I own a computer and that's about it.

Summer got accustomed to sleeping on her back. Flat, no rolling, on her back. Usually with the stereo turned on; Chris chose the station. She'd developed something where she couldn't sleep without noise. It was weird.

But it wasn't like she was depressed. During the day, she was busy, taking Chris on play dates, working with Ursula and Quasimodo, and trying to get a hint of the tan she wanted so desperately. And she didn't think about Seth and why he didn't think she was good enough for him; she just didn't care. His loss. Asshole.

"Kirsten! Do you know where Chris's white shirt is?" Summer bent down into the closet, pulling articles of clothing out belonging to every single member of the house. Kirsten bent down next to her, and started checking all of the shirt and pants and other things.

"Why do you need it?" Kirsten leaned it farther, finding a pair of jean shorts that were basically undistinguishable as, in fact, something any human would wear.

Summer groaned "Ursula told me yesterday that she 'couldn't wait to see my darling son' at her wedding. He's invited! Since when? God, some people just spring these things on you and assume that you totally saw it coming. Stupid."

Kirsten looked behind her at Summer's hair falling around her face, occasionally being tucked behind an ear. She moved to sit on her feet and gently hugged her. Summer crept her arm up around Kirsten's shoulder.

"What was that?" Summer went back to the piles of shirts that were still able to be seen in public.

"You're going to be okay. And you should relax. Okay?"

"I'm relaxed."

"Okay."

"I am."

"Okay."

"Mommy? What are you doing?" Chris's voice came through the closet.

"Looking for your shirt, honey." Summer muttered without turning around.

"What shirt?"

"The white one. With the buttons."

"This one?"

Summer turned around to see Chris dressed in a white dress shirt, black dress pants, a burgundy tie even hung around his neck. Summer's eyes grew and she fell down on her ass.

"Where did you...did you dress yourself like that?"

"No. Uncle Ryan and Seth helped me."

"Oh. That's...nice. Uncle Ryan and Seth didn't mind making me look like an idiot and didn't think to tell me that I didn't have to. You look great, honey. Very handsome."

Chris crawled into the closet behind her and sat down in her lap.

"Is this going to be boring?"

Summer shrugged. "I think so. But you can hang out with Jonathan most of the time if you want."

"Okay." Chris nodded, trying to remember the tall man with dark hair and blue eyes who worked with his mom.

Summer held up Chris's wrist, checking his watch. "I should go get ready, honey. Can you help me...just...get out."

"Okay." Chris shimmied out of the closet, Summer behind him, Kirsten behind her. Summer wiped the dust off her pants, flashed a quick smile, and ran out to the pool house. Laid out on her bed was the dress that had been confirmed to match the curtains, bridesmaid dresses, flowers, everything. Burgundy velvet with thin straps that criss crossed in the back, and basically hugged every inch of skin it touched. Not Summer's first choice, but she had to have gone shopping with Ursula, and she said it matched Summer's hair. So she had to wear it. Especially since Ursula paid for it.

She curled her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail straight out of her head. She glanced at a mirror for a second after perfecting every speck on her face, and ran back into the house, trying to find her purse and notebook and cell phone and pager and 'safety belt' all at the same time.

"Chris!" She found everything but her purse, frantically running into the living room, seeing Chris, Ryan, and Seth lying on the floor, staring at the t.v., Seth and Chris's controls in their hands.

"Chris. Get off the floor, please, honey. You're going to mess up your clothes and...goddammit, where is my purse?"

"Don't cuss, Mommy."

"Oh, thank god." Summer scooped up a black bag and draped it over her shoulder. She sighed exasperatedly, and walked in front of the t.v. crossing her arms. Seth and Chris put down their controllers, Ryan and Seth's eyes scanning up and down the burgundy dress. Seth looked away a second after his eyes caught Summer's, Ryan looking down a second after him.

"You look, uh, gorgeous, Sum. Have...fun?" Ryan shrugged.

Summer choked out a laugh. "Yeah, fun. Chris, come on. We have to go. Jonathan's going to be here in, like, two minutes."

