A/N: I went back and fixed a lot of previous chapters, I am not ignorant I am just a horrible speller. If there are any major mistakes let me know and I'll do my best to fix them.
He'll Be Back
Chapter fourteen
Seth rolled over and pulled it out from under him. He looked at it willing his eyes to focus. His head throbbed and the effort was too great. "Summer?" Seth whined, " What is this box?"
"Go to sleep," Summer groaned sinking further under the blankets. Seth kissed the top of her forehead and got out of bed. "Shit Cohen what time is it?" Summer asked rolling over to look at the clock. "My dad is probably up so don't leave the room," she warned him before pulling a pillow over her head.
Seth sat at the edge of her bed fidgeting with the box absent-mindedly. "Hey Summer?" Seth called.
"What do you want now shit head?" she cried muffled. She then threw the pillow off her and rolled on to her back. "I'm up, are you satisfied?"
"It's past noon, how much longer did you plan on sleeping?"
"Until all the toxins are out of my system. I would suggest you do the same," she said preparing to bury her self.
"You're no fun," Seth said chucking the box at her head. It hit her squarely between the eyes and she grabbed it ready to launch it back.
"Fuck, no wonder you woke me up,"
"What? I just wanted to be entertained. Why what is the box? I can't read with this headache."
"Never mind," Summer said throwing the box past Seth on to the floor.
"No fair, now I've got to know." Seth said jumping and retrieving it from the floor. Summer watched in horror. "Pre… Nancy…test?" Seth struggled squinting his eyes and holding the box as far away form his face as his arms would allow. He brought the box closer. Summer pulled the blanket over her head. "Summer!" Seth cried in a high-pitched whine.
Summer peaked from under the covers and sat up at the sight of Seth. He sat on the stool in front of her vanity. He was pale and sweaty. "Cohen?" she asked softly.
"So that's what last night was? You drinking and smoking and then using my body for fun?"
"Cohen" Summer said pleading with him.
"No, really, you got me drunk so that you could have your way with me, after you stopped stressing over a false alarm."
"First off, you got yourself drunk. Second, the sex was excellent and if you said differently I would expect your nose to grow. Hand that box to me shit head." Summer said holding her hand out. Seth obediently walked over and handed it to her. She sat reading the box. "And, third, I just found out that it was a false alarm now."
"Wait you didn't even take the test."
"Yeah, I did last night. It says here that lines means not pregnant, and I had two lines yesterday."
"What does it show for pregnant?"
"I don't know a circle or something," Summer laughed throwing the box over to him.
"Thank you, Moses." Seth said clapping his hands together. "My father would cut my balls off if I had… wait pregnant is also lines…how many lines did you have? One or two?"
"Umm… two I think," Summer said praying it was the right better result.
"Shit," Seth said looking up at her from the box.
"You're kidding right?" Summer asked desperately.
"You didn't even wait to read the results?" Seth asked shaking the box in the air.
"Stop yelling," Summer said tears pouring down her face.
"No I'm freaking out here."
"Please, you're going to be heard," Summer sobbed.
"You didn't even care enough to read the test,"
"Cohen, I just didn't want to think about it,"
"Oh that's great, I bet you were going to wait until you began to show to check the goddamn test."
"I don't even see why this effects you," Summer shouted.
"Oh yeah, who's baby is it then?" Seth accused.
"I just mean I'm not having a baby,"
"You're not what? " Seth demanded.
"You heard me, dip shit, I can't have a baby. If last night was any indication, I am not a girl that should be forced to be responsible for the life of a child."
"You drank and smoked last night, knowing that you could have been pregnant?" Seth asked rhetorically.
"That is exactly my point,"
"You can't get an abortion," Seth said sternly crossing his arms.
Summer stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. "Seth it is not your choice what I do," she then walked to the door and led him down the stairs to her car.
"Summer?" Seth said quietly as they drove to his house.
"What?" She barked.
"Do you love me?"
Summer slammed onto the breaks and faced him. "Seth, this isn't about love,"
"Why not?"
"Seth, you of all people. Mr. Liberal."
"Summer I love you, and I'm not positive but I have this little inkling that our relationship is not just about good sex."
"Cohen, I am not about to have a baby to prove to you how much I love you." Summer cried her eyes brimming with tears.
"If I could I would," Seth said. Summer smiled and leaned over to kiss him.
"I know you would," she said pulling away from the curb.
They pulled up to his house and Marissa's jeep was already in the driveway. "Will you stay for a little while or do you have to go be a feminist?"
"I'll hang out for a bit."
"Are you sure that there aren't any bras that you have to go burn," Seth asked kissing her.
"Nope," Summer said getting out of the car.
A/N: I also don't want to receive any prolife reviews. Please trust that though I am a liberal, I am not going to have Summer terminate her pregnancy because of my plot.