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Summer rarely apologized. Or admitted she was wrong. Instead, she always tried to shrug it off and act as if nothing had happened.

Summer lying on top of Seth, sound asleepon the couch while Seth's left arm went numb showed that this was one of those times.

Seth looked at Summer's sleeping face – her hair falling gracefully across half of her face and her mouth barely open a fraction of an inch – and smiled. He also noticed her legs were tangled amongst his and her arm was gripping around his waist. Seth also couldn't help but snicker at the fact that Summer was still dressed in her previous day's attire and knew that when she woke up she'd be angry for sleeping in her "day wear," as she chose to call it.

Seth chose to call it clothes.

He hadn't heard Summer come in the night before but he noticed from the small, quiet breaths coming from her mouth that she had consumed a bit of alcohol. He wasn't completely comfortable with that because of her being out on a "business meeting" with that Chad guy but he refused to over-think it.

Summer had met Chad at the magazine company she worked for. Apparently, he worked in her same division, had very similar work duties, and was a recent graduate California's very own Berkeley. Seth had tried to get Ryan to find out some information on him back a month ago but Ryan strongly declared that aside from popular belief, he did not know all 35,000 students nor could he just get information on any single student on a whim. Seth thought this was a stupid excuse. Ryan thought he was being ridiculous.

Tomatoe, tomato.

Summer didn't seem to go out with Chad after work too often – maybe she had a handful of times – but it still madeSeth feel uneasy. He had never met the guy and Summer never mentioned a whole lot about him. Because of this, Seth felt a little more than worried knowing Summer had some guy she found interesting spending eight hours a day, five days a week with her. Plus, the fact that Summer came back to the apartment with her breath smelling ofvodka didn't exactly put his thoughts to rest.

But Summer refused to accept his jealously and instead told him to grow a backbone and yet, for some reason, she was able to get completely jealous over him and his non-existent friendship with Bethany.

Huh. That didn't sound like a hypocrite at all.

Of course, if Seth even mentioned the word hypocrite to her he might as well throw himself off a bridge because Summer would just do it anyway. She had just been in that kind of mood lately.

Seth couldn't ignore the numbing of his arm so he twisted himself out from underneath Summer and sat up. Summer unconsciously tried to curl further into Seth but he was able to step over her and stand firmly on the floor in front of the couch. Thankfully Summer hadn't woken up to his movements and Seth decided to lift her up and bring her into the bedroom. Not only was the position they had been in uncomfortable, but also Seth knew he'd get a beating if he left her there by herself and she woke up with a sore neck.

Seth carried her attentively into their bedroom and let her fall softly onto her side of the bed. That was one of the first things Summer did when they moved into the apartment a few months earlier – she made both her and Seth decide on either the left side or the right side of the bed to claim as their own. She declared thatthis made their living arrangement more comfortable and that after they stayed on their respective sides for a number of nights, they'd curl into one another simplyout of habit. Plus the foam of their pillows and the bed would form to their own body shapes making their sleeping hours some of the most pleasant hours of their lives.

Summer was big on forming things to make each of them feel comfortable in a place that had nothing "homey" about it. Seth was big on keeping Summer happy. So it all worked out, really.

Seth slid into his side of the bed – the left – as he lifted up the covers and turned to face Summer's sleeping facade. Her hair was once again falling in her face so Seth tucked it behind her ear and he felt her skin heat up in reaction to his touch. He smiled and kissed her forehead and then turned onto his back, placing his arm underneath his head, and glanced up at the ceiling. Suddenly, Summer's body was once again curled up against his – her arm stretching around his torso and her head finding a nice resting placein the crook of his neck. He tookhis hand that wasunderneath his head and placed it around Summer's body, pulling her impossibly closer.

Even though they had been fighting a lot lately, it was still nice to know Summer unconsciously needed to be close to Seth.

It made all of the previous day's arguments seem insignificant in comparison when he saw his beautiful girlfriend sleeping peacefully at his side.

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"Summer," Seth whispered as he shook Summer's body softly with one hand and balancing the cup of dark coffee in his other. "Summer, it's seven in the morning and it's still a weekday regardless of the alcohol you consumed last night."

Summer stirred and squinted her eyes up at Seth. "What?"

"You need to get up," Seth rubbed her back soothingly. "Here's your coffee. And I left theaspirin on the dresser."

"Why the aspirin?" Summer asked as she reached for the coffee and sat up, suddenly noticing a headache. "Damnit, my head fucking kills."

Seth, who had now moved towards the door, stopped and turned towards her again. "You might want to take two. Just in case." He smirked, while Summer sat there puzzled, and he resumed moving out of the room.

Summer attempted to get out of bed and get theaspirin, but with her head aching as much as it did, her feet were just not working. It was then she suddenly realized she was still in yesterday's outfit and then she remembered her outing with Chad.

"Seth!" Summer shouted only to be answered by the sounds of the water running in the shower across the hallway from their bedroom.

Summer made a grunting noise, knowing Seth couldn't hear her, and she forced herself to move off the bed and get theaspirin off of the dresser herself.

She knew Seth was probably still pissed about her accusations from the day before. Realizing that Seth could have easily put theaspirin on the nightstand right next to her side of the bed, rather than the dresser which was located in the furthest part of the room, undoubtedly proved this. Although Seth would always take care of Summer, hangover or otherwise, he still would make it difficult for her if he was that pissed off enough.

Guess her whole idea of just skipping over her insecurities and hopping right into the make-up sex was not happening.

Summer downed the twoaspirin with her coffee, which, probably wasn't one of her smarter ideas but it's all she had and there was no way she could make it to the kitchen to get some water.

Even if it was a small apartment and the kitchen was easily less than fifteen feet away.