"Okay."

Seth helped Chris pull the black jacket around his shoulders, Seth's eyes never looking up from Chris's back. Chris had decided to forgive Seth after another few trips out on Seth's boat. On some level, Ryan was happy, because it showed that Chris was still a kid. It was good. Seth was happy on every level he could be, but whenever Summer entered a room, he always had something he had to do, or something he had to turn his head to count.

After finishing the buttons in the front, Chris hugged Seth and Ryan and ran over to Summer, taking her hand.

"Oh yeah, you guys," Summer said, spinning around. "Thanks for getting him dressed. And finding his clothes. And not telling me you found them."

Ryan laughed and shook his hand. "Sure."

Summer flashed a quick grin and pulled Chris out of the house. Seth pulled his arm up and scratched the back of his head and started to walk away.

"Damn, she's gorgeous," he muttered, knowing Ryan would hear him.

Summer grabbed a little girl's hand and gently pulled her to the front of the room, setting a brown basket in her hands.

"Honey, you have to stay here, okay? I know it's a long time to wait, but please. Count to three hundred, and then you can start walking, okay?"

Summer found three bridesmaids in the bathroom, downing shot glasses filled with Jack Daniels, Quasimodo in the foyer, muttering 'I do' to himself, and the father of the bride in the bathroom trying to hide from the bridesmaids. This had to be over as soon as possible.

Chris sat on a counter in the kitchen with Jonathan's back to him; Jonathan yelling out last minute checks to the rest of the people in the kitchen. He spun around with a grin and fixed Chris's suit.

"You look so sharp, kid. Maybe you should walk around that flower girl in the front. She was watching you."

Chris laughed as the man Chris couldn't all together remember laughed with his mouth all the way open. Summer came running in a second later, grabbed Chris's hand and helped him off the counter. She was about to run out of the room, but Jonathan took her hand and swept her around into a hug.

"Relax, Roberts. You're fine. You're good, and you'll be okay. And please stop running or you're going to fall on your ass."

"Yeah. Right. Okay. Walk. Thanks, John." She kissed his cheek quickly and took Chris's hand, but walked him into the ceremony hall. They stood in the back, watching the wedding party move their way down the aisle. Quasimodo was cracking his knuckles at the altar, but when Ursula came through the curtain with her father, he stopped. Summer watched her glide, and she watched the look in his eyes, and she kissed Chris's head.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," she whispered.

Summer got up quietly and slipped out of a side door into the bathroom. She stood in front of the sink, watching herself in the mirror. He was scared. That had to be it. He was scared because they really were starting to look more and more like a family, and he couldn't take it. Most guys didn't like looking like a father when they still hadn't actually told their girlfriend that they loved her. He was scared.

She stayed in the bathroom until the I do's were over, but came back in for the walk back down the aisle. She saw a few women pointing at her, but she was used to that by now. People wanted to know who she was. She sat down next to Chris and let his head fall into her lap. She let her fingers dance down his shirt and tickle his stomach and he laughed groggily through his lazy lips.

After Mr. and Mrs. Quasimodo exited the hall, Summer whispered "two more hours" to Chris and coaxed him to go back to the kitchen with Jonathan while she finalized all their plans. She got to the reception hall in one piece; Jonathan dropped Chris off with her with another kiss to the cheek and ran off to the caterer gathering. After the married couple greeted nearly all the guests, Ursula caught Summer and Chris with her new husband attached to her hip.

"Oh, Summer, darling, it's so beautiful. Thank you so much, sweetheart." She hugged her firmly, and let her husband kiss Summer's hand. "Who's this little guy?"

Summer suppressed the eye roll. You told me to bring him, ma'am, and he hated every second of it. "This is Chris, my son. Chris, this is..."

"Mr. and Mrs. Linter. I know." Chris grinned at her, trying to make her proud that he remembered. He shook both of their hands, Mr. and Mrs. Linter a little taken back at the polite little seven year old.

