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Chapter 3
"S-Summer what are you doing?"
"Being sexy!"
"Yes, Summer I see that." Seth said. After he had though, he blushed and hung his head.
It didn't faze Summer. By the time he'd gotten the second word out, she'd run out of the hallway and down the hall.
Seth slowly followed her, but sped up when he heard he gagging. He rushed to her, and held her hair as she keeled over the toilet once more, doing exactly what she set out for.
"What are you doing?" Summer ask Seth, alarmed. He could see it in her eyes.
"Leaving.." He said slowly, tugging at the bottom of a tee-shirt that said "Tough Guys Wear Pink" in Pink writing.
"No!" Summer yelled. " I - I mean.. you can't!"
"Why not?"
"Um.. Well.. Because! Do you really think you can leave me here all alone? I'm still have drunk! I mean, anything could happen! God, Cohen what are you thinking?"
"You must still be drunk if your begging me to stay." Seth muttered.
"Whatevs. Just get upstairs. Did you bring pjs?"
"Woah Summer. Pjs? I thought you just wanted me to stay longer not the whole night."
"Well, can you? I mean - " Summer was worried, and scared. It was on her face, and in her eyes, once again.
"No, yeah, sure. I'll go upstairs."
Summer nodded, watching him go, and then she slid against the door, and dropped to the floor, holding her knees. She started crying, softly at first, and then louder. She let it out, and didn't care if Seth heard her.
After a few minutes, Summer got it together, and walked up the stairs to the bathroom. She brushed the taste of vomit out of her mouth, and brushed out her hair. She put it up it a messy bun, and took off all her makeup. She took a deep breath, and left the bathroom, heading to her room.
Seth was on the bed, looking at one of Summers many scrapbooks, this one labeled "A Weekend At Coop's". He looked up as Summer walked in, and then back down at the scrapbook, smiling slightly at one of the pictures.
Summer stared at him. "Your on my side of the bed." She said flatly.
Seth stared at her back. "Your sleeping in that?" She was still wearing her bra and panties, but put on a normal robe.
Summer dropped the robe off her shoulders and stood infront of him in her skivvies. "Yep. Now move."
Seth scooted over, still jaw-dropped and Summer pulled the sheets back, slipping into bed. "Whats the time?" She murmered, and Seth checked the clock.
"1:17. Why?"
"Sleep."
"What?"
"Go to sleep!"
"Um.. 'kay. Where?"
"Here."
"I know, but where 'here'?"
"The bed 'here' dumbass."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not gunna bite Cohen."
"Yeah but.. nevermind." Seth put the scrapbook down, and turned off the light, and then he stayed stiff as a board.
"Are you sleeping in your jeans?"
"Yeah.."
"Take them off."
"What?"
"You'll be all unconfortable and ew. Take them off, and get under the covers."
Seth woke up, not knowing where he was. But then he remembered lastnight and what had happened. He shut his eyes again and then looked next to him. No Summer. He got out of bed, slipped on his pants, and went downstairs.
Summer was in the kitchen, cooking away.
"Smells good."
Summer turned around, a spatula in hand. She was wearing a ruffled black-and-white miniskirt, a black halter (because it was slimming), and a cute cooking apron that said 'I love to cook - so what?'
"Cohen! Okay, I called your mom, and explained to her what happened, and said it was okay. And, well, I wanted to cook you breakfast as a thank-you sorta thing. And - well, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask away."
"Will you stay with me until my Dad gets home? I asked your mom, and she said it was fine.. and she dropped off some clothes." Summer blushed. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
"Yeah, sure." Seth said, glancing over at the clock. It was quarter to 11 already, and he was starved. "So whens that food gunna be ready?"
"Right now, actually." Summer said, dishing Pancakes, Hashbrowns, Bacon, Eggs and Toast onto a plate. She handed it to him and poured him a glass of coffee. "Eat quick. We need to go shopping!"
"Summer, I think thats enough Snack Mix."
Summer dumped two more into the cart. "Fine." She muttered, and grabbed 3 toobs of pringles.
"Holy god Summer, whats up with you and eating?"
Summer looked up at him. In the cart were 5 bags of Snack mix, and now, 3 toobs of Pringles. They got two pineapples and 3 boxes of cookies. Summer had insisted on popcorn and hershey kisses too, but Seth had put back two boxes, of the three, of popcorn when Summer wasn't looking.
Summer took a deep breath. "Nothing. I just.. thought you ate alot."
"No one eats this much, Summer. Not even the 1000 pound man." Seth laughed.
"Yeah.. right." Summer said, as she put back two of the Pringles toobs, and three bags of Snackmix. She shoved the kisses on the shelves too, even though it wasn't in the right spot. Summer looked down at the cart again. Two bags of Snackmix, one toob of Pringles, no kisses, one pineapple.
"Come on, Cohen, we need to get something for breakfasts, lunches. More veggies."
So how was it? It wasn't much, I know, but i'll try to make it longer and better next chapter. Keep the reviews up!