In Summer's state, she rationalized; there was no way she could make it into work today. She looked on the nightstand for her phone, but not seeing it there, she glanced around the room, only moving her head when completely necessary. Suddenly it dawned on her that it was probably still out on the couch.

Summer sighed and decidedly opted for the bed rather than her phone and walked slowly over, placing the coffee on the nightstand, and falling slowly back onto it, face down, arms limply lying beside her. She lay there for what she thought was a bazillion minutes, waiting for Seth to come out of the shower so he could go get her some water and fetch her her phone.

"Wow," Summer mumbled, "Since when does Cohen take long showers?"

She really hated when she got drunk when she was in a fight with Seth. It somehow always gave him the upper hand in the morning.

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Seth stepped out his long, hot shower grinning. It was nice having the power in his and Summer's relationship – especially since it hardly ever happened. Sure he could have put theaspirin on Summer's nightstand. And yeah, maybe he could have answered Summer's shout for him earlier instead of ignoring it, opting to turn on the water. And he most certainly could have taken a five-minute shower in relatively warm water rather than a half hour shower using as much hot water as his body's skin could handle.

But where would the fun be in that?

Seeing Summer squirm was one of his favorite pastimes. Well, seeing Summer anything was one of his favorite pastimes but squirming sure fell higher on the list. Probably right after seeing Summer naked.

Seth slipped on a pair of plaid boxers and rubbed his towel through his hair as he made his way back into the bedroom.

Summer's pathetic state on the bed almost made him feel bad for treating her the way he had so far that morning.

Almost.

"Hey, Sum," Seth smiled. "You getting up anytime soon? You gotta leave for work in an hour."

Summer flipped her head on the pillow to the other side to see Seth smiling over at her, "I'm not going to work."

Seth stopped drying his hair with his towel and sat on the bed lightly, rubbing her back. "You know this will be your fifth day calling out sick from work."

Summer grunted and Seth laughed a little, responding, "See, I think this might be why the government decided the drinking age was twenty-one and not nineteen."

Summer glared at him and Seth got up from the bed to finish getting ready. Summer reached for his arm. "Can you get me some water and my phone? My throat's really dry and I need to call work to let them know I won't be in."

Seth nodded, unable to keep up his nonchalant front when Summer was looking so pitiful.

"Thank you, baby." Summer smiled graciously and turned her head back to the other side. Seth went into the kitchen to get the glass of water. He then searched around the area for her phone but couldn't find it so he just returned with the water.

"Thanks, Cohen," Summer smiled faintly.

"I couldn't find your phone."

"Oh... well... it's okay."

Seth returned her smile and leaned down to kiss her cheek, "Feel better, Sum." Summer smiled a bit wider as Seth stood up again and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Seth was just walking out of the apartment when he noticed Summer's shiny pinkish purple purse wedged awkwardly between the wall and the table holding the TV. "How the hell did that get there?" Seth reached over, pulling it out rather roughly, and searched through for her phone. He decided he might as well just call Summer's boss and tell her himself so that Summer would avoid being asked too many questions while her head throbbed.

He skimmed through her contact list finally coming to a number identified through the name "Ceverely #1." Knowing that "Ceverely" was the name of Summer's magazine company but not knowing what #1 meant, he scrolled down and found two more numbers to confuse him further: Ceverely #2 and Ceverely #3.

"Hey, Sum…?" Seth shouted as he began to walk back over to the bedroom door, "I'm not sure -" Seth was cut off by the number that followed Ceverely #3 – Chad.

"Oh, you know what? Never mind!" Seth yelled, retreating back into the living room.

Seth stared at Summer's phone which had Chad's name highlighted. He put his thumb over the 'Send' button and hesitated.

It's not like he was doing anything wrong. He just wanted to let someone know Summer wouldn't be in to work that day. And he didn't know what all those different Ceverely numbers meant. Asking Summer when she was sick was rudeandimpolite. Chad worked with Summer. It was obviously the best idea to call him. Plus, it didn't hurt to get to know the guy who was getting his girlfriend drunk on a weekday.

"Yeah," Seth rationalized quietly to himself, "I can just call Chad and let him know."

Seth pressed the button his thumb was still covering and slowly held the phone up to his ear.

"Hey there!" a rather perky voice for such an early morning answered. "How are you?"

"Umm…" Seth stuttered. "This isn't Summer. Actually my name's Seth. I'm Summer's boyfriend."

"Oh my goodness!" Chad replied. "It is so nice to finally talk to you! I've heard so much about you!"

Wow. Was it just him or did Chad sound a little girly?

"Ah, yes, well… Chad, right?" Seth questioned just to make sure he had the correct number.

"Sure is! Summer's told you about me? Aw, that girl is just too cute. You sound very charming. Such a strong voice. You and Summer must be perfect together!"

A wave of realization flooded through Seth. He didn't need to be jealous of Chad.

Cause, well, Chad was gay.

And Summer had definitely left that tidbit of information out. Especially yesterday when she made it sound like a "date-like" business meeting.

"Well," Seth began again, noticing Chad had finished talking and was waiting for Seth's response, "I just wanted to call and let you know Summer wasn't going to be into work today. You'll let the important people know?"

Chad giggled. Giggled. Oh, yeah. That was a clincher.

"Of course, Seth. I'm sorry for taking her out last night and getting her drunk but she was just so stressed with work and all."

"Oh, it's really all right."

"Make sure Summy gets better!"

Seth smiled deviously, "Oh, you can count on it. Thanks."

"No problem at all."

Seth flipped Summer's phone shut and smiled broadly to himself.

If Summer was going to play this game, well… then… she better be ready because there was no way Seth Cohen – Master of All Games – was going to lose this one.