Chapter 3 - Back.

Summer and Nathan laid on her bed, making out, with the movie "10 Things I Hate About You" blaring from the speakers.

Knock, Knock. Summer's father was at the door.

"Summer, it's Dad." Came his low voice.

Nathan pulled away from their tight lip-lock, and kissed Summer's soft cheek. "I guess I'll call you later." He got up from the bed, and slipped on his tennis shoes.

"Okay." She smiled, and grabbed his hand, pulling him back closer to her face, and kissed him. "Bye love."

It was their 'cute couple thing,' to call each other "love."

"Bye love." He said smiling with passion, and excused himself from Mr. Roberts.

Summer adjusted her shirt, and pulled her fingers through her hair, and pulled her legs up into Indian style on her bed.

"Hey sweetie." He sounded nervous.

"Hiya dad. What's going on, apparently there's some news?" She could read her father like a book.

"Yes. Good and bad, I'm afraid."

Summer swallowed with a loud gulp, and blinked her eyes slowly. "Go on." She said.

"I'm afraid I'm being moved back to Newport for the practice, and we're going to have to go back there to live." He looked down at the ground briefly.

"What?" Is all Summer could make herself say after what seemed like minutes of absolute silence.

"I'm sorry Summer. I know that you've made such a life for yourself here. —All of your friends, and Nathan. It's just. Newport isn't far from Laguna, and well, we can, adjust again right?" He began getting ahead of himself.

Summer sat on her bed, and put her head into her hands. She couldn't think because there was so much racing through her mind. "Okay." She finally said.

"Okay?" Mr. Roberts wasn't sure what she meant, or if she was going to continue on.

"Yeah. Okay. If we have to move, we'll move." A longer sentence this time. "I'll start packing."

Mr. Roberts knew it was time for Summer to be alone. After-all she was only 15 years old, and just finishing her first year of High School, and would now have to be thrown back to the place she grew up, and was ignored. They'd be leaving in less then a week, and be back into a house similar to the one they lived in right now.

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Ring, Ring.

"Nathan." Summer said softly.

"Hey love. How's it hanging?" He said in his cute voice.

"...Well." Summer hesitated.

"...Well what? Something on your mind?" Nathan knew Summer pretty good himself.

"I have to move." She spat out, knowing he'd think to another house. "Back to Newport Beach."

Silence, for what seemed again like several minutes. "Oh." He said finally.

"Yeah, I know." She said.

"Well, I'm going to come over." He said, and hung up the phone.

She wanted to tell him not too, that it'd just make it harder, but she couldn't. Her room was completely packed, and as her current thoughts raced through her mind, her new room in Newport was being set up, and she was sleeping on a blow-up bed until they left in less then 48 hours.

Knock. "It's me." Nathan said.

Summer and Nathan talked about everything that would happen to them, what things they should do, and talked about their care for each other, but it all had to end in the fact that they were just starting their actual high school lives, and staying together in two different towns would be a dumb and hurtful idea. They decided that they'd break up, but if it weren't for the move 'it would have never happened.' They kissed one last time, and Nathan was off.

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"Ready to head out babe?" Her father said, as she stared out into the ocean.

"Sure." She said catching her voice.

They headed off in their limo, to their new home. Pulling up to their extremely expensive looking house, that was truly expensive, her father kiss her head, and welcomed her back to Newport. Summer stepped out onto her new driveway, and flipped her hair out of her face. "I'm back." She smiled.

Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.

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Okay, so I guess the story will probably lift off in Chapter 4 (which is the next one). There will probably be around 14 or 15 chapters, which will make a good story thing.

Next Chapter:

-WHERE THE HECK IS SETH COHEN?

-What is Summer's status?

-How does her first charity event go, with the rest of the kids who last knew her as the paint flake on the wall?