ChapterThirty Six
"You know Seth, I don't know anything about you, really." Summer said, as her face showed bewilderment.
"Not one thing?" Seth asked in disbelief.
"Well you know, the stuff I know is slightly superficial. How about we dig deeper? Every question I ask you, you ask me one back. So we know the real us, okay?" Summer said deviously, as if she were ready to conjure up trouble.
"Sounds like a plan, Summer." Seth said, ready to confide in her. He grasped her hand tighter, as she spoke.
"Middle name?" Summer looked at him quickly.
"Don't have one, sweet heart." Seth laughed, "How about you?"
"I'm plain ol' Summer Roberts. Nothing in between. Kinda crashes the style, no?" Summer smiled, "Umm," She thought about what else she could ask Seth, "Have you dated anyone before me?" Seth blushed.
"Do you want an honest answer?" Summer nodded, seeing how uncomfortable she had made Seth, "Well, no. That makes you my first girlfriend. Never would I think the first girlfriend I have, would be the girl that I love with all my heart." Seth smiled. Summer seemed touched by Seth's honesty. Seth, however, did not even bother to ask whether or not Summer had a boyfriend- he knew the answer already.
"Are you a virgin?" Seth asked tentatively. Summer widened her eyes, as her jaw dropped. She punched Seth playfully on his arm, as she hoped she could get out of answering the question. "Well…" Seth pressed.
"Yes." Summer said quickly, yet meticulously. "Are you?"
"I haven't had a girlfriend, but you think I've had 'it'?" Seth asked, "Obviously, yes." Seth smiled. "Uh," Seth stopped to think, "Have you ever been in love?" Summer looked at Seth as seriously as she could. She took this one sole opportunity as an occasion to scare him, just slightly.
"Yes, once." Summer said as if it were burdening her. She wanted to laugh when Seth's eyes almost bulged out with jealousy. "Next question will win you the answer of who. Now my turn," Summer said circumspectly, "Have you ever committed a crime?"
"No." Seth said quickly, "Who did you fall in love with?" Seth said as fast as his lips could conjure.
Summer rolled her eyes, as she laughed intently, "You, you idiot." Summer said as laughter pierced through her lips. Seth replied with a dumb 'oh'. "What do you think about love?" Summer asked.
"It's the most exquisite feeling a person could feel for another person. You?"
"Second that." Summer smiled, "Popularity- overrated?" Summer raised an eyebrow.
"Definitely." Seth groaned, with an almost 'well-what-do-you-think-I'd-say?' kind of attitude.
"Me too. Doesn't count as a question though. So spit." Summer said demandingly.
"Well, friends- are they an accessory?" Seth asked, in the same manner.
"No, of course not," Summer said, as if surprised that Seth was asking this, "They're people you can really relate to about life. They help you through struggles. You learn to love them- and you can't live without them. It's a different kind of love though. How about you?"
"Friends are friends. My question- how is loving a friend different from loving a soul mate?" Seth asked. Summer laughed searching for a sharp answer- she giggled before she could conjure up her solution.
"Less horny." Seth laughed, however Summer proceeded with her questioning, "Have you ever been suicidal?"
"Nope. How about you?" Seth asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Nah. Not once. I'm happy with what I am, even if it's a lil bitchy." Summer smiled. "What was your first ever impression of me?"
"Well," Seth found this a toughie, "You were gorgeous, popular, and a gorgeous, popular, btch. What can I say? I did like you, don't get me wrong but I felt so inferior. Your turn. Same question."
Summer sighed uneasily, "I didn't think too highly of you. But it's changed,"
"That's not what I asked." Seth said slowly.
"Do we have to ruin the moment?" Summer said protectively.
"It's a question, Summer. I want to know, otherwise I wouldn't have asked."
"Well you were the comic book guy,"
"Geek." Seth corrected.
"Okay, comic book 'geek'." Summer said apprehensively. Seemed so much harsher coming from Summer's mouth. "Seth, I can't do this." Seth looked at her sternly, so she continued, "You were an outcast so people like me didn't usually talk with people like you. Next question."
"No, keep going." Summer stopped walking.
"Why do you want to hear this Seth? We're together. That's all that matters." Summer said softly, as she did not want to reveal her true, first intentions. She was upset for the fact that this all could have been avoided. She should have refused to answer that tear-jerking question, so she could have spared Seth his dignity and herself the moral pain that she was trying to forget. As cruel as Summer was, she knew that she had overcome a certain stage in her life- she bettered herself. She now felt culpable when she did something wrong, and her conscience did not let her live, as it gnawed away at her skull.
"Summer, I want to know what you thought about me. I just want to. Please, just tell me." Seth replied, looking in her troubled eyes.
"I'm not going back to that. I've changed Seth, and if you can't realise that I'm trying to pronounce closure on my past, then we need some time apart. I'm so sorry, but it's hard enough living with the thought- living with the thought that someone so special to me knows, would kill me more." Summer looked at Seth closely. He twitched, and then replied.
"I wanna know," Summer looked at Seth severely, "But," Seth said quickly responding to Summer's deadly glare, "I respect the fact that you don't want to tell me."
"Thank you." Summer breathed, relaxed.