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"Alright and that's a wrap for today. Summer, may I have a word with you," the director called as they finished shooting for the day.

"Sure."

"Listen, I know that you're going through a hard time. Some of the crew told me that your engagement ended and everything so I do feel very sympathetic but-,"

"Great a but."

"But I feel like you're not putting your everything into this film anymore. I know this must be hard on you, but if you could try to leave personal matters off the set and just focus then hopefully we won't have a repeat of today's work."

"Ok. I'm sorry. I know today didn't go very well. I made us do several takes over for stupid things. I'll try to keep my head in it more. I'm sorry," Summer apologized.

"It's fine. Really, don't worry about it. But thank you. It will be greatly appreciated once we're back in the swing of thing."

Summer nodded, "Well I guess I should-unless you're not finished…"

"Oh course. You're free to go."

"Thanks," Summer replied and walked to her trailer.

Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later.

"K.C. go away," Summer shouted without getting up from her chair.

"Actually it's me."

"David? What are you doing here?" Summer asked opening the door quickly.

"Hey, I wanted to check up on you."

"Um…thanks," Summer said uncertainly.

"I haven't seen you in a while and I heard about the whole…situation. So here I am. Plus, I've got this press conference thing for my new movie so you know how it is. But more importantly, I'm here to see you. Make sure you're alright,"David smiled.

Summer smiled her first genuine smile in over a week, "Thanks. You want to come in?"

"Sure. Thank you. It feels like it's been forever since I saw you last," David grinned, hugging her.

"It feels like it's been forever since I've seen anyone."

"How are you?" he asked seriously.

"I'm…well there's no point in lying. I'm miserable," Summer confessed.

"Look, on the bright side. Three more weeks and you're out of here."

"That's the bright side? Three more weeks and I have to go home and face Cohen and our empty apartment. Coop told me he's been like living at his parents. I really doubt he'll want to stay at our place once I'm back."

"No, come on. Three more weeks and you can go home and get back together with him. You have to stay positive."

"I called him and he told me not to bother," Summer said sadly.

"What? Seth said that? That doesn't sound like Seth."

"Well he said it so I guess that's what he sounds like now."

"No, I-I don't believe that," David said shaking his head.

"I've left at least four hundred messages. I've explained over and over again that I'm sorry and that I was wrong. I told him I was stupid to think that I had any feelings for anyone else. I've apologized so many times that I don't think I know how to say anything else anymore. Then one day, he picked up the phone and told me to stop calling and stop leaving messages. He said to give him some space. I needed some space before and now it's his turn. I tried to apologize while I had him on the phone and that's when he told me not to bother and hung up," Summer explained.

"Aw Sum, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, you, me, and everybody else on the planet…except for K.C. He really doesn't seem to be sorry about anything and his so called feelings for me, his love and devotion, are gone now. He's eating up the press and suddenly doesn't feel anything for me anymore, which doesn't really surprise me."

"Damn, I will-," David started to threaten.

"Don't worry about it. I got him back already. I kneed him today…several times actually," Summer smiled slightly.

"You kneed him?"

"We were filming our last love scene. It didn't go so well. I think the crew got pissed. I got even though…and K.C. got hurt…several times…the last time he almost cried."

"Oh so you kneed him during the love scene," David said catching on.

"Accidents do happen," Summer smirked. "All of that rolling around and what not on a bed? Sometimes you have no control over your limbs and where exactly your knee goes."

"Oh ouch. Summer you dirty little vixen," David laughed. "You certainly know how to fight back."

"Like I said, accidents happen."

"So the K.C. front is going okay then?"

"K.C. front is non-existent…other than for torturing…but that's fun."

"And the Seth front is…," David trailed off.

"Well you know the story now. I figure you can piece it together."

"But you seem to be doing…ok, I think."

"This is the best day I've had yet. Lots of K.C. kicking is good for the healing process…of course, there was that break down this morning…and the one during my lunch break…and during dinner…but right now, I'm feeling breakdown free, which means I'll have one less today than usual," Summer smiled sadly as her eyes watered up.

"Sum, come here," David said, wrapping his arms around her as she broke down.

"Damn it. I thought this was a good day," Summer said sniffling as she regained control again.

David smiled slightly before hugging her again.

"Well it's getting late. I need to go get some rest and don't you have like press conferences," Summer teased.

"All day tomorrow, but I guess I can always go visit Jennifer."

"She came here with you?"

"Yeah, she quit her old job so now she goes with me pretty much everywhere," David grinned.

