Chapter Eighteen

Morning struck, letting in streams of light through Summer's window. She scrunched her eyes, yawning, as she extended her arms to stretch. She turned to her side, smiling a sweet, pleasant smile. Now that things were better with her dad, she actually had a reason for that peaceful grin. Everything was right in the world, for the time being – her daddy finally accepted Seth Cohen, and she was going to spend the rest of her life with the ultimate man of her dreams.

A sullen ring of Summer's cellular phone, shattered the silence, forcing Summer's smile into a meagre grunt, "Hello?" She called into the phone.

"Hey, Sum, did I wake you?" The voice of Marissa answered back to her annoyed hello.

"Nah," Summer said, yawning once more, "I was thinking about how perfect my life is, right at the moment. You kind of interfered, but hey, you're part of the perfection of it all, too." Marissa smiled at the compliment. Summer knew it was true – without a best friend at her side, even love wouldn't seem so heavenly, and invincible.

"Thanks, Sum. I can instate the same comment for you." Marissa's voice was mellow, and tired.

"But of course," Summer laughed, "What are you doing?" Summer asked thoughtfully, sincerely wondering whether Marissa would go to school today to accompany Summer on her first day back.

"Getting ready for school; what did you expect?" Confusion splattered Marissa's perfectly makeup-ed face.

"Just making sure." Summer pointed out, "I wouldn't want to be alone on my first day back, now would I?" Summer smiled, "Okay, see you there then." Summer almost hung up, until Marissa called into the phone almost frantically.

"Wait!" Marissa shrieked in urgency,

"Okay . . ." Summer's voice trailed off by the end, not knowing what to expect.

"You know what? Nevermind." Marissa said in a more pleasant tone, allowing Summer to get off the phone, "Later Sum." Summer tried to speak, but before she said anything Marissa hung the phone up quickly. What was going on? What did Marissa have to say? Things were just so- well, weird.

Summer didn't let the oddness of the situation get to her though. She was thinking about the age-old phrase, curiosity killed the cat. If Marissa had anything to tell her, she would- if not today, than tomorrow, or soon enough anyway. Summer was proud at how mature she was, walking over to the bathroom and starting her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, and applied a tad of make-up, so she could look her best. Not exactly knowing what to wear, she opened her closet, and studied the dozens and dozens hangers worth of clothes. In the end, she chose a V-neck silky, light blue, spaghetti strap top, with a light green lining, and a pair of light coloured jeans- needless to say, they hugged her legs very comfortably.

Summer looked in the mirror proudly, as she picked the perfect outfit. She had to admit- she looked great, after being confined in a hospital for a week or so. She thought she had lost all sense of style, but she was oddly wrong- she hadn't. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton purse and swung it over her shoulder, as she strode down to her kitchen, with a wild grin on her face.

"Hey daddy," She said happily, as she sat down near the kitchen counter, on a tall stool, "What's cooking?" Whoa- those words never passed through Summer's lips before. Happiness was weird like that- it made you perfectly express yourself, with the perfectly weirdest words. Mr. Roberts turned to look at her,

"Why are you so whimsical today, darling? Did something out of the ordinary happen?" He asked, calmly scrambling the scrambled eggs.

"Nope, not really," Summer continued to smile, "Well, other then my marriage being completely approved." Summer stared at her Dad, hoping he would realise that he made her this happy.

"You're this happy, because of last night?" He asked, not sure what to think.

"Of course." Summer replied wittily.

"Well then, you're welcome." Mr. Roberts said, as he himself, started to grin.

"No- you're welcome." Summer corrected.

"Pardon me?" Mr. Roberts looked at her, like she had just stuck a noodle up her nose.

"You just accepted one of the greatest guys on the planet, into your life. You're welcome!" Summer shrugged as she smiled, "I assume Seth's waiting for me- it's time. I'm not really that hungry, but Bonne Appetite!" Summer squealed happily, as she ran towards her father to give him a peck on his cheek. Summer ran towards the door, and when she saw Seth's car, she stopped dead in her tracks, and sighed- nothing could ruin her mood. Absolutely nothing.

"Good morning, Love." Seth said as Summer entered the car. Summer grinned, as she leaned over to the driver's seat to give Seth a long, passionate kiss.

"Good morning." Summer replied, after she retracted from the kiss.

"Why are you so cheery this morning, might I ask?" Seth asked politely, as he stared at Summer's glowing self in awe.

"How could I not be? I've got you ; My daddy accepts you ; and everything is right in the world." Summer stared at Seth's quickly changing expression. His eyes flared with excitement, as his mouth opened about ten feet.

"You kidding me? Everything is clear?" Seth asked in excitement.

"All clear, honey. All clear." Summer said, as she exhaled deeply once more. Something about this was just too incredible- too unbelievable. However, Summer believed every bit of her – fairy tale.