Summer smiled back at him and nodded. They slipped into the kitchen for the first dances, Jonathan always finding Summer's hand, Chris always watching Jonathan. Summer didn't even seem to notice. After a few songs, she winked at Chris and pulled him out of the kitchen to the hall. Chris looked around the room, the white flowers tinting orange from the huge ceiling that let sunlight through. Summer took him into the middle of the room, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled his head against her and danced with him to the music.

"Come away with me in the night. Come away with me, and I will write you a song. Come away with me on a bus. Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies. I wanna walk with you on a cloudy day, in fields where the yellow grass grows knee high, so won't you try to come? Come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you."

"Mom?"

"Yeah, honey."

"Are you happy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you happy? Right now?"

"I'm with you, honey. Of course I'm happy."

"What about Seth?"

"What about him, honey?"

"So all I ask is for you, to come away with me. Come away with me."

Chris let go of Summer's waist and looked up at her as people awed as Mr. and Mrs. Linter shoved cake at each other.

"Did you love him?"

"Honey, don't..."

"Did you?"

"Yes. Could you just..."

"Do you still love him? Right now?"

"Chris, stop."

"Do you?"

Jonathan walked up with a smile on his face. "So, Chris, you want to get out of here? I have a break and you've seen Ursula, so I could take you home if you want."

Chris was still looking at Summer, but she turned and smiled back at Jonathan. "Yes, thank you. Chris, I'll see you soon, okay?"

Jonathan nodded and led Chris through the people to the door. Summer watched the door shut and turned around to see the people clink their glasses and Mr. and Mrs. Linter kiss.

Jonathan let Chris sit in the front seat; something his mom never let him do. They drove in an awkward silence, until Chris sighed and turned away from the window.

"Do you like my mom?"

"What was that, Chris?"

"Do you like her?"

"Uh, why do you want to know?"

"Because. I want to help."

"Well, I...do. Don't tell her though, okay? It has to be gradual."

"She likes someone else."

"Who?"

"Someone who's not you. She's not going to marry you."

"Hey, Chris, the marriage thing is a little random, isn't it?"

Chris shrugged and looked back out the window. He ignored any further attempts Jonathan made at conversation, and got out silently when they stopped at his house. Kirsten came out, a slight smile on her face.

"Jonathan, it's so good to see you again. You look great."

"As do you, Mrs. Cohen. Summer's going to be a little longer, but Chris was getting bored."

"Oh, that's fine. Thank you for driving him home."

"Sure. Okay, well, my break is going to be over soon, so I'll see you guys some other time. Bye Chris. Mrs. Cohen."

"Bye Jonathan."

Chris waved half heartedly and turned his back around to Jonathan as he got into his car. As soon as he left, Chris rolled his eyes at Kirsten.

"What's wrong?"

Chris shook his head. Kirsten played with a smile around her mouth.

"Do you not like Jonathan?"

Chris looked back at her and rolled his eyes again. Kirsten had to place a hand over her mouth. He looked so much like some other little kid with curly hair.

"Do you think he likes your mom? And...you don't like that?"

Chris rolled his eyes one last time and walked past Kirsten into the house. Chris landed on the couch next to Ryan with his chin in his chest and his eyes lowered down with it. Ryan looked away from the t.v. and raised an eyebrow.

"Wedding was fun?" He raised the other one too and broke a grin.

Chris glared at him and looked behind his head and Seth, who was about to grin too.

"It wasn't fun." Chris gritted his teeth and pulled off his jacket, struggling a little because he was going so fast.

Ryan smirked and let his hand fall down on Chris's head. "It's girl stuff anyway, right?"

"No. I don't care about that. But it sucked."

"What happened? Did they pinch your cheeks or something?"

"No. I had to wait in the kitchen for most of it."

"You get bored?"

"No. Because someone was always talking to me."

"Your...mom?"

"No. Jonathan." Chris whined out his name and rolled his eyes again. Ryan nodded and leaned back on the couch.

"Did you remember him?"

"Yes. I didn't like him then either."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't. He's stupid."

"Okay. So you didn't."

"I didn't."

"Okay."

