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, things are getting more dramatic, now so the more reveiws you leave, the faster we will update.

"She knew the crumpled up promise of this broken down man." –Matchbox Twenty

"I have to talk to Summer." Seth said. Ryan winced. Talk about a train wreck. But he knew nothing he could say would stop Seth, so Ryan let him go. No sooner had Seth left the pool house and set eyes on Summer, who was trying to talk to Hayley, than he was kidnapped by Molly.

"Darling!" she said with a slight edge to her voice. "Come and talk with my Aunt Carloyn. She came all the way from Palm Beach for the wedding." So Seth stood there, tight lipped and distracted, talking to Aunt Carolyn from Palm Beach.

Summer saw him out of the corner of her eye, and excused herself from Hayley. Seth saw her make a move toward the hosue, but Jimmy intercepted her. Seth started walking away from Molly and her family. He could hear Molly calling his name, but he held a hand to shut her up and followed Summer.

Halfway past the pool, Kirsten intercepted. She gripped Seth's upper arm painfully tightly. "We need to talk." She dragged him over to a table and said through gritted teeth. "I don't know what happened between you and Summer, Seth. But I can only judge from the pieces of conversation that I've overheard, I wouldn't be proud of you if I knew."

"Mom, you don't know what happened."

"Am I wrong?"

He averted his eyes. "I've got to apologize to her."

Kirsten watched him walk. "Seth?" she called.

"Yea?" he whirled around.

"Think really hard about what you say."

"Jimmy." Seth said, shaking Marissa's dad's hand. "How have you been?"

"Not too bad, Seth, Hayley's quite the special lady."

"Well, she's not all bad." Seth quipped, still weired out that Marissa's dad had ended up marrying his aunt. But whatever. That was Newport for you.

Seth locked eyes with Summer, who was standing on the other side of Jimmy. She turned and ran inside. Seth followed her.

She tore through the house and picked up Marissa's car keys. Seth grabbed his own keys, and followed Summer as she backed out of his driveway.

Summer just drove. She didn't really know where she was going, but she drove. She took the Pacific Coast Highway, and Seth followed her. After about 15 minutes, she pulled into a parking lot of a beach. He pulled up beside her.

Summer looked over at Seth, and put the key back into the ignition. "You can drive all night Summer. I don't mind following you."

She looked at him, and realized he'd drive to San Fransisco if she went that far. So she got out of her car and walked silently across the parking to the edge of the beach. Seth followed her cautiously. He'd been hell bent on talking to her, but here, with all this time, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Before he reached her side, he could see she was crying. Without thinking, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her, and wrapped his fingers in her hair.

Summer could tell he was worried about her, and she didn't want him to be, but she couldn't stop crying, and she felt like her whole body was shaking. She knew he was mostly to blame, but she still felt like shit for making him worry.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Seth, who had been completely stoic all night, broke down at those words. He felt tears come to his eyes. He pulled away from Summer enough to look at her.

"Summer listen to me. Nothing that happened today is your fault. I'm sorry. God Summer, I am so sorry." He put his hand softly on the cheek that he had smacked hours ago. She was still crying.

"Summer." Seth said her name. He felt himself growing frantic. "I didn't mean any of those things I said. I swear I didn't. Summer, I lo-"

She wouldn't let him finish. "Don't say it. Please, Seth. If you're gonna to marry her, please don't say it."

"I love you."

She sank down into the sand. He sat down next to her, and wrapped his arounds around her. When she stopped crying enough to speak, she looked up at him. "What's going to happen now?"

"I can't just not marry her."

"Then I'm leaving."

"Summer, don't go." Summer didn't look at Seth's face, but she thought he might have been crying too. "Why don't you stay? I mean, nothing lasts forever, and maybe we could work something out…"

He realized what he was saying, and wisely shut up.

"I'm not going to wait around to work something out, Seth. I'll stay for the wedding. But if I'm not with you, I can't be here."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "Please don't say anything. I know this is my fault. I was the one who left. I was the one who came back and manipulated you, and pushed you. And I'm sorry. I love you, Cohen." She said, tears falling once again.

He wiped the tears off her cheeks and kissed her. She broke the kiss, got up and moved toward Marissa's car. She opened the door, and looked back to see him watching her. She stood frozen to the spot, then jumped in the car, and started the engine.

She couldn't stay there and listen to him tell her he loved her. It was nice to hear, nice to know. But it didn't mean anything as long as he was marrying the other girl. She knew he was trying to make her feel better, but the truth was he couldn't. She needed so much more than he could give her.

Seth just sat there in the sand. There was so much that he wanted to say to her. He wanted to make her understand that he didn't know what to do. He felt obligated to marry Molly, but he also felt a certain sense of calm in that choice, because there had never been any doubt in his mind that someday he and Summer would be together.

He had promised her that a long time ago, and he sat on the beach, and prayed that she still believed him.