo long? Well, voila. This was fun, so maybe I will update more often. I still have a lot for this story, and tell me what you want to see in Seth's boxes.