"She quit her job for you?" Summer asked, her eyes welling with tears again.

"Yeah, why? Oh God, did I? Should we not talk about this? I'm sorry," David apologized.

"No. It's fine. That's just…that's really good for you guys. I'm happy for you both."

"Sum-,"

"Listen we should get out of this stupid trailer. I've got some sleep to catch up on and you've-you've got your fiancé waiting so we should definitely get going."

"Sum, Jen said it was ok if I wanted to talk to you for a while."

"No, it's cool. You should go. I'm fine. I'm really tired. I need to catch up on my sleep. Thanks for coming to check up on me. I'm fine, really. Thank you," Summer said getting up and leading him out of her trailer.

They walked to their cars in silence.

"Well thanks again for coming to visit. I'm glad we got to catch up some. I miss you, ya know," Summer smiled slightly before hugging him.

"I miss you, too. Take care," David replied before getting into his car and driving off.

Summer went back to her apartment and flopped down on the couch. She knew she wouldn't catch up on her sleep. She couldn't sleep. So she turned on the TV for her new late night routine of shows to watch before she would eventually drift off around 5am and then wake up at 6 to go back to the set.

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The next two weeks, went by slowly. Summer and Seth seemed to be caught up in the same routine they'd each fallen into. Neither really slept and they were both running down on energy. Summer kept falling apart at the worst times on set. She even missed two days because she couldn't find the strength nor will to get out of bed. Seth moved out of the apartment. He made Marissa call Summer to tell her he was moving back in with his parents. After Marissa's phone call, Summer fell apart even more often. She kept getting worse and it was really starting to affect her work, but luckily they were set back by just two days and had only a week left to film.

However, during the last week of filming, Summer stopped coming to work all together. She missed six consecutive days and the studio was getting fed up with her. They decided it was time to call him for some help.

Today for the first time since the airport fiasco, Summer did not wake up crying. Instead, she just stared blankly at the ceiling, too absorbed in her own brooding to notice someone walking in.

"I wouldn't have believed this if I wasn't standing right here staring at the biggest train wreck in all of Hollywood history."

"Jerry? What are you doing here?" Summer asked from her spot in bed.

"Saving your ass from getting fired. What are you doing here?"

"I work here."

"Well you're doing a bang up job working while you stay in bed and wallow in self-pity," Jerry said sarcastically.

"So they called you."

"They called me," Jerry confirmed.

Summer nodded slowly.

"I can't believe this. Look at you! You're a mess. God, please don't tell me I need to call in the big guns," Jerry sighed before tilting his head back and groaning in frustration.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the big guns, the big ol' back-up," Jerry said as if that explained it but judging from Summer's expression she still had no clue. "Your best friend, Marissa Cooper ring a bell?"

"Coop? You brought Coop here?" Summer asked almost brightening up.

"What is this? Depression?" Marissa asked stepping into the room.

"Coop! You're here!"

"Yeah and you're…wow, Sum, you're really not looking so good," Marissa said, looking concerned.

"That's because I'm not so good. I screwed up, Coop."

"No shit. Everybody does once in a while," Jerry scoffed.

"Not helping, Jer," Summer glared.

"Right. Sorry."

"Yeah, you screwed up but that doesn't mean you need to…well die or something," Marissa muttered, taking a seat on her best friend's bed.

"I lost him, Coop. I lost Cohen…for real this time. He moved out. He's done with him," Summer said barely above a whisper.

"Sum."

"Enough of this crap," Jerry sighed. "Look, Summer. You screwed up. Everyone makes mistakes, but some people have the balls to fix their mistakes. You get what I'm saying?"

"I don't think I can fix this, Jerry," Summer said sadly as tears sprang to her eyes.

"Well you could at least try. I mean for starters, you could get out of this stupid bed, take a shower, go to work, get paid for actually doing your job, and then stop this dumb depression by going home to Newport and begging him for a second chance."

"Not exactly the sympathetic, helpful speech we talked about, Jerry," Marissa warned through a tight smile.

"Screw the sympathies. This girl doesn't need sympathy. She needs to get real. She needs to be herself again!" Jerry exclaimed.

"Jerry-," Summer started.

"Do you remember when you came in my office looking for an agent? You were a nobody, just another cute little rich girl looking for fame. Do you even know why I took you on as a client? You had something. Talent? Not exactly. You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag when you walked in my door," Jerry ranted.

"Jerry," Marissa warned.

