Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews guys! It really inspires me.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…and tell me why I have to keep writing this disclaimer?

Side Note to Reviewer: I know that Seth normally wouldn't listen to Yellowcard…like all the time. But he's even been caught listening to Boyz II Men…so maybe he just felt like listening to that song, eh? Does it really matter? It's a good song. And it fit the chapter.

Anyways…thanks once again for the reviews…I'm glad you guys really like this story…because I really doubted how well I could write a Seth Summer fic. But it seems to be fitting for me, right?

On with the story…

Enjoy! Jamie (or J).

And what are you hiding from?
Is it safe there inside your walls?
Cause your chance is bound to come,
If you're strong enough to live at all. -Ryan Cabrera, Illusions

Seth woke up early, looking at his clock, it was 6:30 a.m.

He wished that he could go and see Summer right then. But he knew that it'd piss her off more…she wasn't a morning person…usually.

Actually, he wondered if she'd be happy to see him at anytime in the day.

Last night he finally talked to Ryan. Ryan was happy to know that Seth went home. And told him that he wished he could do the same. But they both knew that he couldn't.

They talked for hours. But their conversation was ended sooner than it should have. Obviously, Theresa wasn't a nice person at all anymore.

And the only time her and Ryan talked was when they had to. Which wasn't often. With Ryan's construction job…he was busy most of the week. But Ryan told Seth that he kind of liked it better that way.

He asked Seth if he had seen Marissa. When Seth said "no", Ryan let it go. It was too hard to bring up the past.

After their goodbyes were said, Seth hung up the phone and fell asleep.

Seth came out of his daze. He went down stairs to make himself some cereal. He still had 2 months left of summer.

Summer.

What was he going to say to her when he actually got to talk to her?

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Summer woke up, her head hurting.

She didn't drink that much last night…did she?

She remembered a few beers here and there. After her little walk with Zach, she let loose a little bit more at the party.

Zach.

Great. She promised that she'd meet him today at another lame beach party.

But she didn't really want to. She'd have to cancel.

Her phone rang on her night stand. She reached to pick it up and looked at the caller ID. It was Marissa.

Great. She thought again. She loved Marissa, but this new Marissa, with all the alcoholic nights and fuzzy mornings…she was getting annoyed with.

"Hey Coop." She sighed into the phone.

"Guess what I just heard!" Marissa squealed.

"What?" Her voice chirped up a little. Hoping for some sort of interesting gossip.

"Well, I heard Caleb talking on the phone with Kirsten…and he said, he said that Seth's back! Isn't that awesome!" Marissa said, excitedly.

"Wait! Cohen's back? When the hell did this happen?" And why didn't he come to her?

"He came back yesterday. We were at the party, remember?"

"Yeah." Another reason to avoid parties.

"Look, I just wanted to let you know. I have to go now. Talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks Coop." Summer hung up the phone.

Seth was back. And then it hit her.

She didn't care. She didn't want Seth anymore.

He left her.

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He knocked on the door…once 'tap tap tap', twice 'tap tap tap'…almost three times before Summer's step-mother answered.

She slurred him in. Well that's what he hoped she had said. It was hard to understand.

Then on Summer's door. Knock, knock, knock.

"What do you want?" Summer yelled to the knocking person, obviously thinking it was her step-mom.

He opened the door, letting himself in. "Hey."

But he didn't get the reaction he was hoping for. She was angry.

"What do you want Cohen? Did you forget something…did you come back because you forgot something?"

She was hurt.

"I came back for you."

"You're too late."

She was over him?

"What does that mean? I wasn't gone long."

"You could've been gone for 1 week…and I'd act like this. It's the fact that you left Seth. You left me with a stupid whiny letter. You left me for Luke Ward of all people."

"But doesn't it mean anything to you that I came back?"

"No. Not really. And I don't care if you stay. For all I care, you can get back on that stupid catamaran and run off again." She paused. "Don't worry about leaving a note this time. I don't need a note. I don't need you."

Seth was hurt. He left. For once he was speechless. She didn't need him.

He'd have to make her see. But how?

Summer stared at Seth's retreating back. Not caring that he left. She didn't need him.

She picked up the letter. It was crumpled and turning an ugly off white color.

Dear Summer,
Sorry if my mom made you sit through a takeout dinner to get this, but I couldn't see you. I had to go.

I've left on the Summer Breeze and I don't know where I'm going, but I've got my sextant (not what you think!) and a compass.

I don't belong in Newport. The only thing that's ever kept me here (besides my parents) is you.

Since the third grade I've had a plan to leave this city. That one day you and I would set sail on this boat.

Together we'd get out of here. And believe me when I say this, if I could, I would've taken you with me today. But I couldn't.

I had to do this on my own.

One day we'll go sailing.

But for now, it's good-bye.

I love you Summer. I always have.

Love,
Seth.

Summer wadded the letter up and threw it in the trashcan. She didn't need him.

She hoped that she was right.

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The note from Seth wasn't written by me…it was written by Cory Martin, in the book The Way Back in The OC series. So don't give me credit. Cory is an amazing writer. He really captures the feelings of the characters.

Anyways. Thanks again…I can't believe all of the responses I'm getting for this story. I never expected it. Sorry if there are any mistakes. I try not to make them!

Amaze me some more and review!

You guys rock! -Jamie

They will get together. Trust me.