Seth laid on his bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Today was just one of those days, kinda like that book, where the little boy gets gum stuck in his hair, and he didn't win the prize in the cereal box, and everything just kept getting worse. . . that was how Seth's day was going so far. He scratched his head, trying to think if the boy in the story had a happy ending or if he died in a firey explosion. He had a feeling it was the second.

At least he didn't have to work today, after getting a degree in Film Production Seth had gotten a job as a producer for the local television studio- it wasn't fancy but it was good enough- he liked the idea of working his way up instead of just using his connections. He could only stand it because during his weekends, well really any available time he could scratch together Seth made short films- they were indie. His favorite piece was just finished and he was showcasing it in a small film festival tonight at a local coffee house.

It was a black and white, silent film. Well not completely silent instead of dialogue, he overlayed an old Death Cab song. . . A Lack of Colour, which was of his favorites. One of his close his close friends Olivia, starred in it, a smile crossed his face as he thought of Olivia. She was tall, slim and drop dead gorgeous, with her sparkeling green eyes and stark black hair. She mostly modeled, small stuff like tube socks campaigns. They met at NYU, she completely shocked Seth, he wasnt used to such big city girls- they dated for about a week- it was just like another Anna, they were almost identical- chemistry was luke warm at best. But they were close- so close, Olivia was actually dating some wealthy engineer, Seth hadn't met him yet but from what he heard he wasn't impressed.

His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered that Olivia was shooting some ad for sneakers in the valley and wouldn't be able to make it to the premiere. Hopefully Ryan would come- he always pulled through for Seth, they had been roomates for the entire time they knew eachother, from sharing the Cohen residence, a small dorm in New York City, and now a medium sized apartment in the artsy district of Newport.

They had grown closer in the last few years, Ryan was there for Seth when he and Summer had broken it off, as Seth was to Ryan with the whole Marissa debacle. It was almost worse for Ryan, losing both his brother and the love of his life. He had dated since- nothing serious though. This was actually the first time that they had known eachother that Seth had a girlfriend instead of Ryan.

He had met Paris at school, she was actually roomates with Olivia. The only characteristic she really shared with "the other Paris" was her name, his Paris as he liked to call her was not too tall- at about 5'8 she had long golden brown hair that reached to her mid back, with bright blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. She was the epitome of a California girl- until she opened her mouth. Paris was actually from the United Kingdom, and she hated her name her mother as she liked to say was "obsessed with the superficial virtues of french culture", yes she did talk like that, everything that came out of her mouth was very 'educated sounding', paired with her cute little accent and Seth could listen to her for hours, which usually ended up happening, Paris was involved with nearly every cause that came through town, she was very opinionated and always let people know how she felt, and how they were wrong in their own beliefs.

Seth rolled over on his side, the radio alarm clock, that had been playing a college radio station for hours in effort to wake him up and rise him from bed, read 1:30. The afternoon sun glared in through the windows, nearly blinding Seth in his new position. Only 7 hours until the premiere- promising 6 hours and 45 more minutes of lounging for Seth.

Summer sat in the passenger seat of Robert's sports car, tapping her foot in inpatience. Almost as soon as she closed the door his cell phone rang, he prompty had answered it and had been in conversation for the past 15 minutes, he hung up only as they pulled into a small coffee house that Summer had never been. She gave him a questioning look.

"Summie, a friend of mine told me about this little film festival, I thought it would be fun to watch, you know stretch our horizons, you'll have fun I know you will" he says resting one of his large hands on her shoulder before getting out of the car and heading towards the entrance. Summer sighed, but said nothing, just followed him in- this will definately deserve control of someone's shopping account at Bloomingdales. She found him inside the dim coffee house, in the far corner, she pulled up a seat next to him and was about to say something, when a dred locked- woman got on the small stage next to a screen, she tapped the microphone twice before speaking into the microphone.

"Hey- and welcome to this months Emerging Talents Film Festival- as you know we will show the film, and then have a brief talk from the director- tonight is a shorter night we will only have about 5 films- no worries I've seen them- some of the best stuff yet"

She quietly exits the stage, as the screen lights up. Summer smiles to herself, maybe she had a chance of getting out of here before 7.

An hour and 4 films later Summer was bored out of her mind, the last artist- made an entire film of her cat- made to "represent the pressures from men on women in the 21st century". Then the english lady- who looked relatively normal ranted for an hour about all the problems of the world. Summer took a breath of relief as the last film appeared on the screen. It was black and white, and the familiar opening notes of an old Death Cab song brought back memories for Summer- memories of high school love.

It started out with a man and a woman at a train station, she's crying, the tears cause dark make up to run down her face, you see the man try and console her, talk to her, try and hold her. She turned away his every advance, each time she pushed him away, a pained expresion grew on his face- it felt so raw, so real to Summer- she could practically feel his pain. He got on the train as the last chords rang out, just as the train chugged away, the girl dropped to her knees, her screams silenced by the melodic music. Summer let out a breath as the screen returned to white- she had not realized it but Summer had been holding her breath.

Claps and cheers filled the small coffee house, Summer could not stop herself from loudly clapping along with them. She smiles as the artist is pushed onto the stage by the cat lady, his back is to her, she could only make out brown curly hair, and broad shoulders, narrowing to a smaller waist, he was taller, kinda lanky, but Summer liked it, he had the ideal body type. He turned around, and she feels her face go pale. Standing on the stage was no other in Seth Cohen.

"What can I say in this case . . . Art imitates Life", his eyes scan the room, looking at his adoring fans, he felt like some sort of rockstar, his gaze falls on a table in the corner- He freezes as they lock eyes- for the first time in nearly 5 years.

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