"You weren't that talented. You weren't the most gorgeous girl ever, granted you are very pretty…not so much now with the puffy eyes and the bags under the puffy eyes and the blood-shot ness of the eyes and the whole anorexic I haven't truly eaten in weeks look," Jerry went on.

Marissa cleared her throat.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, you had no talent! But you had confidence. You had spunk. You knew what you wanted and you knew you'd get it. The Summer Roberts that I first met was infamous for her rage blackouts, short temper, and quick wit. The Summer Roberts I see now is just another Hollywood sweetheart, another one who's gone soft for the sake of the public eye and lost herself," Jerry continued.

"That's ridiculous," Summer spat.

"Actually he may have a point. You were never America's sweetheart material until Hollywood made you that way. In high school, you'd never take any crap from some guy and you'd never let anyone stand in the way of the guy wanted," Marissa pointed out.

"Coop!"

"Summer, you used to make men wish they were never born for approaching you if they didn't rub you the right way. Bitch? Hell yes but God love you for it. Where's the bitch now? Crying in her bed over her broken heart? Bitches don't do that. They go and get their guy, don't take no for answer, and then find the guy who screwed it up for them and tell him to stick it where the sun don't shine. In fact, you'd probably stick it there for him!" Jerry said, getting very into his speech.

"Yeah, so come back, apologize, and get Seth back. Have your little reunion and then God help K.C. the next time you run into him," Marissa grinned, shaking her head.

"God help him? Are you kidding me? God should leave that boy be. What's Satan's is Satan's! Next time, you see Mr. Armen you should beat the hell out of him! Break that little bastard!" Jerry shouted, getting even more into this.

"You're right," Summer said confidently. "Except I torture K.C. all the time. Breaking the little bastard has been going on every time we do a scene together…unless I fall apart crying…but you're right, sitting around crying all day and getting fired isn't going to get Cohen back. I have to do it myself. I have to make him forgive me. I have to make him understand. And then I have to beat the shit out of K.C. some more!" Summer exclaimed, jumping up on her bed to stand.

"Yeah! Kill him!" Jerry yelled jumping up on the bed with her.

"Yeah! That bastard screwed me over! And now I have to work harder than ever to get Cohen back!"

"Yeah! Do it!" Jerry punched his fist in the air.

"I'm gonna do it!"

"Yeah!" Jerry shouted.

"Hell yeah!" Summer shouted back.

"Uh guys," Marissa said slowly.

They both stopped and looked at her.

"I think you're a little crazy," Marissa said, looking almost fearful.

"Oh right. Sorry," Summer said plopping down into a sitting position on the bed.

"Yeah. Sorry," Jerry muttered stepping down off the bed.

"Ok," Marissa replied, taking a deep breath.

"So what are you going to do now?" Jerry asked.

"Take a shower," Summer replied, getting up off the bed.

"Good thinking," Marissa laughed.

"So, Jer, you ever think about motivational speaking?" Summer teased as she began gathering her clothes and things for a shower.

"Shut up," Jerry muttered.

"Hey, I'll pack a bag for you while you're in the shower," Marissa said as she began searching for a suitcase or something for Summer.

"Thanks, Coop."

"Wait a bag. What about work? What about your job? You can't just leave now," Jerry strung together quickly.

"Chill," Summer instructed. "I'll go on set today, do some scenes, talk it over with the producer, and see if I can't get the weekend off to set my life back on track."

"Get the weekend off? You just took like six days off!"

"More like 5 and a half. Today's day six," Summer shrugged.

"This is crazy! You have a career! You're almost done with this stupid film!"

"Exactly, they won't fire me now with a week left."

"You're unbelievable," Jerry mumbled, shaking his head.

"Yeah I know. Thanks for the whole pep talk, Jer," Summer laughed as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Does she even realize what she's doing?"

"I doubt she cares," Marissa laughed, finally finding a suitcase for Summer's things.

"And you're just going to help her pack everything up and leave?"

"That's the plan."

"Unbelievable," Jerry cursed.

"You did a nice job with the talk thing. Even better than what I had planned," Marissa smirked.

"I hate women," Jerry said flatly before flopping onto Summer's bed.

(AN: Yes, I know there was little Seth Cohen interaction and such but this chapter I had to focus on Summer and how she needs to get her life back on track and be Summer again! And all I can say about that is IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME! So I hope you enjoyed this little chapter and I promise I'll update again soon but the big scene between Seth and Summer needs a little reworking so I couldn't post it today. Keep on reading!)