A/N: Hello everyone! I would like to say this is my first Fan Fiction, and to tell you the truth, it's a funny situation for me. I'm more of a reader than I am a writer, but I was inspired. I don't really know where the inspiration came from, but I received it none the less. Btw, any type of reviews, I welcome. I can handle criticism. Also, before I forget, this is indeed a "Summer gets pregnant and runs away" story. Her reasons, however, are more — what's the word — rational? Yes, rational. She has a good excuse for leaving. Anyway, hope you like it.

Summary: Pink. The color has been used to represent many different things. There's pep, spunk, female, breast cancer awareness… and of course, love. So, did a pink strip foreshadow any of these adjective? "Seth had taken a chance, and much to his delight, the response was electric." SS, with potential RM.

A/N: Gosh. I'm sorry. I keep interrupting. But before you start reading this, there are some things that never happened: Caleb Nichol never died and Trey was never released from jail. He still had a few years to go.


Summer 2005

"Mm…"

Summer Roberts purred in a satisfactory manner into Seth Cohen's bare chest. She was lying on top of him, sweaty, and breathing hard.

"Yeah," Seth agreed to the unspoken comment. He was out of breath just as much as the girl beside him, on him, wherever. "That was…"

"Perfect," Summer whispered in a husky voice.

Things were slowing down, heartbeats were beginning to pace. She felt her pulse.

After a moment of complete pleasurable silence, she began to slowly tease him with a soft trail of kisses. Her giggle was muffled, but it vibrated his whole body, sending jolts of thunder through his skin.

"Hey," Seth said quietly.

Summer looked up at him.

"You're beautiful."

Summer smiled and slowly rubbed her body against his as she slid up towards his face. She played with his fingers.

"'Course," she replied in an obvious tone, but there was a twinkle in her eye that said it was more special when he said it.

Seth intertwined their fingers together and brought their hands up towards his lips.

"I love you," he murmured against their skin. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, in the silence of their young romance. Skin touched skin, lips collided with lips, but things were soft, slow, and calm; the perfect lazy day.

Don't forget the calm before a storm.

I love you, I love you, I love you.


Autumn 2017

"Michael ann! Get your butt down here! Now! You're late for school!" yelled a now twenty-eight year old summer roberts.

"I'm coming, mom! Hold on one second!" a twelve year old Michael Ann hollered down stairs.

"I have been waiting! It's been 20 minutes now! What the hell are you doing?!" Summer yelled back.

"Jeeze mom, no need for such vulgar language. I said to hold on a second, I'm done now," Michael Ann replied skipping down the stairs in a short mini skirt and spaghetti strap tank top — along with a bunch of make up. Definitely way too much for a 7th grader.

"Oh My God. You are not wearing that to school! You go back upstairs and wear something a lot more appropriate," demanded Summer after seeing her daughter's outfit.

"What?! No! Mom! Everyone is wearing this! Or at least something close to this. Actually, their clothes show even more than I do. Yes, this outfit is appropriate compared to the other girl's clothes," Michael Ann complained.

"I don't care. You are not leaving this house with those clothes on! And if you stay home from school, you will be grounded," stated Summer, having that 'don't argue with me' tone in her voice.

Michael Ann rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Won't even let me dress myself..." she muttered under her breath as she retreated upstairs to change her clothes.

After putting on some faded jeans and a nice fitted tee, Michael Ann stepped back from her mirror and examined at herself. She had long brown hair, just like her mother. Except, her hair had some natural curls that bounced whenever shegot excited about something. She never did figure out where her waves came from. But like her mother, she had the same brown eyes and the same curvy lips. She was pretty tall for her age — something she obviously didn't inherit from Summer. Maybe her dad. And as for puberty, she was ahead of most girls in her class. She was 'pre-teen model' beautiful. It a cute way. She looked just like her mother — an identical, most people would say — and Michael Ann prided herself in that.

Satisfied with how she looked and a little adjustments here and there, Michael Ann trudged downstairs and flew passed her mother towards the door.

She turned around to Summer and rolled her eyes. "I'm ready!" She said in a clearly annoyed voice.

"It's about time!" Summer replied, grabbing her keys and walking out the door, following Michael Ann.


"Okay now, be good and don't get into any trouble. I'll be here to pick you up at three, okay?" Summer asked as she stopped the white BMW by the school's official visitors curb.

