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I Hear everything you say, Even when you're miles away

"Okay, come on guys, we need a decision. I don't care if we stay here all night." Taylor scowled in her best 'hard-ass' face at the group of people sat before her. Seth patted her shoulder and stood up.

"Well, we've narrowed it down to three people." Seth pointed at the three photos on the board next to him. "This guy has lots of experience but he looks too old, this guy has been in One Tree Hill, enough said. But this guy…" Seth stopped and pointed to the final photo, a look of realisation on his face.

"This guy, to me, just looks right…" Seth said quietly.

"But Seth… he's not experienced. He's only done commercials and bit-parts in TV," Taylor protested.

"I know but think about it, this character, he's someone who's mysterious, and this guy has that element of mystique." Several people around the table nodded in agreement.

"Seth…" Taylor whined.

"Taylor listen to me," Seth sat back beside her and looked straight at her, "This is our first movie, people will judge our company based on this movie. I know you're in charge of casting but, please take my thoughts in to consideration." Taylor looked back at her partner, knowing the sincerity and truth in his words were stronger than she'd initially thought.

"Okay, so everyone please cast your votes. All in favour of him being cast as the lead role, raise your hands." All the hands in the room but two rose and Seth smiled widely at his staff, silently nodding.

"Fantastic. People, Atomic Productions is on the road to success. Lets just hope Mr Greene helps us!" The staff clapped politely and all rose, packing their belongings away. Taylor stood up, facing Seth.

"Even though I wasn't sure, I'm glad we made this choice," she nodded.

"You should trust me a little more Townsend." Seth picked up his briefcase and exited the room leaving Taylor to make the call.

The smooth piano music floated through the air and soothed Summer's ears. She sat in the dark apartment, a glass of red wine in one hand, the other stroking Vixen. She was relaxing after having a hard day at work. She was so happy to get home. Spencer had just gone to the store to pick up something for dinner, he was quite a good chef and Summer didn't have to go near the kitchen. Spencer had tasted her cooking and after that dreadful experience, had taken over all cooking responsibilities. When he wasn't here, Summer usually got take-out. The door opened and she heard him enter the large apartment.

"What did you get honey?" she called.

"Oh, just some vegetables and noodles, I figured I'd do us a stir-fry," he entered the living room and kissed Summer on the cheek.

"Mmm, that sounds so good right now," she grinned, licking her lips. Spencer laughed, removing his jacket.

On the other side of the country, Taylor Townsend was dialling a number. She heard the dialling tone and anxiously waited for someone to pick up.

Vixen jumped up as the phone began to ring in Summer's apartment. Summer placed down her wine glass, reaching to pick up the handset but she was interrupted.

"Hey, I'll get it Sum. My mom said she'd call," Spencer appeared and picked up the handset.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Taylor Townsend from Atomic Productions. Is Spencer Greene available?" Spencer's heart leapt into his mouth and Summer watched him, puzzled to his sudden silence.

"What's going on?" she mouthed.

"it's the audition people!" he mouthed back. Summer's mouth fell open and she sprang up, dancing impatiently on her tiptoes.

"This is him," Spencer replied.

"Oh right, Hi Spencer, I have news concerning your audition last week."

"Oh right," he nodded.

"I would like to offer you my congratulations, you got the part!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Filming begins Tuesday 15th November in LA, we would like you to come down a couple of weeks before then, to meet the cast and crew and just to get settled. All other necessary information will be mailed to you shortly."

"I can't believe this…" he whispered, his heart thumping.

"It was a unanimous decision, congratulations."

"Thanks."

"Okay, so we'll see you soon, bye for now," Taylor said happily.

"Bye," Spencer breathed.

He placed the phone down and turned to face Summer who was biting her lip, overflowing with impatience.

Please have got the job Spencer. Please have got the job Spencer. PLEASE!

"I can't believe it…" he sighed. Summer's insides stung.

"Oh baby, I'm SO sorry…" she sighed unhappily.

"I GOT IT!" he cried. Summer's heart stopped and she screamed as loud as she could, running towards him. She leapt into his arms and hugged him tighter than ever before. She actually felt a small tear escape her eye. He held her in his arms and had never felt more happier in his whole life. Summer's heart fluttered as he held her away from his shoulder so he could stare into her eyes. She breathed slowly and couldn't find any words to describe how happy she felt at that moment.

