Disclaimer: Fox and Josh Schwartz still own everything and not me.

Summer ran through the airport. She didn't even know which gate to go to but she had to find Seth. She stopped for a brief minute to check the flight numbers. She had to figure out which gate or else she'd never get there in time. She willed her brain to stop swimming with thoughts long enough to find his flight information. Finally, she spotted the right gate number and darted down the hall.

"Miss, you can't-," one worker started to yell as she ran past.

"Ma'am stop!" another worker ordered.

"I'm Summer freaking Roberts! Deal with it!" Summer shouted without stopping.

A buzz erupted from the onlookers. Many people tried to see if she was actually the Summer Roberts.

"Miss Roberts," one other worker called.

"I have to get through. I have to stop him!" Summer exclaimed when a male worker stood in her path.

"You don't have a boarding pass or a ticket. You can't go any further," he explained.

"You don't understand I have to stop him! He can't leave! I love him!"

"Miss Roberts, please calm down," the man said as she began to cry.

"Damn it, Tim. Just let her through," a female worker said finally.

The man, Tim, stepped aside as Summer took off toward the gate.

She frantically searched for Seth's gate and found it just as a familiar curly-haired, lanky man headed to board.

"Cohen!" Summer shouted running up to him. "I love you," she said as he turned around.

"Um what?" the man who clearly wasn't Seth asked.

"Not you," Summer whined and ran to the desk where the woman had just finished announcing the final boarding call. "Excuse me, I have to talk to one of the passengers."

"No one is allowed on the plane without a boarding pass," the worker replied.

"Please, this is important."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Can you get him? His name is Seth Cohen. If you could just-," Summer started.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the woman said as they shut the door to the actual gate.

"No, please! You don't understand-," Summer tried again.

"I'm sorry, miss. The plane is preparing for take-off."

As soon as the woman said this the plane left the gate and started toward the runway.

"No! No!" Summer screamed and paced back and forth. "Can't you like call the plane back?"

"Miss-," the woman said, still trying to ignore Summer.

Summer paced back and forth in front of the desk before letting out a shriek and throwing her hands up in the air.

"Miss, please calm down or I will have to ask you to- Summer Roberts?" the worker finally looked at her.

"Yes. I'm Summer Roberts and I need you to stop that plane!"

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Roberts, but you're too late. I can't stop the plane now," the woman apologized sincerely.

Summer bit her lip and nodded as tears came to her eyes, "Thanks anyway."

She walked over to one of the empty chairs and sunk down in it. She buried her face in her hands and began to sob hysterically.

"Summer Roberts? Can I have your autograph?" a twenty some year old man asked taking the seat next to her.

She pulled her face from her hands and gave him a look that said 'do I look like I want to be bothered'. The man noticed she was crying and slowly stood up as she put her face back in her hands.

"Miss Roberts?" apprehensively asked the first man who had originally stopped her in the airport.

Summer gave him the same look as the man who asked for her autograph.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Roberts, but there's a man waiting for out by the security checks. He said he figured you were here and he shouldn't have let you get away," the man said still cautiously.

"He's still here," Summer grinned, wiping her tears and darting quickly to the security checks.

"Hey. I'm really sorry."

"Oh," Summer said, not afraid to show her disappointment.

"He left?" K.C. asked.

"I was too late," Summer said softly as tears came back to her eyes.

"I'm really sorry I screwed things up for you."

K.C. wrapped her in a hug as flashes went off around them.

"Oh my God!" Summer exclaimed pulling away from him. "This is unbelievable."

"Summer, I'm sorry. They just followed me here."

"And these people somehow just knew to follow you to the airport for that stunning photo opportunity? Just like those photographers just happened to follow you to that restaurant and they just happened to be there when you kissed me? You better pray to God that no more photographers just happen to be around anymore or else they'll be taking photos of me kicking the shit out of you! Stay away from me!" Summerexclaimed before she left him standing there alone.

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"It's over," Seth said as soon as he flung his bags on the floor in the doorway of his parents' house.

"Seth, honey," Kirsten soothed and wrapped her arms around him briefly before he pulled out of her grasp.

"What happened?" Sandy asked once they all sat down in the living room.

"She has feelings for him…or she might…she doesn't know," Seth answered simply.

"So that's it? She's confused and you're done?" Marissa asked in disbelief.

"That's not how it is."

"Then how is it?" Marissa asked bitterly.

"Shut up, Marissa. Just leave me alone! I just got dumped when you clearly said I wouldn't!" Seth shouted and stood up to leave.

"You dumped her dumbass!" Marissa exclaimed.

"Excuse me!"

"You're not deaf. Don't feel sorry for yourself when you just left and didn't even try to talk things out. Summer loves you! I can't believe you wouldn't even try to make it work," Marissa explained before storming out of the house.

"Why can't she see that for once I was the one who didn't screw up?" Seth asked angrily.

"Summer's her best friend. Marissa's going to stick by her even if she's wrong," Ryan said cautiously.

"Yeah well she is wrong."

"I know, man. I know….I'm really sorry about all of this, but I should-," Ryan indicated to the direction Marissa fled in.

