A/N: Sorry for not having this chapter up sooner! It's been awhile. Thanks for the great reviews for my last chapter, and thanks for reading!

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While we're young and beautiful,
We'll party down on Main street,
Wearing next to nothing,
Feeling every heart beat,
Having fun, while we're still young and beautiful.
--Carrie Underwood (We're Young & Beautiful)

Summer slid the tiny black dress onto her body and quickly slipped on her hot pink stilettos. She examined herself in the mirror. Her earrings hung low and her hair was swept up, a few curly strands falling down. "Man, I look hot," she said to herself.

The dress was cut half-way above the knee, showing off her perfectly tanned and smooth legs. Grabbing her purse, Summer strutted downstairs, fully prepared for a killer hangover the following morning, because this was the night of her bachelorette party and she planned to party.

Seth's eyes widened in response to Summer's outfit. Summer snickered. "I can see you drooling, Cohen." Seth rolled his eyes. "Someone's conceited. If you must know, I was salivating over the delicious steak I'm going to be enjoying tonight."

Summer cocked her eyebrow. "Your steak? Since when do you eat steak, Cohen?"

He made a kind of "pshh" sound. "All the time," he responded. "I even bought beer. Ryan's coming over. We're having boy's night while you're out getting drunk off your ass," he said.

Summer was about to reply when the doorbell sang sharply through the house. "Have fun eating your steak," she said, rushing to the door. "Don't wait up," she yelled.

Seth threw a bottle of beer at Ryan, who caught it in his hand. Caden was nestled comfortably on the couch, sipping his apple juice and coloring a picture.

Seth plopped beside Caden, cutting up his steak with a knife. "I've never really cooked steak before," Seth said, looking over at Ryan who was already eating a piece.

"It's…interesting," Ryan said, swallowing the meat hard. "Kind of overcooked," he examined. Seth rolled his eyes. "Well some of us don't like the blood practically running out of it."

Ryan took a swig of his beer. "Whatever," he said. "So how are you and Summer doing?"

Seth shrugged his shoulders. "We're friends," he responded, drinking his beer. Ryan looked quizzically at his friend. "I'm sorry, but didn't she think she was pregnant? It sounds like you guys are more than just friends to me."

Seth looked over at Caden, who thankfully was completely engrossed in the picture he was coloring. "Her dad had died. She needed some comforting. That's how it happened, she isn't pregnant, and so that's all in the past."

Ryan sighed. "How are you and Olivia, then?"

Seth shoved a piece of steak in his mouth. "We're getting more serious. We had s-e-x," he said, spelling it out so that Caden wouldn't repeat the phrase to Summer.

Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Really? How was that?"

Seth looked down at his food, then to his beer which he gulped down. "It was different," he responded. "I understand why people say it's better if you really care about the person you're with."

Ryan nodded. "So are you going to break it off, or what?"

Seth threw his head back. "Since when did you talk so much? I'm supposed to be the one that asks a million questions."

"Sorry, man. We just haven't talked in awhile."

Seth nodded. "I think I am going to break it off. It's to different now. I don't care about her as much as I should. I'm just wasting her time. She could be with someone who wants to spend their life with her right now. That person is definitely not me, though."

Summer, Marissa, a few friends from UCLA –Bailey, Rene, and Kendra- sat in the wooden stools near the bar, each ordering their own drinks. "Sex on the Beach," Summer requested, smiling flirtatiously at the bartender.

After they all had their drinks, they went to a table in the back, filing around it. Bailey, a red-haired girl who Summer had become close to, slid a pink bag across the table, waiting like a little girl for Summer to open it.

Summer giggled and pulled a card out of the bag. She ripped the envelope off and read aloud. "This is for all of the hot sex that awaits you. Have fun!"

Summer dipped her hand into the bag and pulled out a set of slinky black lingerie, laughing as the other girls did. Inside, she felt like her stomach was going to fall out of her butt. She really did not want to have sex with David. 'Maybe we can have a sexless marriage' Summer thought to herself while thanking Bailey for the gift.

After opening the rest of the presents, which were all some sort of lingerie, Summer was feeling tipsy, having finished off her third drink of the night. As the girls walked outside, the chilly wind whipped through the air and Summer rubbed her arms with her hands.

They got into the stretch Hummer and sped off to the nearest club, ready to enjoy the rest of the night.

"This is the lamest movie I've ever seen," Ryan complained as the Disney movie High School Musical played on the T.V. Seth nodded, agreeing. "Yeah, well Caden is going to bed soon and we can watch something else," he said, looking at Caden who was absorbed in the film.

