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This is still in the same tense as the last chapter. It is still going to skip years later on, just not right now. Any advice feel free to tell me!

Okay sorry for the delay. I can't update every day, but I do my best to get chapters up with school and everything. Please enjoy.

Summer was doing the laundry when Seth came in, a huge smile on his face. Something had to be up. The last time Summer had seen Seth was when he was really pissed off at her. And she didn't blame him one bit. She had been a total bitch. How could she have said those awful things to him? How could she have thrown such nonsense in his face? Sure there were days when she prayed to God that this was a dream and that tomorrow she'd wake up from it. But she knew that this was her life, her responsibility, and her family to take care of. It must have been all of the tension growing inside of her which made her burst. At least Seth looked happy now. Maybe some good news was on the way.

"You will never fucking believe it Summer." Seth was rubbing his hands together as he usually did when he was itching to say something that he wanted to build up first before telling.

Shutting the top of the washing machine and turning the switch Summer put her hands on her hips and nodded for him to continue.

Seth came closer placing his hands on his shoulders as he looked her directly in the eyes. "Well… you are looking at the man who has been requested for an interview by the Clarke Anderson."

Summer's eyes widened to double of her normal size. "Like the actual Clarke Anderson? The Clarke Anderson of Beverly Hills productions? The Clarke Anderson whose studio makes tons of box offices hits every year? Are you fucking kidding me?" At this point Summer was pacing the room in absolute disbelief. Cohen, her Seth Cohen was going to be meeting with the famous Hollywood producer of Beverly Hills Productions; the top studio in all of LA!

Seth nodded cockily. "I know. Totally stellar eh?"

Giving him her famous expression of, 'what the fuck did you just do?' Summer just shook her head. He was adorable but that Seth Cohen was truly a piece of work. Sometimes she wondered how she had fallen in love with such a freak.

"So, why does Mr. Famous Anderson want from you Mr. Cohen?" Summer asked seductively, suddenly finding Seth extremely sexy.

Seth swallowed as he tried to ignore the small tongue tracing lines inside his ear. "I…I wouldn't know. I assume it's to offer m…me—Summer! Please how can I concentrate when you're doing that to me?" By now Summer's hands had slowly wandered to his pants and was undoing his buckle, pleased to see the struggle he was putting up to continue was he was saying. By the time she'd reached his boxers Seth was finding it immensely difficult to continue. "So any…anyways I—oh fuck. Summer just please… don't stop."

Grinning widely Summer pulled Seth's body closer to hers, her other hand still working magic below the waist. Finally Seth gave in and really kissed her, deep and hard. It was urgent, not like those soft kisses that you take a moment to recover from. This was the real deal.

Once his shirt was disposed of, Summer ran her hands over his newly exposed chest. Damn he was the sexiest loser she'd ever done. He also may have been the only guy she'd actually done, but still.

As they began to move upstairs and into the bedroom, Seth halted the kiss for a moment. "What about the boys?"

Summer shook his head and gave him a deep kiss, tongue stroking the roof of his hot mouth. "Anita," she breathed out in her raspy voice that she always got when they did this.

That was a good enough answer for Seth who seemed just as eager as Summer. Often they had sex without making up in the first place. Seth highly doubted that the afternoon's fight would ever come up again. The freakishly good makeup sex usually blew all of the bickers right out of their brains; even the more serious ones.

"Cohen?" Summer managed as she broke away for a mere second.

"Mhm?" Seth was quickly working on unbuttoning her blouse, thinking only about how hot her body was going to look underneath her layers of clothes. It was one think he never understood about women; their need to layer everything. Like seriously, throw on a shirt and jeans and go out the door! But the girls needed their time .They needed to choose the correct colours which complimented each other and work on layering them over top of each other. Sometimes Summer would buy a hideously expensive shirt only to cover it with another one. It drove Seth insane. But this was not the time to be thinking about worthless crap like that. This was the time to focus on the hot body in front of him and focus on what he was going to do with it.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?"

Seth, whose hands were busy fingering the edge of her panties stopped. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Summer shrugged and put her hand up before Seth kissed her again. "And Cohen?"

"What?" Seth was starting to get pissed off by now. All he wanted was to fucking fuck her already. And she was getting on his nerves.

"I think we should use a condom. Three kids are enough considering I'm not even 21 yet."

Groaning Seth rolled over and grabbed a condom on the dresser next to him. He was just about to make some smartass comment that probably would have gotten him out of having sex when a pleasurable sensation was felt in his groin. He looked down to find Summer looking strait up at him while her mouth was doing some serious work. Maybe he wasn't so annoyed with her after all.

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Seth woke up feeling nervous. He was extremely anxious about his upcoming meeting. Last night it had been some crazy thing that he couldn't believe was happening. But now, it was real. He was going to be speaking with Clarke Anderson in less than 3 hours and he had no idea what he was going to say. And the fact that Seth Cohen had no idea what to say probably meant that nothing would soon lead to useless rambling. He knew that Clarke would have no time for that.

