Chapter Thirty Seven

"Shall we go on?" Seth asked cutely, as he gawked at the waves dancing so metrically, underneath the moonlight. Summer looked at him, as she laughed.

"You're insane, Cohen." Summer shook her head, "Too much trouble for one night, k?" Summer said leisurely. Still the couple managed to keep their hands intertwined, gently caressing each others' cold fingers, from the chilly breeze. Seth looked at Summer, as he paused reluctantly. He had a peculiar gaze about him, that Summer could not define. She almost asked what, but her question was answered when she felt a pair of lips pressing against hers' ever so affectionately. Summer smiled, still concentrating on the blissful feelings Seth was transmitting throughout the active kiss. Seth entangled his hands in Summer's hair, as he toyed with it carefully. Summer played with Seth's neck, as her hands padded the area. Summer's hair was fluttering in the night gentle wind, her breezy skirt dancing to the motion. When the time came to pull away, Summer gulped. Seth touched Summer's chin, willing for her to look up at him- she did.

"One more question?" Seth said in an enticing voice, and Summer replied with a quick groan.

"If you must." Summer beamed as she admired Seth's dark black locks. Seth meditated for a few seconds, before he asked the ultimate question.

"Summer," Summer nodded tamely, as she started to wrap Seth's striking hair around her finger. "Will you ever leave me?" Seth asked, innocence powdering his face.

Summer inhaled profoundly, as she tickled Seth with her palpable glance. "Of course not, you door knob." Summer said before she hung herself around Seth's neck once more, embarking on yet another fleeting kiss, under the midnight sky. It was really getting late. The traquility was frightening, once Summer pulled away and actually realised the night that was drowning the two inside its whereabouts. Summer grasped Seth's arm.

"I hate to say this, but it's really late. We've got a long way to go, to get back home. You wanna start going back?" Summer offered serenely, as she placed a placid, bold look on her entranced face.

"No problem, Summer. Anything for you." Seth acknowledged maturely. The two started to walk closer to their home, down the beach. The sand was tender, and the waved hit closer to their toes as the tide rushed in. After a little while, Seth proudly announced a groovy little saying that he just recently came up with to add some humour, "You know, Sum, you twist my knickers." He said as he pecked Summer quickly on the cheek. Summer chortled, as she continued to walk fast-paced.

"You know, Seth," Summer raised an eyebrow tentatively, as she continued on with the silly commentaries, "You never see a guy serenading anymore- and you know, that really turns me on." Summer smirked joyfully, as she awaited Seth's reaction.

"Can do. Give me five weeks tops. All I gotta do is learn to play a little mandolin, get a new wardrobe, learn to sing, and learn a song- then I'm good to go." Said said reassuringly, laughing at the sole thought of him singing under Summer's window all night, praying insightfully to come outside through the amorous art of serenading.

"I can deal with a rusty voice- I bet you're better then me." Summer laughed out loud, as she imagined herself singing.

"Bring it on. Sing-off. Right now. Right here, Baby. Battle of the horrid singers- only who's worse?" Seth asked quickly.

"Seth, shut up." Summer laughed, as her face showed obvious exhaustion. It was already too late- it was way past her bedtime.

"I'm serious." Seth announced.

"I'm not."

"Come on," Seth said, as he took the lead. He started to sing Brittany Spears' 'Hit me Baby' with his monotone, post-puberty voice. Summer exploded with laughter, when he heard Seth's version of serenading. Summer quickly indulged in the fun, as she started to sing Spice Girls' song, 'Stop right now'. The actions added a spiffy touch. The two cackled, as they laughed and laughed for endless minutes. When enough time erupted, Seth and Summer were back at the Cohen residence, cheeks rosy from the everlasting laughter. Summer collapsed on Seth's bed, as she laid down gazing at the ceiling. She sighed, as she started to talk.

"This was one groovy night." Summer said as her voice seemed excited and dreamy.

"I agree. Totally groovy, baby." Seth said in a southern accent, as he fell right next to his girlfriend. He fell flat on his stomach, so he could observe Summer's beautiful face.

"Why is it that you're just so freaking perfect for me? I mean you're the one that made me a better person." Summer said, her face mellow.

"Am I to answer that?" Seth asked deliberately, as he touched the blouse the uncovered a millimetre of flesh on Summer's stomach. Summer shivered underneath his benign fingertips, but she smiled to herself.

"Nope." Summer said quickly, as she hammered the question herself. "You know Seth, it's like a flipping mission and a half for me, to realise why I took you for granted a little while ago. I have no idea why I was so inhumane to someone so amazing. I just feel so worthless when I think about how much you must have suffered." Summer confided thoughtfully.

"Summer, just forget it, please. Let's start over. I've forgiven you for that- I've searched beyond that Summer. If I cared, we wouldn't be together." Seth said sensibly, as Summer's face creased gently in worry.

"I just feel so ruthless, Seth. I was so mean to you, not giving you a care in the world." Summer gulped.

"Summer, shh. Don't you go ruining the moment after the talk we had earlier. Just forget it already. Rid your conscience of such garbage." Seth replied.

"Thanks." Summer said after a second, "For forgiving me Seth. I know I wouldn't."