After suffering through ten more minutes of the movie, Seth said "Ok, buddy. It's time for bed." Seth lifted Caden to his feet. "But daddy," he whined, giving Seth his puppy-dog eyes, which he had inherited from his mother. "It's almost over," he said.

Seth shook his head. "Your mom is going to kill me for letting you stay up this late," he informed Caden, who was sighed angrily. Seth picked the boy up and went upstairs with him.

A few minutes later, Seth came downstairs and plopped down beside Ryan, pushing play so that Die Hard would start. Ryan was silent for a minute, then asked "So what's the whole Caden arrangement?" he asked, looking over at Seth.

He shrugged. "We haven't even talked about it…" he said, trailing off. "I really don't know. I'm staying here, and Caden's stuff is already here. But Summer would never leave him here. I guess we'll have to think of something," he said.

Ryan nodded. "But isn't that hard, not being able to be with him everyday?"

Seth looked around the house, thinking about how different it would be when Summer and Caden left. It would be so quiet, so empty, and so lifeless. He would be alone.

"It's weird…being a parent," Seth stated, looking down at his feet. "It's amazing how much you can love something, or someone. And even when you're going to miss them, you want what's best for them. Summer is such a great mom...she's a lot better at this parent stuff than I am," he said.

Ryan shook his head. "I think you're both great with him."

"Maybe," he said, looking at Ryan. "But it's probably best he go with her. As long as he doesn't start calling that David guy dad, I'm fine with him being over there."

"Summer would never let Caden call David dad. You know that."

Seth sighed. "Whatever, man. I'm starting to sound like I'm in a Hallmark movie."

Loud music pounded the bar and strobe lights glimmered everywhere. Summer, Marissa, Rene, Bailey and Kendra danced wildly on the dance floor. All of the people in the confined area were making it so hot, Summer felt like she was going to puke.

But she kept dancing until the song was over. A few guys had asked her to dance, but she just waved her hand in front of their face. Once they saw her engagement ring, they backed away.

Finally, Summer exited the dance floor, shoving past couples that were practically raping each other and climbed up on a bar stool, ordering some more drinks.

This was definitely not an ordinary bachelorette party. But she didn't want a cute little cocktail party with strippers. She wanted to go clubbing and get drunk. Were you supposed to get drunk during your bachelorette party? She wasn't sure.

"Hey Suuuummer!" Marissa exclaimed, walking up beside her best friend. "We miss you on the dance floor," she explained, taking a sip of Summer's drink.

"You're so drunk!" Summer said, giggling. Marissa smiled. "As are you, my friend. Now come on!" she said, tugging her best friend back onto the dance floor.

The limo stopped outside of her house and Summer piled out, walking up the front steps. She stopped when the sudden urge to throw up came over her and she puked right there, in front of the front door.

Groaning, Summer dug through her clutch for her key, jammed it into the lock, and pushed the door open, stepping over her own throw up as she entered the dark house.

The T.V. was on and Summer saw Seth asleep on the couch. She smiled. He was probably waiting for her to get home.

She threw her clutch on the floor and walked to the stairs. She looked up them, and then shook her head. "I am not doing those," she slurred to herself a little too loudly.

Seth's eyes opened and he saw Summer standing in front of the stairs, swaying a little. He looked at the clock.

2:46

"Hey, Sum," he said, rising from the couch. She turned her head and smiled brightly. "Seeeth! I hope I didn't wake you up," she said, walking toward him.

He laughed. She was so funny when she was drunk. "It's okay…I was waiting for you to get home," he explained.

"Awwwwwwwww," Summer said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I might be drunk," she said, giggling at herself. Seth smiled. "Maybe just a little," he said.

"You smell like fabric softener," Summer said. Seth raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? Well, you smell like a million different kinds of alcohol."

Summer laughed. "Well, we did go to a loooot of bars…"

Seth smiled and walked Summer over to the couch. She lay down and he took her shoes off, grabbing a blanket and covering her with it. She immediately closed her eyes and sighed.

"I love you, Cohen."

"I love you to, Sum."

Summer shook her head. "No…I really love you. I'm only marrying David because you and I can't ever seem to make it work…"

Seth sighed. "I really love you to. Now, go to sleep."

She nodded and turned on her side, facing the cushions. He smiled at her confession, but then he frowned because he knew she would never remember in the morning.

Letting it go, Seth kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Summer."