Title: When It All Just Fits
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Obviously, its not ours.
Summary: Summer, scared at the intensity 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.
Author's Note: OK.We havent updated in forever. But we have new computrers and new ideas, so we're back on track.
Sorry this is short and kind of sucky. In the next chapter we promise sex and drama. And we're updating ourMediator series too.
"Actions speak it louder, so listen to your heart and your might say, that everything we got, we got it the hard way." -Mary Chapin Carpenter
The next four days passed without controversy, without pain, without drama. Summer kept a respectable distance from Seth, seeing him only when it was really neccesary. He spent time with Molly and she spent time with Ryan and Marissa.
It was almost sunset, on the fourth day after they had reutrned home for L.A. Summer had spent the day at the beach with Ryan and Marissa, but she declined to go out to eat with them for the fourth night in a row.
She parked her car in the Cohen's driveway, and almost went up to the room she was staying in. But then she remembered how gorgeous the sunset was from the Cohen's pool. So she trudged around the side of the house, pulled a lougue chair to the far side of the pool, and plopped down, facing the ocean.
She was just about to let herself get caught up in the sinking sun and the perfect silence, when she heard deafening music pierece her silence. It caught her so off guard she screamed.
Seth stepped outsideout of the pool house, laughing at her.
"Jesus, Cohen." she said. "What the hell is that?"
"Third Eye Blind. I hooked up some really loud speakers. This is what I do when no one else is home."
"Use your stuck in the 90's music to terrorize people?"
"Without the terror part."
He strolled over next to her, and sat down on the chair. "Hi."
"Cohen, can I ask you something?" she inquired, and then forged on without getting an answer. "What if I just go?"
"Go where?"
"Away from here. So you could be happy with little miss stuffy pants. I'm sure she'd be like the perfect first lady."
"You'd leave again?"
"You clearly don't want me here."
Seth opened his mouth to protest, but what could he say? The only things that came into his head were compoletely hypocritical and stupid. He did want her to stay, but he couldn't say that. But he didn't want her to think he wanted her to leave.
She was staring at him, her face contemplative, hopeful, and a little bit desperate. Seth couldn't think of a word to say, so he did the only thing he could think that made sense. He leaned in and kissed her.