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I won't cry, I won't cry. No I won't shed a tear, just as long as you stand, stand by me.
--Stand By Me Oasis
He could hear her. She was in the bathroom, first blow drying her hair, then making more noise than she probably realized as she opened and closed the drawers in the bathroom.
Seth imagined her sweeping her hair up into a bun with loose brown curls hanging down, her make-up perfectly applied. She never needed it, although when he told her that she made a kind of "pshh" sound.
Seth rolled over onto his back and examined the smooth ceiling above his head. It was early; so early that the sun hadn't even peaked over the water yet. There was no beautiful pink and orange in the sky, either.
It was just black. Blah. Boring. Empty. 'Kind of like my heart,' Seth thought to himself.
He finally heard her rustling around in her closet. Her room was just next to his. The night before, he had heard Caden go into her room, never coming back out. That was normal though. No matter how hard they fought him, he was too stubborn, too much like his parents, to go back to his "big boy bed."
Summer weaved the brush through her hair one last time before pulling out her mascara, threading the black wand through her eyelashes once again before venturing into her room, into her closet.
Deciding on jeans, Summer slipped them on, followed by a navy blue, figure-fitting shirt. Summer looked in the mirror, groaning inwardly. She hadn't slept the whole night, no thanks to Seth Cohen. He just had to say the perfect things, the things that kept replaying in her mind over and over, never stopping, and driving her completely insane.
After contemplating whether or not more make-up was needed to cover the hideous bags under her eyes, and deciding to not bother with it, Summer hurried down the hallway, pulling a pair of khaki's and a polo shirt out of Caden's closet.
She rushed back to her room, lightly shaking the little boy snuggled under the covers. "Baby, mommy has to go to school. Get up so you can get dressed and go to day care," she whispered.
After minutes of no response, Summer sat him up, much to his dismay, and pulled his pajama's off, replacing them with the clothes she'd picked out. He yawned grumpily.
No more than 10 minutes later, she was out the door, pulling out of the driveway and speeding to Caden's daycare. It was always hard dropping him off in the mornings.
Walking him inside, Summer smiled at the woman who ran the place. Summer squatted down to Caden's eye level and kissed his cheek. "I'll be back this afternoon," she explained softly, briefly.
Summer waved "bye" to him once she reached the door, blocking out his screams and sobs. He definitely had separation anxiety.
Seth watched Summer and Caden leave from his bedroom window, the sun finally peaking into the sky, then quickly pulled some clothes on and left for school. There was one good thing about college: he never saw Summer.
If they were going out, it would be a bad thing. But considering the current events, he was glad he wouldn't have to see her.
Seth sighed. He had poured his heart out to her, everything in it and everything that made him, and she had rejected it. She had rejected him. She had decided to actually marry David. Summer Roberts, love of his life, was marrying David, and in three weeks.
The last bit of information Seth had earned due to his 'wolf' like ears. She had been on the phone with David the previous night, talking about wedding plans. He wanted to get married soon. She didn't disagree, obviously.
Was she that eager to get away from him?
Seth's pants vibrated impatiently and he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, opening it quickly. "Hey Olivia," he said.
Her cheery voice instantly made Seth smile. She was always happy. She was never not happy. That's why he liked her, long story short. On the bad days, she made them good. Summer used to do that for him.
"I was thinking, which I know is something I probably shouldn't ever do. But there's this concert tonight, so if you're not busy, I have tickets," she explained, and Seth could imagine how red her cheeks were.
They had been dating for like, ever, and still, she managed to get all pink and flustered when she was the one asking him out on a date.
"Sure, sweetie. That sounds great."
They talked for a few more minutes about irrelevant things and finally Seth wrapped up the conversation as he reached UCLA.
Summer heaved her lunch into the toilet, holding her hair back as the acidic liquid emptied her body. Caden stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking pathetically at his mother.
He walked over to her and patted her back like she had done for him when he was sick. "I'm sorry I gots you sick mommy."
Summer smiled at Caden. "It's not your fault," she said, flushing the toilet and then rinsing her mouth out with water. "Why don't you go watch a movie with daddy while mommy takes a shower," she proposed, and Caden nodded his approval at the idea, leaving the bathroom.
Summer opened the cabinet doors and pulled out the rectangle box. 98 Accurate it read. Sitting down, Summer leaned against the wall of the bathroom. Three years ago, she had been doing the exact same thing. Only then, she was a teenager.
Deciding that she couldn't do this without Seth, Summer set the box down and walked slowly down the stairs. Seth and Caden were nestled on the couch, watching cartoons, laughing occasionally.
"Uh, Cohen, can I see you upstairs for a few minutes?"
He could tell she was worried, and confused, he agreed, following her up the stairs, leaving Caden to watch T.V.
Summer grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, unaware of how she was going to tell him this. He hated her right now. Heck, she hated herself for doing what she did to him.
But they were in a crisis. If she was pregnant, her future with David was ruined. Their futures were ruined.
Summer decided the box would explain itself, so she picked it up and held it in front of his face. Summer could see the color draining from his face. "You're…your uh…your pregnant?"
Summer bit her lip. "I don't know. I haven't taken it yet…and I'm kind of scared to."
Seth nodded. "So…is it mine…or David's?" he asked, and the idea of it possibly being David's made Seth's mouth sour.
Summer rolled her eyes. "It would be yours, idiot. I've never slept with David."
"Really?"
Summer hit him on the arm. "Yes, really! I won't sleep with just anyone, not that you're someone special, so don't go getting all conceited."
"I don't think you need to take the test. Your bitch-mode, mood swingy self tells me everything," Seth said, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.
Summer narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. "Don't jinx it! I am soo not pregnant," she told herself, as if trying to "un-jinx" what Seth said.
Rolling his eyes, Seth grabbed the box and opened it, pulling the contents out. "I'm gonna wait in the hall. You take the test. Then come out here, and we'll wait for the results together."
Summer cocked her head. "Okay, bossy. Now leave," she demanded, pushing him out the door and locking it behind him.
Seth stared blankly at the wall. Wow. Pregnant? A part of Seth liked the idea. Caden was the most important person inhis life, along with Summer, and another baby would be great, to an extent. But it would end his relationship with Olivia, and it would end Summer's relationship with David.
Seth knocked on the bathroom door. "How long does it take to pee on a stick, Summer?" he asked impatiently.
"IN A MINUTE!" Summer screamed from the other side of the door, and Seth backed away from it.
Finally, Summer emerged from the bathroom, and she stared whole-heartedly at Seth. "What have we gotten ourselves into?" she asked, sitting down beside him.
"You're the one who wanted to have sex," Seth said, and Summer elbowed him. He laughed, and she smiled. "In about," Summer began, looking at her watch. "…two minutes, our whole lives could be completely changed," she examined, and Seth sighed.
"It's amazing how much urine on a stick can tell you," he joked, and Summer smiled.
"I promise I'll never have sex with you again," Summer said, sticking out her pinky finger for Seth to wrap his around. He did, and said "except for that hot affair we have four times a year."
Summer laughed, and then asked "Why four times a year?"
"Well," he said, holding four fingers up, taking one down every time he named a day. "My birthday, your birthday, Valentine's day, and a free day when we're both completely bored."
Summer giggled. "Sounds good," she said, completely at ease. He was making the wait not seem so tension-able.
The timer on Summer's watch chimed loudly, annoyingly, and they exchanged scared looks. "Here it goes," Summer said, picking up the stick.