The Hell That Is College Touring

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this fic. I have it all written but I'm breaking it up into different chapters. However, suggestions and comments would be much appreciated!

Disclaimer: Not Mine. Unfortunately. Although I wish Seth was. Hahaha

Summary: It's finally time for the OC gang to look at colleges and Seth can't wait to look for his dream school—on the East Coast of course. The only problem is no one else loves Seth's dream location.

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"It's like an 8 hour plane trip, Seth. Do you really want to spend 8 hours eating icky airplane food, sitting on uncomfortable seats that someone has probably barfed on, watching horrible low budget in flight movies and having some random seatmate drool on you? All so you can wear wool and see snow? There is snow in California. Just go to like, Tahoe or something. And you always wear wool." Summer Roberts was sitting in the airport attempting to convince her boyfriend that going to school across the country wasn't the amazing idea he thought it was. As she tucked a piece of a dark hair behind her ear, she began chewing on her lip in a worried way. Her boyfriend of just over one mixed up year, Seth Cohen, smiled at her affectionately. The couple was high school seniors at Newport Beach's exclusive school Harbor, and it was college season. The two were as different as could be: Summer was a California girl, body and soul. She loved clothes and fashion and she had a killer attitude to match her killer wardrobe. Seth was an East Coast wanna-be and had been dreaming of the day he would finally be able to leave the rich assholes of the OC behind. But somehow the two had managed to find each other and were insanely happy. That is, until the college issue came up. Summer wanted to stay on the West Coast. She hated the cold and complained when the temperature dropped below 70. Seth longed for the snow-filled winters of the East Coast, and had decided that would be where he would get his college education since the day he found out what college was.

"Sum—." Seth started, but was quickly interrupted by Summer's growing number of reasons why the East Coast sucked.

"Seth, they still wearUGG's. You can't possibly want to live in a place where the girls still believe UGG boots are high quality fashion. And what about your parents? And Ryan? You know the only reason he's stopped fighting is because he's afraid you'll get your ass kicked when you attempt to back him up. Without you, he's so gonna get into more fights. He's going to go back to being Bad Ass Chino Ryan. Could you really live with yourself if he became Trey's mini-me? Marissa would probably end up in rehab. Okay, she probably will even if you are in bumblefuck, but won't you feel bad that you won't be able to help her overcome her demons? And honestly, what about me, Seth? Is this just a stupid high school thing to you? Because if it is, let me know now so I can beat your ass down and then dump you. I thought that this was it. I thought we were in it for the long run. Long distance relationships don't work. Name one that has actually worked. They're a myth. Especially with us. I mean, I let you go there one time…and what do you end up doing? Licking whipped cream off a girl's body on national television—humiliating me in the most public spectacle like, ever. Think Seth: do you really believe we would be able to make it with those stick up their asses east coast chicks all over you and those gorgeous, tanned, ripped surfer dudes worshiping the ground I walk on? Let's be real."

"Sum—," Seth tried again.

"Flight 127 to Washington, DC now boarding. Will rows G-A please come forward," the loudspeaker cackled. Seth got up and started to gather his and Summer's bags.

"C'mon Sum, we'll finish this talk on the plane, our capitol awaits us." He said as he walked toward the plane.