Chapter Five

During dinner, there was a chattery silence, as everyone was interested in gulping down the amazing food Kirsten had prepared. After Kirsten's plate started being empty and clean, she smiled and protested against the silence. "So what brings you all to the Cohen house tonight?"

"Project." Summer said with annoyance, then smiled at Kirsten.

"Hanging out." Marissa said happily, almost ready to tell Kirsten.

"Videogaming." Luke said.

"You all seem like happy campers then," Kirsten smiled, offering more food to the owners of empty plates. Sandy soon joined them, with a wide grin on his face. He had just returned from work, and he was apologizing from his lateness.

"Sorry darling," He went to kiss his wife. "And wow, hello kids!" Sandy said surprised, as he recognized the faces one by one by one by one bye one. "What a party today, eh?" He sat down comfortably at the head of the table, and started rummaging through the buffet. Once Sandy started to much, the kids excused themselves politely from the table, and they scrammed. They left so fast they practically left a puff of smoke trailing behind them…

Summer and Seth went back into the room to start their project. Summer sat on Seth's bed, looking around, more like snooping around. This was the only time that Summer got a chance to see beyond the comicbook fanatic, and she was well at work. She squinted to see his CD case that was at the far end of the room, and when she noticed all her favourite bands, she was at ill shock. She knew very well she couldn't admit to Cohen that she listened to the same music; that would be humiliating. Just the thought made Summer shudder.

"You listen to pretty queer music, Cohen." Summer remarked, protecting her reputation.

"Suit yourself. If you ever listened them, Roberts," Seth smiled deviously, imitating Summer's 'calling by the last name gag'. "You wouldn't be able to stop. You can't just judge a CD by the cover case…" Seth turned to look Summer right in the eyes; at this moment of time, both Summer and Seth knew he wasn't talking about JUST CDs. He was talking about the unreal reputation the school population had given him, and how Summer made it a crucial part of her life to believe it.

"I've heard them before. I don't live in a cave, if that's what you mean." Summer stared at him curiously. She never noticed Cohen had such dark, and curly hair. She never gave him a second of her life.

"Do you want to type for a while, and I'll research? It's like you've never touched a book before… will you break a nail?" Seth joked, knowing Summer's hatred toward him might increase. Even though he loved her, and cared for her, he wasn't going to change himself just so she would fall head over heals for him.

"Yeah actually I do want to type," Seemingly, Summer had ignored the rest of Seth's comments. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

Uhh… yeah, like love me, and kiss me until we die from loss of air. Seth thought, but replied indifferently. "Actually, not right now."

Summer started to type random pieces of information on Seth's keyboard. Seth was looking in a gazillion books, scanning them with his eyes as carefully as he could. Occassionally, his eyes would depart from the page of the book, and instead of scanning the book, they would scan Summer's brittle body. Seth noticed a little pout form at the tips of her lips, that stated that she was thinking really hard. Seth couldn't resist- he had to comment on how cute she was, this comment to be represented in a more masculine way.

"Don't hurt yourself there Summer. Wouldn't want you to think too hard." Summer turned to him, and didn't change her pout. Turns out this wasn't a pout of deep thought, but a pout of guilt. She then smiled carefully, trying not to give away her true guilt. "Hmm… do I hear an oops coming along?" Seth sensed that Summer had probably messed something up. He got up, and only when he was right by her side staring at the computer screen did Summer say:

"Oops…" She looked at Seth, looking for any shows of emotion, however he just stared blankly at the screen. Little did she know, he was conjuring up a plan to retreive the lost document. "It froze. I'm so sorry Seth." Seth looked at Summer's articulate eyes that were depicting innocence and guilt, at the same time. She felt guilty for ruining the document, but innocent because she knew nothing at all about the cause. Seth didn't get mad, however in turn he felt slightly guilty as well. After deep thought, he finally comprehended the reason the computer froze so suddenly.

"It's not your fault." Seth finally blurted out. Summer looked at him, with a very confused expression on her face.

"Riiiighttt…" She paused momentarily, and started to think. "So who's fault is it? You got ghosts living up here, or what?" Summer asked, constantly wondering why the computer gobbled up their work, without even the option of saving it.

"Well, I have slightly big files on the computer… and if you're using more then one program on this thing, well then it freezes unexpectedly." Summer looked at him angrily, and smacked him in the head.

"Playboy?" Summer asked, half expecting the answer.

"Actually no, Summer. You judge me oh too well," Seth stopped, and looked at Summer, who was slightly surprised by the answer. "Do you want to see?"

After a delirious pause, Summer replied. "Yeah, sure why not? How about after we find out how to get our project back though." Summer sighed, forwarding Seth to the computer.

"Usually, if you open the writing program once more, it should retreive the majority of the project. Hopefully, we'll have such luck." Seth opened the writing program, and like a crystal ball, it opened the reliquished project. "BOO YAH!" Seth yelled out excitedly. Summer was grinning widely, staring dependantly at the retreived document.

"Alright!" Summer exclaimed, then pointed out wisely. "We better save it, before it gets lost again. We might not have the same luck again." Seth submissively followed Summer's command. Then he switched to the mysterious file, after exiting the project. Summer watched the screen anticipatedly, reading quickly its contents. Summer's confusion was evident in her eyes. "Seth! What the hell is this?" Summer stood up ready to slap him. Seth hadn't quite realised what file he had opened for Summer. When he did, he immediately felt 1 foot tall. He could feel his insides melting, and wadding up into a ball that Summer could intentionally stomp on.

"Oh crap!" Seth said closing his eyes and grabbing his head. It was a picture Seth drew, of Summer and him making out romantically on the beach. "Shit you weren't supposed to see that, Summer."

"You have like these OBSESSIONS with me? JUST when I TRY to be nice to you? All you want to do is get in my pants?" Summer was frustrated, with anger peircing her lungs, although Seth couldn't quite understand how she was 'trying' to be nice to him. "You know what! I've done my part in the project," While she was creating this suspenceful pause, she started to calm down. "Now you can finish your part, without me here." Summer glanced at Seth, who hadn't had a second to explain himself. Yes it was a scanned image of a girl who looked an awful lot like Summer, and a handsome guy that looked a lot like Seth, kissing on the sand- but it wasn't what it seemed, not really anyways. Seth tried to catch Summer from leaving the house, but his legs were planted on his bedroom floor. He didn't know the right way to explain this to Summer. It was the wrong file- and her delicate eyes were never meant to see that picture.