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The other end of the World… and more problems.
"Sweetie? You got a second?" Mr. Roberts' voice echoed through the house.
"Just a minute!" Summer called back.
She stopped plucking her eyebrows and wandered towards the living room. "I'm coming"
Summer entered the room and settled on the sofa.
"What's up?" she asked her dad, smiling.
"Listen, I've got news for you. For all of us."
"Is it good or bad news?"
"That depends. I'd say both. It's especially good for me, but it could be especially bad for you."
"Dad, why don't you just tell me?" Summer rolled her eyes.
"Alright. I have a new job."
"Really? But that's awesome, dad!" Summer smiled at him, "I'm so excited for you."
"Thank you, sweetie. But there's also a dark side. We have to move to New York."
"U-huh. … And when? I mean, don't get me wrong, New York is great! But I…I don't know." She sighed and got up from the sofa. "Will you excuse me? I'm in my room."
"But, sweetie. It's not final. We will see."
"Yeah, sure."
"New York! Are you serious? That's like the other end of the world!" Marissa's voice came from the other line of the phone.
"I know! I have no clue why he's doing that to me! I thought he was my best friend and…I just wanna stay here! In Newport. With you, Coop. And yes, even with Cohen, and Ryan. I'd just miss all of you soo much."
"I'd miss you too. You know what? We have to do something. I mean, you said it's not even final, so we could just relax a bit. Don't worry too much. What about going to the beach? I've also got news. And it's definitely good."
"Okay. I'll meet you at your house in twenty minutes."
"Fine. Bye, then." Marissa said and put down the phone.
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"Hey" Marissa hugged her best friend. "Everything alright?"
"Sure" Summer shrugged.
"I see. We need ice cream." Marissa laughed and took Summer by the hand.
"So, what about your good news? You know, I really need something delighting right now."
"Okay. I've just come from the hospital when you called me. My dad is fine and he can probably leave in a few days."
"Really? That's great! You know, the last two days have been pretty… hard. I was worrying so much."
"Now you don't have to anymore. I even talked to my dad and except for some scratches and a slight shock he's okay."
"No, I've been worried about you."
"About me? Why?" Marissa laughed at her friend's comment.
"Because you've been drinking? Huh?"
Marissa slowly shook her head, staring to the ground. "No. I mean, not that much. I was just so down when I heard about the accident. I really needed this. Nothing to worry about. I'm fine."
"No, you're not. That's exactly what I mean. Like you need it and that stuff. I told you you could tell me everything. You can come to me, we talk about it. But PLEASE stop drinking THAT much. Please."
"Why? I'm just…I don't drink THAT much."
"Yes, you do. You GOTTA stop."
The two girls didn't realize how loudly they were talking by now.
"Please don't tell me what to do. There are enough people in my life doing this yet."
"Look." Summer calmed down a bit. "I won't tell you what to do. But I don't want you to get into trouble."
"I told you. I'M FINE. Okay?"
"Right…" Summer took a deep breath. "Now… Ice cream?"
"Sure."
They both shrugged and started walking again. This was going to be some weird afternoon.
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beach
"Summer!"
"Huh?" Summer took her earplugs off and stopped humming and bouncing to the sound of her music. "What is it?"
"Your cell phone."
"Uh, thanks."
She leaned down to grab her cell phone out of her bag.
"Yes?" She asked, waiting for an answer.
"Hey, Summer. This is Seth…uhm… Cohen, Seth Cohen."
"Hey." She realized she had become way too good-natured these days. "So…?"
"Uhm…I was wondering...uhm. You know, I've got these tickets – once again – and I thought maybe we could kinda continue our…date…?"
"U-huh."
"So...what do you think?"
"Dunno…I mean..." Summer thought about the fight she and Marissa had had and decided she had no need to continue it.
"I…I totally understand if you don't want to, or if you've got better things to do and - "
"No!" Summer interrupted. "No, I'd love to! Just tell me when."
"I'll come to pick you up around seven."
"Right, see you then. Bye." Summer said with a soft voice and hung up.
"Now, who was that?" Marissa asked confused. "Chip?"
"Ew, no."
"Chris?"
"Nope."
"So…? Who was it?"
"Cohen." Summer said, getting up from her deckchair. "Gotta go." She said and quickly grabbed her bag.
"Cohen!" Marissa asked with a laugh. Her curiosity let her forget about their fight for a minute.
"Yes. And you know what? We went to a concert last night, and he was like really sweet and I totally turned him down because I was worrying so much about you!"
Marissa stared at her and put her magazine down. "I…"
"Just don't say anything. I have to go. See ya."
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