After he received his good news Spencer had said 'screw the stir-fry' and told Summer that they'd be dining in one of New York's finest restaurants, Le Bernardin. Summer couldn't refuse and immediately ran to pick out an outfit. Spencer said he was just going to his parents to tell them the news, Summer let him, saying that she needed time to get dressed anyway.

He left and Summer began to get ready, monster butterflies thrashed around in her stomach as she thought about Spencer's new job. Michelle's words rang in her head.

'Spencer is on his way to the top, you know that'

She shook her head, focusing on her reflection in the mirror. Michelle was right. Even if this movie bombed, Spencer would be famous one day, and then she'd be thrust into the spotlight too. Summer had always loved the idea of being famous but after meeting and working with people who were celebrities, she saw how terrible it really is. These women have no privacy at all. Their lives are constantly broadcast across the world. Their relationships are almost impossible as gossip columns invent hurtful stories about them and you are the subject of thousands of conversations.

I couldn't stand having the whole school, talking about me, how could I handle millions talking behind my back?

Summer sat back in her seat, her stomach churned.

I'm being stupid, this movie hasn't even been made yet. It could fail.

She stood up to open the window in her room. A cool September breeze swept over her skin and she took a deep breath, her lungs inflating with cool, crisp oxygen.

I don't want this film to fail though, I want him to be successful. But is that worth sacrificing what we have? If we're not committed to each other, we're dead meat.

Summer felt a shiver sweep up her spine and pulled her jumper closer.

I guess we need to make it clear how we feel…

Summer nodded and set off to the bathroom, the faint sound of Vixen purring on her bed calming her nerves.

Summer stepped out of the cab onto the busy NY street. Darkness had fallen and the place was buzzing as people entered the restaurants all up the street. Spencer was holding the door open for her and he closed the door behind her as she gracefully climbed out. She waited as Spencer paid the cab driver and she looked at the glitzy restaurant before her. Sparkling white lights twinkled through the frosty glass and the warm inviting glow was enticing. She felt a warm hand take hers with a gentle squeeze. Summer glanced back at Spencer who gave her a warm smile and led her forwards into the restaurant.

They walked forwards and entered through the dark mahogany doors and were bathed in the soft golden light from the glimmering chandeliers above their heads. Spencer walked over to the Maitre'D, Summer's arm now linked through his.

"Mr Greene, so good to see you and Ms Roberts, you look amazing," he said, shaking Spencer's and Summer's hands.

"Hey there Olivier, you got a table for us?" Spencer said flashing his trademark charming smile.

"Of course sir, I have your usual, if you'd follow me?" The couple handed their coats to be checked and then followed Olivier through to the main dining room and over to the left hand side where their usual table stood. Olivier pulled Summer's chair out for her and she thanked him.

"Would you like drinks?" he asked the now sitting couple.

"Yes, of course," Spencer smiled. Olivier nodded and called over a waitress.

"Oh yes, say hello to your mother for me Spencer would you?" Olivier asked.

"Sure thing." Olivier smiled and returned to his podium by the door. Spencer's mother had once managed this restaurant and had hired Olivier herself so Spencer had known Olivier for a while now. Mrs Greene now had her own restaurant and it was extremely popular and making lots of money. It was a great thing for Summer because Spencer always knew the best restaurants in town.

Spencer asked the waitress for a large bottle of champagne and she nodded, walking towards the bar. Spencer took Summer's hand.

"Wow, you really are happy aren't you?" Summer laughed as he sat with a wide grin on his face.

"Yeah, I am. I really am…" he mused.

"I can't stress how happy I am for you Spence, you really deserve this," Summer beamed.

"Thanks Sum, that means a lot."

The waitress returned a few minutes later with a large bottle of champagne and two frosted crystal glasses. They watched as the frothy, golden liquid flowed into the glasses and fizzed softly. As they waitress placed the bottle in the ice bucket beside the table and walked away, Spencer raised his glass, Summer doing the same.

"To the future, whatever it may bring," he announced.

"To the future," Summer smiled, clinking her glass with his. Spencer watched his girlfriend as she sipped her champagne and carefully slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to check it was still there. He felt the smooth exterior and nodded to himself. The future would take an interesting change by the end of this meal.

Seth walked up to his apartment door, fumbling in his pocket for his keys.

Damn it, where are you, you stupid keys?

He found them and slipped the key into the lock, gently twisting it and then replacing it back to his pocket. Pushing the cool mahogany door open, he entered the dark apartment. He saw a dim glow radiating from the living room and quickly glanced at his watch. 12.53pm.