He walked downstairs clean and fresh in his brand new black DeSantis shirt and his dark jeans. It was the outfit Summer had laid out for him. She called it his 'smart but sexy' look.

After looking him up and down Summer, who was up early feeding Jake and CJ, raised her eyebrows. "Looking good in black Cohen."

Seth mumbled a, "thanks," before sitting down next to CJ, a pout evident on his face.

CJ looked up from his waffles at his father. "Daddy, is something the matter?"

Cooper had an extremely large vocabulary for a 2 ½ year old. He talked like he was a full grown man living inside a toddler's body.

Sighing Seth turned to face his son. "No Coop, nothing's the matter. I'm just a little stressed."

CJ nodded in understanding before turning back to his breakfast.

"Cohen!" Summer whined, an annoyed expression his her face. "I told you not to call him Coop! It's bad enough that everyone calls him CJ. The name 'Coop' will only confuse him for when he sees the real Coop, you know what I mean?"

Seth blinked several times as he processed Summer's totally useless information which was just filling up his brain with nothing rather than what he might say at the interview. Rubbing his eyes he looked down at his brand new digital watch before standing up from the table and clearing his unused plate. "I'm gonna go now." He waved goodbye to his boys, gave Summer a peck on the cheek and strode out the door to his car. Sometimes a good drive was all you needed to think.

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At ten after nine Seth strode into the Beverly Hills Production Studios, Professor Burklier beside him. "It is normal to be nervous Mr. Cohen. Just remember that you are extremely talented. Mr. Anderson chose you when there were thousands of others he could have picked from. He sees something in you and I do too. Just stay calm and answer him truthfully. If you do I guarantee that this interview will be just fine."

Seth took a deep breath and realized that everything his professor had just said was 100 true. He had been chosen out of everyone in a campus of hundreds of thousands of students, he was the one who Mr. Anderson thought stood out, and he was the one standing here today about to meet the famous producer of BHP. But surprisingly, this calmed him down. Everything would be fine if he acted how he wanted to feel. If that made sense.

As they walked up to the desk a secretary with long dark hair, quite pretty actually, she reminded him of Summer, told them that Mr. Anderson would see them now.

His heart was beating a mile a minute as he walked through the glass door which read, 'Mr. Clarke Anderson,' in bolded capital letters. This was it. No turning back.

A good looking man who looked to be in his mid thirties shook Seth's hand and then Professor Burklier's before sitting down in his desk, motioning for Seth and his professor to sit down in the chairs in front of him. "Well Mr. Cohen, I have looked at some of your video presentations and I must say that I am extremely impressed. You have managed to take simplicity and transform it into a mind gripping reality. Now, how old did you say you were again?"

Seth was so taken aback by Mr. Anderson's compliment that he almost couldn't find his voice. But remembering confidence he cleared his throat professionally a spoke clearly. "I'll be twenty-one this November."

Clarke Anderson's eyes widened. He was obviously very shocked. "Wow! A boy your age creating films like this? If you're this talented now Mr. Cohen I can only imagine what you'll be like in the future."

"Well thank you sir. Wow, that boosted my self esteem about 10,000 degrees."

Clarke shook his head swiftly moved his hand in a nonchalant way. "Please Mr. Cohen, call me Clarke. Sir sounds so stiff. I'm not that old myself."

Seth laughed. "Well if I must call you Clarke than I insist that you call me Seth. Or Cohen. Actually don't call me Cohen, that's what my wife calls me."

Clarke looked very amused. "This one's a character," he said pointing to Seth as he eyed Professor Burklier, "I like him."

Seth's heart jumped a mile. Clarke Anderson said he liked him! Clarke Anderson! It was all he could do to keep from yelling out that last part as he remained cool in his seat. This was no problem. He had gotten off on Clarke's right foot. As long as he continued to play it smooth he would be fine.

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"Well Seth I have been very pleased with this interview. You've got the personality, the style, not to mention the talent of becoming a director, and I believe that I can help you. Now not many films would sign a 20 year old onto an A-List production, so we'll start you off lower, but definitely not the lowest. How does assistant director sound to you?"

Seth jaw dropped open. He was starting as assistant director? Man the universe must have been on his side today. "That sounds fucking unreal! Oh crap, I'm sorry." He blew it. How could he have been so stupid? He had to go all Seth Cohen right there.

Clarke smiled and put his hand on Seth's right shoulder. "Seth, just be you. I like you. You're funny as Seth Cohen. So if you want to curse in front of me go right ahead. You're a good man and I can't wait to start working with you." And with that he bid Seth and Professor Burklier goodbye before exiting the office.

"So," Professor B turned to Seth grinning, his hands tucked into his pockets."

"So… this is amazing! Summer wont' believe it."

Sorry about my ending, kind of iffy I know. I hoped that you enjoyed it and that it came out right. Please review and leave me a note with your lovely thoughts!

Xoxo

Rachel

p.s. I tried to make this longer! I wasn't too successful, but it was better than the others.