The college vibe was sweet and Seth felt much more in a groove than the rut of High School as he went through his morning ritual. It wasn't much changed from his time in High School, coffee and bagel in hand, as he walked through the permanent sunshine of California to approach the cute brunette smiling at him from across the quad.
"Summer, my dear!" he gushed, reaching forward to kiss her without spilling his cafe latté.
"Cohen, so very much the person I wanted to check my Psych homework!" beamed Summer.
"You want me to mark your work?" he looked sceptical.
"Sure, why not?"
"I'm your boyfriend, Summer, not your teacher," Seth clarified, "although wouldn't it be naughty if I was both?"
"Ew!" she slapped his arm lightly, nearly sending his bagel onto the sidewalk. "Seriously, I can't fail my next test and I never really took notes for High School so I need someone that, like, liked taking notes," she pleaded.
Taking a bite from his bagel Seth squinted, melodramatically considering Summer's predicament. After a few thoughtful chews and a well-mused swallow, he turned to her gesturing dramatically with his bagel-filled hand.
"How can I turn down a damsel in distress?" he asked generously.
Summer grinned as they started walking.
"I would like to point out however that I never LIKED taking notes.. They just liked me taking them. Much like you do!" he sniggered, bounding to hold the door open for her as Summer's eyes widened and her hand covered her face as she ignored the strange looks randoms in the hall were giving her.
"Should I cut my hair?"
"Huh?"
Momentarily shocked from her reverie of embarrassment Summer looked over as Seth twiddled pieces of hair through his fingers, trying to pull them long enough to see.
"The Jewfro," he emphasised, "Has it seen better days? Is it X-filing its way into obscurity? Or is it more like some cult hit that though not popular is respected from afar?"
"You definitely don't need to cut the medication," she smirked, twisting her fingers through the "fro" in question to pull him in for a kiss. Pushing a folder into his chest, she kept her face close punctuating her next sentence with a quick kiss before sauntering down the corridor to .
"Psych. Don't forget to mark it."
A slightly flustered Seth stood motionless in the hall looking after her, finally he regained the ability to talk.
"Whatever you say, ma'am," he finished with a little salute and nearly walked into someone as he stumbled into American Literature.
Summer liked to think that she fitted in at college. At first she had been worried, although she would have never admitted that to anyone, not even Seth. College was for smart people, people who did their homework and handed in extra credit assignments, Summer had pretty much gotten through High School on her looks and her personality. But whatever brief anxieties she had been plagued by Summer had found that college was a lot like High School and she was a lot more like the smart people than she had thought. Things might not come to her as quickly as they did to Seth, but with a little hard work and a little support, she was making it and things were good.
"Hey, Coop," she smiled grabbing a seat next to Marissa in the lecture hall. Summer wasn't really surprised that Ryan and Marissa had ended up at the same college as her and Seth. Marissa, no matter how much Summer loved her, was too co-dependant and insecure to head off on her own and Ryan was pretty much doomed to go wherever Seth picked not wanting to cause anymore fuss for the Cohens than was inherent with children going to college.
"Summer, how are you?"
"Good, better even-"
Summer was interrupted as her cell phone rang, looking around apologetically although the lecture hadn't technically started she punched the "answer" button and brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
A buzz sounded to everyone around her. Marissa watched as Summer's face visibly fell, her eyes misting and throat choking.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh. Bye." she stumbled over the words, long pauses inbetween.
"What's wrong?" gasped Marissa.
"My mom's dead," Summer sounded like she was trying out the words, as if she wasn't quite sure how they would sound coming from her mouth. "My real mom."
"Oh, honey.." Marissa reached out a hand to Summer's shoulder but she was already stretching for her bag, pulling together her things and striding for the door face again covered by her hand.
"Summer, my dear!" he gushed, reaching forward to kiss her without spilling his cafe latté.
"Cohen, so very much the person I wanted to check my Psych homework!" beamed Summer.
"You want me to mark your work?" he looked sceptical.
"Sure, why not?"
"I'm your boyfriend, Summer, not your teacher," Seth clarified, "although wouldn't it be naughty if I was both?"
"Ew!" she slapped his arm lightly, nearly sending his bagel onto the sidewalk. "Seriously, I can't fail my next test and I never really took notes for High School so I need someone that, like, liked taking notes," she pleaded.
Taking a bite from his bagel Seth squinted, melodramatically considering Summer's predicament. After a few thoughtful chews and a well-mused swallow, he turned to her gesturing dramatically with his bagel-filled hand.
"How can I turn down a damsel in distress?" he asked generously.
Summer grinned as they started walking.
"I would like to point out however that I never LIKED taking notes.. They just liked me taking them. Much like you do!" he sniggered, bounding to hold the door open for her as Summer's eyes widened and her hand covered her face as she ignored the strange looks randoms in the hall were giving her.
"Should I cut my hair?"
"Huh?"
Momentarily shocked from her reverie of embarrassment Summer looked over as Seth twiddled pieces of hair through his fingers, trying to pull them long enough to see.
"The Jewfro," he emphasised, "Has it seen better days? Is it X-filing its way into obscurity? Or is it more like some cult hit that though not popular is respected from afar?"
"You definitely don't need to cut the medication," she smirked, twisting her fingers through the "fro" in question to pull him in for a kiss. Pushing a folder into his chest, she kept her face close punctuating her next sentence with a quick kiss before sauntering down the corridor to .
"Psych. Don't forget to mark it."
A slightly flustered Seth stood motionless in the hall looking after her, finally he regained the ability to talk.
"Whatever you say, ma'am," he finished with a little salute and nearly walked into someone as he stumbled into American Literature.
Summer liked to think that she fitted in at college. At first she had been worried, although she would have never admitted that to anyone, not even Seth. College was for smart people, people who did their homework and handed in extra credit assignments, Summer had pretty much gotten through High School on her looks and her personality. But whatever brief anxieties she had been plagued by Summer had found that college was a lot like High School and she was a lot more like the smart people than she had thought. Things might not come to her as quickly as they did to Seth, but with a little hard work and a little support, she was making it and things were good.
"Hey, Coop," she smiled grabbing a seat next to Marissa in the lecture hall. Summer wasn't really surprised that Ryan and Marissa had ended up at the same college as her and Seth. Marissa, no matter how much Summer loved her, was too co-dependant and insecure to head off on her own and Ryan was pretty much doomed to go wherever Seth picked not wanting to cause anymore fuss for the Cohens than was inherent with children going to college.
"Summer, how are you?"
"Good, better even-"
Summer was interrupted as her cell phone rang, looking around apologetically although the lecture hadn't technically started she punched the "answer" button and brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
A buzz sounded to everyone around her. Marissa watched as Summer's face visibly fell, her eyes misting and throat choking.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh. Bye." she stumbled over the words, long pauses inbetween.
"What's wrong?" gasped Marissa.
"My mom's dead," Summer sounded like she was trying out the words, as if she wasn't quite sure how they would sound coming from her mouth. "My real mom."
"Oh, honey.." Marissa reached out a hand to Summer's shoulder but she was already stretching for her bag, pulling together her things and striding for the door face again covered by her hand.