"Yeah. Go take care of your wife," Seth laughed bitterly.

Sandy and Kirsten were both silent.

"So did I somehow manage to screw up again?" Seth asked dejectedly after a few minutes of silence.

"No. Maybe you could have talked things over but you didn't screw it up…she did," Sandy answered.

"I think you should call her," Kirsten said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"And say what exactly? I'm sorry you have feelings for another guy?"

"Seth,-," Kirsten said, clearly not liking his tone.

"I just don't understand how she can have feelings for K.C. He's such a tool."

"They've spent a lot of time together."

"That doesn't make it right or make me hurt any less," Seth responded sadly.

"You're right, son. It's not a good position on either side but you're certainly not to blame," Sandy said, clapping Seth on the back.

"I never said he was to blame," Kirsten jumped in.

"I know but-," Sandy started.

"Let's not do this now," Seth cut in. "I'm just going to go to the apartment…our apartment and…probably wallow in self pity…then maybe try to find a new job."

"That's the spirit. Don't let the woman hold you down," Sandy said happily.

Kirsten shot him a look before she said, "It's not over until you both say it's over. If you don't want it to be like this then it doesn't have to. I'm just saying that I think it would be best if you called her. You should talk to her…when you feel you're ready."

"Thanks, Mom…and Dad," Seth said as he left.

"So they're over?" Sandy asked quietly.

"Far from it," Kirsten replied confidently.

"Is that in a good way or a bad way?"

"I don't know…but I know it's not over."

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"So?" Ryan asked collapsing on the couch beside Marissa.

"So what?" Marissa asked after she set the phone back in its charger.

"What's the verdict?"

"She's upset."

"And?"

"And you want me to have this discussion with you right now? You think my best friend is a bitch and I think yours is an ass. We're on opposite sides," Marissa explained, trying not to get angry at Ryan.

"I don't think Summer's a bitch…I just have to feel more sympathy towards Seth in this situation," Ryan replied calmly.

"He broke her heart."

"She broke his. She has feelings for some other guy."

"No she doesn't. She was confused. A girl is allowed to be confused. K.C. kissed her and it's all over every magazine and tabloid out there. She was confused. He was nice to her and took advantage of that situation."

"And yet somehow she still thought she had feelings for him even after he tried to ruin her relationship with Seth," Ryan said harshly.

"She was a mess on the phone, ok!" Marissa snapped. "She was hysterical. She told K.C. that she didn't have feelings for him and to leave her alone. She went to the airport to stop Seth but just missed the plane. And now she is a complete mess!"

"Does Seth know that?" Ryan asked after a minute of letting everything sink in.

"Know what?"

They were both completely calm now.

"Does Seth know that she went to the airport to stop him?" Ryan clarified.

"I don't know…but it doesn't really matter. This time Summer's got to do the chasing….she knows she screwed up…but I don't think she knows how to fix it. The big romantic gestures were always Seth's territory."

"Yeah, because Seth was always the one to screw up," Ryan laughed.

"But this time it was her," Marissa said softly.

"So now she's got to do something about it."

Marissa nodded.

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"Have you talked to him?" Kirsten asked.

"No. I don't know what to say."

"I don't know either…just try to get him to open up. Tell him it's not the end of the world. He hasn't been back to their apartment for almost a week. He's completely avoiding the entire situation."

"What would you do? Would you want to live there?" Sandy asked.

"No…I guess not."

"Exactly…so I guess I should try to talk to him."

"I'm sure he could use a little pep talk," Kirsten smiled.

Sandy took a deep breath and walked into the living room. Seth was strung out over the entire length of the couch in his pj's that he'd been wearing for the last three days. His hair was an uncontrollable mess, sticking out in all directions. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which he hadn't. Sandy cleared his throat as he came into the room. Seth tore his eyes away from his videogame.

"How ya holding up, son?"

"Great. I'm fantastic. Never better. Why do you ask?" Seth gave him a fake smile.

Sandy just looked at him.

"Wanna play? It's that crazy ninja game as you like to put it," Seth offered.

"Sure," Sandy replied taking a seat.

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"What are you doing?" Kirsten asked, later that evening.

"I'm determined to beat this kid," Sandy muttered, completely focused on the game.

"You're not going to beat me, Dad. Just accept it."

"Have you had a chance to talk at all today?" Kirsten asked.

"Yeah, sure. We talked. I told him which buttons to press," Seth laughed.

"Honey, you've got to try this game," Sandy insisted, never taking his eyes from the screen.

Kirsten sighed and walked back out of the room muttering something about boys.

(AN: Don't worry more is to come shortly. I hate leaving things unresolved like this but both of them have to suffer a little loneliness first haha. Keep on reading and I'll keep on writing! Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you'd think of a new story about Summer once again being an actress but Seth being a big comic book guru and having Atomic County becoming a movie b/c who would be better to play a certain Little Miss Vixen in the movie than Summer Roberts? Think it's a good idea. Who's knows...oh well I'll focus on the Acting? Series for right now lol.)