Oh crap, I'm in for it now.

He placed his briefcase down and slowly walked through to the living room where he saw Shelley sat on the couch, a large glass of wine in her hand and an angry look on her face.

"Hey Shell," Seth smiled as he entered. Shelley didn't even glance at him, merely took another gulp of her wine.

"Where have you been?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I went out for a drink with…"

"Taylor?" she interrupted.

"Yeah…"

"I knew it." Shelley drained her glass and got up, walking towards the kitchen.

"Shelley, come back!" Seth moaned.

"Im getting another glass, I think I'll need it…" Seth sighed and followed her.

"She was having a bad day," Seth muttered.

"Really? I think I've been hearing that a lot lately! 'Taylor had a bad day', 'She got stood up' Blah, blah, blah Seth," Shelley cried angrily.

"She's my friend! I'm looking out for her! You never used to have such a problem!"

"Yeah, because she could look after herself and I think she still can. She's a big girl Seth, you don't always have to be there. I barely ever see you anymore, I'm your girlfriend, she isn't." She drained her new glass in one gulp and began to walk out of the room but Seth grabbed her arm.

"Shelley wait…" She pulled her arm back.

"I have been waiting Seth. Since 8pm, I'm not going to wait forever, remember that." She turned away and walked out of the room. Seth heard a door slam and sighed heavily. He hated fighting with Shelley and it seemed to be a regular occurrence ever since she'd returned from Paris. He sighed again, his brain telling him only one thing.

Suck it up Cohen and go apologize… you cant lose her

Summer placed her glass on the table, giggling, she was beginning to feel a little light-headed despite having a huge slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Spencer just watched her, her every move and breath. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her. Hearing her laugh was like music to his ears and he swelled with pride whenever she smiled at him. She noticed him staring and frowned.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked, reaching to whip out her compact.

"No, I'm just admiring how lucky I am to have such a gorgeous girlfriend," Spencer grinned.

"Aw, you're too sweet," she blushed. Spencer's heart pounded against his chest. He had to do it now. It was now or never. He took her hands again, trying to ignore the endless pounds from beneath his ribcage.

"Listen Summer, you know how much I love you right?"

"Yeah, I love you too," she smiled.

"And I cant thank you enough for all your support these past few years we've been together…"

"I know…" Summer replied. Something inside her suddenly sprung up and made her heart beats begin to quicken. She didn't know what was going on but she could tell it was something out of the ordinary. She leaned forward, looking into Spencer's eyes, trying to search for an answer there.

"And this film's going to require me to be in LA for a while so we're going to have to make some changes…" he continued. Then she knew, she knew what was going on. He was dumping her. Because he was going to make a movie, he was dumping her. After all the love and support she'd showered on him, he was breaking up with her, now. She struggled to find words.

"I, I uh… what kind of changes…" she stammered, trying to pull her hands away, but he held on tightly.

As her heart pounded faster and faster, everything slowed down and it was like the world was moving in slow motion. She felt the amount of anger rising steadily in her body yet sadness was overtaking it. Spencer was breaking up with her. What was she going to do? She needed him more than anything. He'd helped her get over Seth. How could he be leaving her. She glanced around as people ate, drank and laughed in slow motion. Then she looked back at Spencer, searching for an answer in his eyes. There had to be an answer.

Then her eyes widened in shock as, suddenly, he left his seat, her hand still grasped in his.

"W…What are you doing Spencer?" she stammered in fright as he got down on his knees, one knee to be exact. His hand reached into his pocket and he retrieved a small navy box with a gold rim. He gently opened it and Summer's heat stopped. A ring.

"Summer Roberts, will you marry me?"

The world halted. Time halted, as Summer Roberts was faced with a decision. Decisions were something Summer Roberts loathed. A choice. She'd been faced with a choice before and even though she told herself it was right, she knew she'd made the wrong choice. She'd hurt so many people, one in particular, and she'd never forgiven herself, she never would. That choice had caused her endless pain. Despite meeting the perfect guy, the wounds left from that decision would be open forever. She couldn't afford to make the wrong choice once more. Last time, she'd gone with her brain and ignored her heart. So in order to make the right choice this time, Summer went with what her heart was telling her. She took a deep inward breath and closed her eyes momentarily, gathering her thoughts. She flicked her eyes back open, which were now glazed with tears and knew, she had to make her decision.

