A/N Thanks for the great reviews!I was a bitunsure if people would like it...so I'm glead that you do. Umm...the fab four will be included in later chapters. At the moment i'm focusing mainly on Seth, although Summer's about to come into it more now.

Seth lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were sore from crying, and his heart was still beating fast.

There was a loud knock on his door.

"Go away" he shouted.

Ryan walked in anyway, not really listening to what Seth was saying.

"I thought I said go away"

Ryan sat on Seth's bed, folding his arms.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Ryan asked.

Seth sighed, sitting up.

"I can't. It's not my place to say."

Ryan nodded, understandingly. He stood up again, unfolding his arms.

"Well if you want to tell me about it…" he said a little uncomfortably.

"Thanks" Seth said, lying down again.

Ryan walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. He shrugged at Sandy, who was waiting in the kitchen. Sandy was baffled. He was so sure that Ryan would have got it out of him.

Seth woke early the next morning, hoping to get out of the house before anyone else was awake. He threw some clothes on, grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

"Not staying for breakfast?" Sandy asked coming down the stairs.

Seth stopped, arching his neck in the air.

"No. I've got some stuff to do at school."

"Well if you wait a minute. I'll drive you." Sandy offered.

"It's ok. I'm going with Summer" he replied, walking out of the front door and slamming it behind him.

Seth walked to Summer's place, the quiet streets quite relaxing. He knocked on the door, and a sleepy Summer answered it.

"Cohen…do you know what time it is?" she asked whining.

"Yeah, sorry. I just…I had to get out of the house. Feel free to go back to bed, I'll just sit somewhere."

Summer frowned, stepping aside to let him in. Seth had changed so much lately. His full of energy, sarcastic nature had changed so quickly, it was scaring Summer a little. What had happened to her boyfriend?

"Did you talk to your mom?" she asked, sitting on her bed.

"Um…kind of."

"So you sorted it out?" she asked brightly.

Seth paused, shaking his head. He could feel his eyes getting watery again, but he pushed them back. There was no way he was crying in front of Summer.

"Seth…" she said worriedly. "Seth what happened?"

"I…I walked in on her doing it Summer. She had the razor in her hand, and there was blood all over her wrists. She tried to hide it from me…but I made her show me. And now, she's not talking to me, and Dad and Ryan want to know what's happening, but I can't tell them." Seth took a breath, relief washing over him. He had been waiting, needing to tell someone.

"Oh my God…" Summer said, throwing her arms around his neck.

He held her tightly, glad that he had told someone. A weight had definitely been lifted of his shoulders

After sitting there for a while, Summer said that she should really get ready for school.

"I'm going to have a shower…I'll just be a minute" she said, grabbing some things and going into the bathroom.

"Make yourself at home" she shouted from inside.

As the water began to run, Seth walked around Summer's house. He studied the pictures on the wall. Photos of a very young Summer. She was even beautiful then.

He walked into the kitchen, his eyes focusing on something in particular. The huge array of bottles in the cabinet. Seth knew Summer's Mom was a heavy drinker…but hey…so was his mom right?

He opened the cabinet slowly, his eyes washing quickly over the labels. He grabbed a bottle of vodka, which was a bout three-quarters full. Moving the other bottles around so it looked like nothing was missing; he closed the cabinet, just as he heard the water turn off.