"Yeah. Okay, mom. See you later!" Michael Ann kissed Summer's cheek and opened the car door, sitting there as she searched for a familiar face. Finding one, she waved them over and rushed off to meet them. As she did, Michael Ann looked back towards her mother and gave her a nod.

Summer sighed and watched her daughter run off into the school.

She may have gotten Summer's looks, but she definitely got Cohen's personality. "Cohen," Summer whispered to herself. Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat. It had been a long time since she saw him — twelve years ago to be exact. She left him when she was seventeen — under horrible circumstances — and hated herself for it. But she knew it was the right thing to do. The worst part was, Seth didn't even know he had a daughter, and that thought killed Summer emotionally.


"Ohmigosh! Mike! Guess what!" Michael Ann's excited best friend, Natalie, screamed into her face. "Remember how Mr. Vernando got fired last week for sexual harassment?" she asked. She and Michael Ann were both at their lockers, talking about their ex-English teacher, Mr. Vernando.

"Yeah..." replied a distracted Michael Ann, who was looking for something in her locker. "What about it?"

"Well, ohmigosh! Okay. So, like, they got this new English teacher, and, OH MY GOSH! Mike! He is so totally hot! And so totally young! He's like, twenty-eight!" Natalie yelled, making Michael Ann wince.

Finally finding what she was looking for, Michael Ann turned to her friend and gave her a funny look. "Oh my ew!" she exclaimed. "He's a teacher! That's disgusting!" Michael Ann replied, slightly amused at her best friend.

Natalie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh well. I can't help it! And his smile? Ohmigosh. It's so adorable!"

Staring down at her shoes, Michael Ann could sense Natalie was feeling a little crush coming on. She laughed. "Yeah?" she said, "Well, I'll have to see him for myself. I have English next period, anyway. What's his name again?" she asked.

"His name? I don't think I've told you. I don't really know myself." Natalie replied, opening her notebook to see her English notes.

Michael Ann shot her a look before glancing at Natalie's notebook. Figures. It was pink and had hearts all over it. Hearts and, wait, what was that? Mr —

"NO! I mean, It's Mr. Cohen, I think — or something like that. I forget. But only because he told us to call him Seth! Ohmigosh, Mike! How cool is that! He lets us use his first name! Seriously, I think I'm in love!" Natalie gushed. She ripped out a clean sheet of paper and handed it over to Michael Ann.

'Hmm. Cohen. Now where have I heard that before?' Michael Ann asked herself as she accepted the paper from Natalie.

The school bell chimed and rang in an annoying tune that droned on and on. This signaled the girls to quickly rush off to class.

"Bye, Nat!" Michael Ann yelled to Natalie. "I'll tell you what I think of Mr. Cohen at lunch, kay?" she hollered.

"'Course! See you then!" Natalie yelled back over her shoulder. "OH!" she said in sudden realization. It caused Michael Ann to turn around. "Don't forget to write me!" she said, referring to the paper she gave to Michael Ann.

Michael Ann winked, confirming she would and walked away to her destination.

Though she didn't want to admit it, she was interested and excited to meet 'Mr. Hot Stuff.' When she reached the door to her English classroom, she paused at the doorknob and read the neatly printed words above. "Cohen" she read out loud. "Why do I know that name?" she asked to herself again. Having no more time, she shrugged her shoulders and turned the doorknob. Excited to see what she was to meet as she entered the classroom.


A/N: okay, I talk a lot. I can't help it. So anyway, what do you guys think? I'll have the next chapter up soon, I can assure you of that. Here are some quick facts, though:

1. The flashback was when Summer got pregnant. I had to say it —just incase.

2. Seth is a talker. A big talker. He also loves comic books. What does he do? He becomes an English teacher —sharing his passion for literature (and brains, maybe). He's not a regular English teacher, though. He is a really good and successful one. He usually teaches at prestigious schools and is sought after a lot. Apparently, the kids love him and learn a whole lot from him. He got offered a lot of money to work in a rich private school in Colorado —so that's what he did — packed his things and took off for he ends up in Michael Ann's school. I just thought it fitted him well.

okay, done with facts.

Next time:

Seth and Michael Ann meet, gasp!

Seth and Summer meet again; angry, bigger gasp!

Seth learns the truth to why Summer left him when he was seventeen years old.