For a change of pace, we decided to make them absolutely miserable. Enjoy!

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Summer stood amongst the various boxes that littered her bedroom. She sighed to herself. Now, not only she did she have to go to fucking SCHOOL, but she had to do it with all the raging hormones that came with having something growing inside of her, which still creeped her out slightly.

At this thought, she touched her belly button absentmindedly, and sighed again, because for once, the drama was going to follow her out of Newport.

She jumped slightly when someone knocked on her door. Seth opened it cautiously and caught her eye. "Hey," he said, nodding to her.

"You scared me, Cohen" she said, putting a hand through her hair.

"Sorry," he apologized, coming all the way into the room. "You ready?"

She glanced around at all the stuff and shrugged. "I guess so."

Seth nodded, but didn't smile, or touch her. "I transfered. We're all set in New York."

"Okay," she said, cautiously. "Cohen?" He still didn't look at her. "Seth, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." He looked at her, and forced a grin. "Come on, if I have to carry all this shit, we'd better get started now. Want to be my cheerleader?"

Summer stared out the window for the first part of the trip. Seth seemed to have given up talking and for him that was like giving up breathing. She slid her hand across the center console and gently grabbed his hand. He didn't respond.

She sighed. "Spill," she demanded, taking her hand back.

"What?" he asked, glancing at her for a second.

"Something's up and don't even try to deny it. You're a terrible liar."

"Nothing's up," he said, shrugging it off.

"Liar."

"Summer-" he started but she cut him off.

"Seth, just tell me!" she said, and she was surprised when her voice came out angrier than expected.

Seth looked at her for a minute before looking back at the road. "I've just been thinking about a lot of stuff," he said.

"Like what?" she asked, her voice back to it's normal tone.

"The baby. College. What's gonna happen," he ticked off.

"We're having the baby. We're going to college," she said. "What else is there."

"Summer, I've been thinking about this for a long time," he said, looking at her. "And I wanna ask you something."

"Can you pay attention to the road?" she interrupted.

Seth pulled off the side and turned the car off.

"So, this is serious stuff you've been thinking about," she commented.

"I think we should get married," he blurted out.

"Married?" she asked, glancing away from his face. "I'm only nineteen," she said, more to herself than to him.

"I know that," he said, determindly staring just below her face. "But I think it's what would be best. For the baby."

"The baby," she said, nodding.

"And we-"

"Okay." Now she didn't look at him, and her face had paled.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

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Summer sat in the car three days later, picking at the polish on her fingernails.

She stretched out her left hand, and stared, transfixed. There was a ring there. A tiny ring, that Summer never normally would have accepted, except that she was pretty sure that they would need the money eventually. But still.

There was a ring.

She was married. And it was for real. She had the certificate, she had a ring, and she had Cohen sitting next to her, with a look on his face she had no hope of reading.

"We did the right thing," he said, sensing her uneasiness, but sounding a little wary himself.

She nodded.

Her heart was racing, and it hadn't slowed down in the last two hours. She was nineteen, and she was pregnant, and she was Summer Cohen.

Oh, shit.

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