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: So, we are finishing this story in 5 chapters or less. Keep the reviews coming. We kind of want 500. Also question for you… would anyone be interested in reading a story like this, only with roles reversed? Summer is getting married and Seth wants to stop the wedding? Let us know.

"Inside we both know it, everything's hanging on this moment." – Mae

6:36 PM

"Seth?" Kirsten called, entering the pool house. "Honey, Molly's been looking everywhere for you. We should go. The rehersal's going to start soon." She stopped talking, and noticed him, gazing out at the ocean, staring at the storm clouds.

"Oh Seth." She said.

"I don't know if I can do this Mom."

Kirsten looked at her son. She remembered the first time Summer had come over. She remembered the first time she had caught them making out. She glossed over the first time she had caught them having sex. She remembered the first time Summer went to St. Barts with, and the first time she and Summer had gone shopping.

She smiled as she recalled moving them into Stanford together. Then things got hazy. The first few semesters went perfectly. Then she remembered things started getting a little intense. Neither Seth nor Summer told her exactly what was happening, but through bits and pieces of what she heard she guessed drugs, and a lot of sex were involved.

The she got the call. The call from a sobbing, hysterical Summer. Seth had an accident. He's critical. It was all Summer's fault.

Of course it wasn't, but the damage had certainly been done. She packed her Kate Spade luggage and headed for Europe, leaving Seth a letter, an extreme of what he had pulled the summer before their senior year in high school.

Kirsten returned to the present and looked at Seth. "There will never be another Summer."

"No, there won't."

"So what does that mean?"

"That's the million dollar question Mom. I can't leave Molly. I know how it feels and I can't do it."

"But you don't love her?"

Seth sighed. "No."

"I think I've always known that."

"You couldn't have clued me in?"

Kirsten smiled. "This is one of those things you've got to figure out on your own."

"Well, I'm running out of time, Mom."

"Now you know how she felt." Kirsten said, leaving the comment open for Seth's interpretation.

"Im surprised she's still here, after the way I've been treating her."

"Me too." Kirsten said. Seth didn't really look surprised. His mom was all for brutal honesty these days.

Seth started to say it. "Mom, I don't want to-"

"There you are!" Molly cried, bursting in the door. "Well done, Kirsten, you found him!" Kirsten smiled tightly. "Darling, we have to leave now. Are you ready?"

Seth nodded tightly. "Yes."

Molly buzzed out of the pool house and toward the brigade of cars that were waiting. Seth and Kirsten, followed, running into Summer, who was on her way back inside.

"You're not coming?" Seth asked her.

She smiled sadly. "I think I'd better sit this one out."

"What about tomorrow?"

She smiled again. "I wouldn't miss your wedding Cohen."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"LAX. I'm taking the 9:30 flight to.." a few tears slipped down her cheeks. "To New York City."

Sheturned on her heel and went inside.

7:18 PM

It was sort of an agonizing process, being stuck in your own wedding rehersal when you didn't want to marry the person. Seth sighed and shifted his weight. Molly, on the other hand was in her glory. She had made it this far. If they were having the rehersal, there would be a wedding.

Seth had totally tuned out of the whole wedding thing. The priest was droning on, but he had stopped paying attention a long time ago. He kind of like the idea of a Jewish wedding, but Molly's parents came from a long line of die hard Irish Catholics, so there was no way Moses would be making an appearance.

Molly was beaming. This was going so well. Seth looked handsome. She looked gorgeous in the Lilly Pulitzer dress she had selected. Dressed up enough for a rehersal, casual enough to look effortless. She looked at Marissa, the only bridesmaid wearing a black Alexander McQueen chiffon number. Molly's eyes narrowed. Marissa was standing with one hand on her stuck out hip, rolling her eyes.

She turned her attention back to Seth. He didn't look too thrilled now, but maybe by dinner he'd lighten up. He was probably hungry.

Seth sighed again. He knew he was probably making Molly feel like shit, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her, let alone care about her feelings. He looked at the line of ushers and saw Ryan looking at him sympathetically.

Seth forced himself to pay attention to what the priest was saying. "And then I'll say the part about speaking now or forever holding one's piece, but I don't think that will be a problem…." He trailed off the last sentence when he looked into the pews and saw Kirsten standing.

Kirsten turned to Molly's mother. "I'm really sorry about this."

She turned back towards the priest, the wedding party and the potential bride and groom. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she had to. In her heart, Kirsten knew this picture was all wrong.

The bride was supposed to have dark hair, and Seth was supposed to look like he wanted to marry her. At the very least, he wasn't supposed to look like he wanted to kill himself.

Kirsten realized everyone was looking at her,and she cleared her throat. "Oh honey." Sandy said, before dropping his head in his hands.

"I have something to say." Kirsten announced. "I should have said it a while ago. You can't marry her Seth."

Molly's jaw dropped. "Kirsten!"

"I'm sorry Molly." Kirsten said sincerely. "You're a lovely, ambitous girl. But Seth is, and always has been, in love with someone else."

"Summer." Molly said.

Kirsten nodded. "Seth, I know you don't want to do this. Break this. I know how it felt for you when she left, but if you love her, you can't let her get away again. She'll be in New York the day after tomorrow, and then who knows what?"

Seth looked at his mom, totally torn. The priest, having never before encountered this at a wedding rehersal, asked, "Is there anyone else who believes these two should not be wed?"

Sandy slowly rose next to his wife. Anna and Luke got up from their seats. Hayley and Jim slowly got up, and even Julie and his grandad got up.

Seth looked behind him. Ryan and Marissa both had their hands raised.

The priest looked alarmed. "Does anyone have anything they want to say."

It was silent. Seth was expecting Marissa to open up, but to his surprise, it was his aunt Hayley who started talking. "Oh, what the hell?" she said. "Might as well say it." She paused for effect. "You're mom's right. Trust me Seth, I've been where you are, and it sucks. Seth. If you can't be with the one you love, you've got nothing."

Seth stared at her, then turned and locked eyes with Ryan, who nodded his head ever so slightly. And then it happened. That revelation where you realize what an idiot you've been.

Seth turned his attention back to Molly, and kissed her cheek. "I'm so sorry." He said. "But I love her."

Molly stood, speechless, and Seth smiled over her shoulder at Marissa and Ryan. Marissa opened the Chanel clutch she was still holding and pulled out Ryan's car keys and an envelope. "You might need these."

Seth smiled gratefully and tore down the aisle. He stopped by the pew where his mom was sitting and kissed her cheek. "Thanks." He nodded to Hayley and grinned. "Go!" she mouthed. So he did. He tore out of the church and thunder crashed.

He opened the door to Ryan's car and started the ignition. He opened the envelope Marissa had handed him. A plane ticket. To JFK airport, New York city.

Now he just had to find her. He thought about what she had, about the storm and the pier. He floored his engine.