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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Gotta Love Those Single Servings

Summer was unusually quiet as they boarded the plane. Seth had to keep glancing over at her to make sure that she was still breathing. Summer never shut up. She didn't even stop talking when Seth was talking. It was a mutual agreement between the two that just because the other was speaking; it didn't mean that the other had to stop talking. Both were amazing at multi-tasking. After shoving Summer's overstuffed Louis Vuitton carry-on bag in the overhead compartment next to his Vans duffel bag, he grabbed two blankets and two pillows and ambled back to his seat.

"Did you know that in 1987, American Airlines saved $40,000 by eliminating one olive from every salad in first class? I bet that's why the pillows and blankets are so small. So they can save a couple millions of dollars on fabric and fines for employing illegal immigrants or something. Either that or they're really just meant for kids. 'Cause I don't know about you, but my head hasn't been this small since I was six. It hardly can handle the Jew fro! And this blanket barely covers my legs, let alone my whole body. It wouldn't even qualify as—I don't know—a good cape," Seth said as he started to put the tiny navy blanket over his shoulders—cape style. Summer ripped the blanket away and glared at him.

"I don't like planes." She grudgingly admitted and turned back to the window.

"Summer Roberts is afraid of flying? Summer Roberts is afraid of something. Wow, I guess this means Little Miss Vixen can't have the power to fly. Aw, man—would've looked hot." He quickly blocked the punch that was elicited from Summer.

"Shut up. God, I mean I am human. And I didn't say I was afraid. I just don't like them. They smell funny." The plane began to take off. As the scenery rolled past the window faster and faster, Summer squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed Seth's arm, digging her manicured nails deep into his skin.

"Not scared, huh?" He winced. She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Okay, maybe planes make me a bit nervous." Seth raised his eyebrow. "Okay, a lot nervous. Whatever."

Once they were in the air, Summer loosened her death grip on Seth's arm slightly. As the flight attendant passed their row with the food cart, Seth ordered a salad for Summer and a turkey sandwich for himself. Together, they opened up the pre-packaged fork, knife, spoon, napkin, salt and pepper and drank their small cup of soda (for Seth) and mini water bottle (for Summer).

"I love these little single-serving things. They're so convenient." Summer commented.

"True. Summer, will you be my single serving friend?" Seth asked. Summer looked at him blankly. "Ya know, like in Fight Club? With Edward Norton? And Brad Pitt?"

"Oh, I love Brad! Well, I did. Now not so much because of the whole 'Brangelina' thing. Seriously, that was so not cool what he did to Jen." Summer stared at Seth expectantly.

"Uh…right. So. Okay let's go over the college road trip. We'll start in Washington, DC and look at Georgetown and The George Washington University. Then, we can check out NYU in Manhattan and Brown in Rhode Island. Maybe we'll hit Providence too. Then its back to hell…I mean, Newport. Is there anywhere you want to go?" He asked quizzically.

"Uh, no. Look, I'm just going to go to sleep okay? I don't feel like talking about

the whole college thing." She turned over and put the blanket over her legs. Then she reached over and grabbed Seth's. "Wait, these came in little plastic bags, right?" She said as she wrinkled her nose.

"Yea Summer, they did. Don't worry. Go to sleep, there's like 4 hours left. I'll wake up after we land—I kinda like having circulation in my arm."

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A/N: Next chapter will be up later today probably. Hope you enjoyed this one!