Title: When It All Just Fits
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Obviously, its not ours.
Summary: Summer, scared at the intesity of her relationship with Seth, left him four years ago. Since then she's been all over Europe. Finally, four years later, she wants to return home to Seth. Funny when she does, he's engaged. Not like that's going to stop Summer.
"There's nothing without you." -Mest
Summer Roberts turned on her heel and started back down the stretch of beach she had just walked. She was getting sand in her Manolos, but she didnt care.The warm breeze blew her dark, glossy hair in her face, but she didnt notice that either.
She had spent the last four years here, did she really want to leave? In desperation, she turned and walked towards the ocean. IT glittered so much under the stars, it looked fake. Summer sank down into the sand.
The last four years passed through her mind like a blur. Staying in different hotels all over Europe, living (quite nicely) off Daddy's credit card. But Daddy had given her an ultimatum. She could stay here, in Nice, or she could go home.
Back to Newport. Back to Seth. The reason she had left. After his boating accident. It was terrifying for her to see how scared she was, how much she needed him. So she left. And she still needed him. It was all so confusing. Going back to Newport... it would open up all that confusion again. She would stay.
Summer entered her suite in her beachfront Nice hotel. Her balcony faced the city, and she loved it. She picked up her cell phone to call her dad, and tell him she was here to stay. One new voice message. Fine.
"Hey Sum. I know today's the judgement day, and I'm not trying to sway you. But I think you should know. Seth's getting married. Two weeks. She's horrible Sum. She hates me, and Ryan. And Seth, he doesn't love her, he loves you. Unless he always whispers Summer in his sleep for no reason. Summer, this has to be your choice, but if you come home, I dont think he'll get married. But we'll love you no matter what. Call me."
Cohen? Getting married? To someone who wasn't her? She'd always had it in her mind that if she stayed, he'd come find her. There was a reason she hadn't hooked up with any cute European boys. She staggered out onto her balcony, and stared oiver the lights of Nice. They looked so.... fasle, misleading. It looks beautiful, but if you're not with the person who makes you happy, who cares how things look?
Beauty, fun, excitement. Without Cohen, she couldn't feel it. She ran inside and grasped her cell phone, and punched in the familiar number.
"Coop? Call my dad. Tell him to send a car to LAX. I'm coming home."
"Who was on the phone?" Seth asked Marissa, strolling back out to the pool.
"Um, Ryan!"
"Ryan's in the kitchen."
"Right, so I'll go confirm his um, phone call."
"You do that." Seth said to Marissa's retreating back. Sometimes, he just didn't get those two.
Marissa hurried inside, and grabbed Ryan. "That was Summer. On the phone."
"And?"
"She's coming back."