But suddenly, something so strange caught her eye that her stomach turned upside down. She squinted as she gazed across Spencer's shoulder at a faint outline of a man. He was tall, with dark curly hair and was wearing a stripy polo shirt, jeans and a pair of battered Converse. It couldn't be… Summer strained her eyes and she swore she saw him mouth something to her, but she couldn't tell what he was saying. She closed her eyes then opened them again, and he was gone. Was this a sign? A reminder of the past or a vision of the future? Summer swallowed hard and tried to listen to her heart. She heard the word. The answer to her question. What she needed to say. The figure of the ghost from her past had only enforced her decision. She ignored her brain took another deep breath and brought herself back down to earth.

Here it goes….

"Yes. I would love to marry you Spencer," she whispered. Spencer froze, laughing slightly.

"Oh my god! Yes! YES!" he leapt up, pulling Summer into a tight hug. They parted and Spencer carefully removed the ring from the box and gently placed it on Summer's finger. She couldn't believe it but if this was what her heart wanted, she knew it must be right.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." He took her in her arms and kissed her passionately. She opened her eyes, looking over his shoulder and she saw the figure again, but he was smiling. At that moment Summer Roberts knew she had no reason to feel guilty anymore. Because somewhere, somehow, Seth Cohen was smiling.

Seth Cohen tossed and turned in his bed. After making up with Shelley, they'd decided to call it a night as Shelley was slightly drunk and Seth was just tired. But after falling into a deep sleep, he had begun to have the strangest dream.

Seth sat alone in a large restaurant. The place was packed and he glanced again at his watch. Then he heard a laugh. Her laugh. He glanced over to the table to his right and there she sat. Her dark hair was up in a chignon and she wore a midnight blue dress which made her look even more beautiful. Her dark eyes sparkled and looked like two dark jewels delicately placed in her eye sockets. But across from her sat a man, Seth couldn't see his face but he had dark hair and he was holding her hand. Anger surged through Seth's veins and his stood up and began to walk to the table.

Then he stopped in his tracks, staring, as the man got out of his seat and knelt down on one knee before Summer. His eyes widened in shock. It couldn't be… He couldn't… She was Seth's girl and no-one else's so why was this guy proposing to her? Seth couldn't move, he was stuck to the spot and could only look on. He saw the man produce a ring and he anxiously watched Summer's face. He saw how her eyes doubled in size in shock, how her cheeks flushed deep pink and how goose-bumps sprang up on her skin. Then he heard something. The whole restaurant had fallen silent and somehow, he could hear what she was thinking, what she was telling herself...

I'd been faced with a choice before and even though I told myself it was right, I knew I'd made the wrong choice. I'd hurt so many people, one in particular, and I'd never forgiven myself, I never would. That choice had caused me endless pain. Despite meeting the perfect guy, the wounds left from that decision would be open forever. I couldn't afford to make the wrong choice once more.

Seth listened intently to her thoughts and they stung. He'd caused her endless pain. She was unhappy because of him. He knew this was the hardest thing he had to do but in his heart, he knew it was the right thing. Her dark eyes suddenly focused on him and he bit his lip. This was it.

"Its okay Summer. I forgive you." He mouthed. She frowned and squinted in his direction. His heart sank and she closed her eyes…

Seth Cohen sat up in his bed, a cold sweat running down the side of his face. What had he just seen? He couldn't believe it. It all seemed so real. It scared him but, strangely, he felt like it had been real. Like Summer had really thought those things and he had chosen to forgive her. He laid back onto his pillows and despite his head being full of thought, his eyes slowly closed and he found himself back in the restaurant.

Seth stood where he had been before and witnessed a different scene. Summer was now stood up and was hugging the man tightly. They broke apart and he slipped the ring on her finger. A wide smile appeared on her face and Seth's heart fluttered. Not with love though, with relief. She was finally happy. She leant forward as the man began to kiss her, but as he was doing so, she opened her eyes and again focused on Seth. He smiled widely at her and although she couldn't return the smile, her eye's sparkled happily. They slowly closed, the soft music floating through the warm air until…

One more time, Seth awoke with a start. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage and his hands trembled. He didn't know what had happened tonight, but it was something surreal. Whether it had been a dream or not remained to be seen but Seth felt contented. Even if it was a figment of his imagination, Seth Cohen had no reason to feel guilty anymore, because somewhere, somehow, he knew that Summer Roberts was smiling.