AN: So I'm back for number two! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I still do not own The OC…unfortunately.

Diaries of a Broken Heart

Chapter 2: Third-Party Advice

There is a moment in everyone's life that will change them forever. This was Summer's moment. All of her previous problems before now seemed petty. Marissa's overdose, Seth sailing away, Lindsay being Caleb's long lost daughter. None of it mattered anymore. Life was never going to be the same…her best friend wasn't going to come back.

The more she thought about it the more she realized how true it was. Marissa was the one who started everything. If Marissa hadn't had a crush on Ryan and started hanging out with him and Seth, then Summer would have never talked to either one of them and her life would have ended up very different. So how were things supposed to go on now without her?

She didn't know the answer to that, but she did know she had to be strong. She shouldn't have to depend on people; before Marissa came along she did everything herself, because she didn't have a mother to do motherly things, she had to grow up fast, and although she had allowed herself to become a little more dependent on others, she could go back to the way things used to be. She didn't need Marissa, she didn't need Cohen…..Cohen; just the name brought fresh tears to her eyes. She hadn't been thinking when she ran from his room earlier tonight, but now she knew she had done the right thing. Seth wasn't as close to Marissa as she was, if she stayed around him she would just bring him down with her, and no matter how much she loved him and how much it hurt her, she knew it was best for him. He could move on and she could deal with her lose on her own. The hard part was convincing her self of this.

Summer's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.

"I already told you, I put your pills in the medicine cabinet, so please, just for tonight will you please leave me alone." Summer told the closed door, thinking it was her drugged up step-monster.

"Sweetie, it's me."

"Dad?" Summer asked as she jumped up to open her door. "I thought you were supposed to be at the hospital."

"I was, but I came home when I heard what happened." Dr. Roberts said as they both took a seat on Summer's bed. "I hate to be so cliché and ask, but how are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay." Summer lied. The first step in getting her self to believe it was to make others believe it.

"I don't believe you."

"What? I'm honestly…"

"Summer, tell me the truth, there is not point in lying to me, I will see right through it." Dr. Roberts said cutting her off before she could lie to him again.

"I…" She didn't know what to say, she had been working for the past three hours to convince herself she didn't need anybody's support or help. "I…I don't know what to do, or think, I feel like I'm going to wake up and she is going to be here dragging me to the pier for breakfast."

"It's normal to feel that way honey, it is going to take some time to get used to."

"This isn't just something you can get used to."

"True, but over time it will get easier and instead of being so painful, you will be able to look back and smile about all the good times you had together."

"I don't care about the future; I want it to be better now!" Summer half-yelled, the only way she knew to let her feelings out.

"Well there is nothing I can do about that sweetie." Dr. Roberts said sincerely sad for his daughter's loss

"You suck at this." She told him honestly.

"Well I'm sure your little friend Seth would be better at this then me."

"Yeah." Summer said sadly. "I kinda ran out on him."

"I know."

"How do you know?" She asked, giving him a look of confusion.

"I figured you would be over there so I went there first, he told me what happened." He paused. "You know Summer, your not the only one hurting, that boy has feelings too."

"Why are you all of a sudden defending Seth?"

"I know I may not have been his biggest fan, but I have a feeling he would do anything to be there for you right now. He doesn't seem like the type to walk away when things get hard."

"I know." She whispered.

"Then why are you ignoring his calls?" He asked as he heard Summer's phone vibrating on her night stand.

All Summer could do was shrug, because she honestly didn't know. Everything had seemed so easy when she'd thought about it earlier. She was protecting him, but now she was realizing that maybe she was hurting him even more by being so selfish.

"How many missed calls do you have?" Her dad asked her.

Summer reached over to pick up her phone and look. "Seventeen."

"Seventeen…wow, maybe that boy is better for you than I thought, either that or just plain pathetic."

"Dad! Only I am allowed to be mean to my boyfriend."

"Ah boyfriend, so you still want to be with him?"

Summer didn't answer right away, she still had doubts about what she should do, but she did know the answer to that question. "Yeah…"

"Then pick up the phone and call him back, I'm sure he is worried sick."

"When did you get so smart?" she asked jokingly.

"When I learned what was best for my daughter."

Summer was truly touched. Maybe her father was finally coming around to accepting her and Seth.

"I love you dad."

"I love you too sweetie" Dr. Roberts said before leaning over and kissing Summer on the forehead then heading to the door.

"And Sum…" he turned around and asked as he was almost out the door.

"Hm."

"I know I'm only a doctor, and not some big shot psychologist, but it is okay to cry."

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"That's the nineteenth message I have left her Leon."

"I know, and it is also the nineteenth time you have called to tell me this. I'm starting to think you are pathetic, and that is a lot coming from me, considering who I am, so don't you think Summer will get a little freaked out by all the messages too?"

"No, she will think it's sweet."

"Doubtful."

"Well I'm just scared something has happened to her."

"Like what?"

"Like cried her self to death."

"Seth you can't cry you self to death…I don't think."

"I don't care, even if nobody has done it before, I'm sure that wont stop Summer."

"Okay…."

"Leon, why aren't you being more supportive?"

"Because it is one in the morning and I am tired. Don't you usually complain to Ryan."

"Well it is in the comic book hand guide that you are on 24/7 emergency friend duty, and I would consider this an emergency. And yes I usually talk, not complain to Ryan, but you know I can't do that right now. I'm not that self absorbed to go complain to him about my Summer problems right after…well you know." He said with a sad tone in his voice. Most people thought Seth and Marissa only talked because they were dating each others best friend, but that wasn't completely true. They had things in common, not much, but some, and he was truly going to miss her.

"Ok Seth, why don't you just go over there and see her if you are so worried. I need sleep!"

"You are a freaking genius."

"Thank you." Leon said sarcastically. "I've always thought so…Seth? Seth are you there?" But there was nothing but a dial tone.

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He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before. Seemed so simple, but instead, he had spent the last three hours whining to Leon, but now he was going to go and convince Summer to really let him in, not matter what it took.

As soon as he pulled up into the Roberts' drive way he jumped out of the car and sprinted up the steps. He didn't even bother knocking on the door, just kept on running up to Summer's room. He had been so oblivious to the world around him, that he had missed the knowing smile Dr. Roberts had given him when he had come into the house. But now he was standing in front of Summer's closed door. He hadn't realized how fast he had gotten here, he didn't even know what he was going to say. Well he never really knew what he was going to say so that wasn't much of a change. It took him a few minutes to get up the nerve to knock, because he knew there was a good chance she would turn him away again. He just had to do it before he chickened out. He knocked.

"Yea?" He heard a weak answer coming from behind the door. Taking it as a invitation to come in, he opened the door.

Just seeing Seth standing there in her doorway, she knew her dad was right, Cohen wasn't going anywhere, and she needed him. So for the first time since leaving Seth's room she let her self cry, but more importantly, she didn't push him away when he tried to comfort her.

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AN: I'm not sure If I like the way this one turned out, but I hope you did. Whether you did or not, tell me! My goal is to get at least 5 reviews for each chapter…I only got 3 for the last one, so if you read, reply, only if it is to say UD soon, just so I know people are reading it and that I should continue.