Seth looked back at the t.v. and crossed his arms. "Who's Jonathan?"

Chris rolled his eyes again. "My mom's co-worker. Stupid."

Seth looked over at Ryan and Ryan shrugged. "Ex boyfriend."

Seth nodded and looked back at the t.v. Chris rolled his eyes.

"She didn't really date him."

Ryan raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Yes, she did."

"No. He was just here all the time. She didn't like him that much."

"Yes, she did."

"No, she didn't." Chris looked at Ryan and challenged him the best he could.

"But she doesn't anymore. Because he wasn't a good boyfriend."

"Yeah. That's what I meant. He's not good."

Seth looked back over at Ryan. "What did he do?"

Ryan shrugged and looked at the t.v. with both Chris and Seth looking at him. "He just wasn't a good person. Let alone boyfriend. Especially for Summer."

"Ryan. What did he do?" Seth asked, lowering his voice.

Ryan shrugged.

"Did he cheat on her?" Seth turned his whole body around.

"No."

"What did he do?"

"He cheated on Marissa."

"What?"

"Dated her too. Before Brendan. Cheated on her. Summer introduces Prince Charming to Marissa; Marissa recognizes him; Marissa tells Summer to dump him. Summer does."

"Does she always listen to Marissa?"

"What do you mean always?"

"I mean, she did with you...oh. Never mind." Seth recrossed his arms and looked away from Ryan.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. I...nothing."

"Chris, go." Ryan muttered without turning his glare.

"What? I don't want to." Chris looked from Ryan to Seth.

"Go."

"No."

"Now."

Chris groaned. "I never get to stay for the good stuff." He got up and walked out of the room.

Ryan gently let out a breath. "Listen, Seth, I didn't...well, I mean, you know that I and...you knew that. So you shouldn't be..."

"I'm not."

"Oh. Okay. So what did you do for her?"

"What? Who?"

"Jenn. She was the one that told you, right? And she told you everything she knew, right?"

"Uh...yeah."

Ryan shrugged. "That's Jenn. Can't really keep her mouth shut. Then, she and Summer team up against me. But please tell me she got something out of it and didn't just, like, volunteer information."

"Oh, yeah. I had to tell her stories about Fiji."

"Oh, okay. So she can stock up on her gossip. That makes sense."

"Yeah. Don't get mad at her, though. I technically wasn't supposed to tell you."

"Yeah, whatever. So she told you about Marissa?"

"Yeah. I didn't know Marissa could such a big impact on her."

"She was scared; I was scared. I mean, Marissa had just calmed down and, I dunno, we were scared that this would throw her back or something. So Summer talked to her, and then next thing I knew she was ignoring me. So, yeah. Jenn doesn't know everything."

"But she'll tell a lot faster than you will."

"That's because she...is a blabbermouth. Cute as hell, smart as hell, but a really big blabbermouth."

"Yeah."

Seth leaned back on the couch too, Ryan watching him.

"Don't worry about it, though."

"Worry about what?"

"Summer."

"Why would I worry about Summer?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows, but shook his head. "You ask her to come back, and she will. She likes you that much, man."

"I broke up with her."

"Right. Right. But...I don't know, maybe if...she doesn't end up as happy as you thought she would, then...I don't know. Whatever."

"You still suck at talking, Ryan. I have no idea what you just said."

"Just...think about it. If she...think about why you actually did break up with her. It might not all be true. That's it."

Ryan glanced at his watch and stood up. "I have to go pick up Jenn. See you later, man."

He clapped him on the shoulder and walked out, Seth stuck with a really old rerun of some Friends-wannabe sitcom. Summer was better off. She knew that, somewhere. And Jonathan was...nothing. Seth wasn't going to be worried about Jonathans. There were probably a lot of them. Old boyfriends. But he didn't care. Because he broke up with her for a good reason. What was it again?

I'm really glad this came out because tomorrow, "the gates of hell shall envelop me." School sucks serious ass. So these chapters might come out a little slower. Thanks for listening, please leave a review. Peace and love...