Disclaimer: Owning the OC would require millions of dollars that I just don't have. You do the – easy – math.

A/N: Wow. Seriously, thank you all for the amazing reviews last chapter. I really didn't know how well that chapter would go over seeing as it was rather heart-breaking but I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it – or not enjoyed it, per say but… you know what I mean.

I also apologize for following that chapter up with such a short, filler one that this one is. I couldn't combine it with the next chapter because it just seemed weird so I just decided to make it its own chapter. I know it's rather boring and definitely not my best, but know that it was needed.

Because of such a short chapter – I'll be adding the next one either Monday or Tuesday. So look out for that.

Again, thank you to all the reviewers. It really does mean a lot – I don't think I can stress that enough.

Wow, I talk a lot.

Read. Enjoy. And review – even for such a pathetic chapter as this one is.

Thanks.

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Seth woke up to an aching back and the sounds of the water running in the shower. He almost immediately got up to go surprise Summer in the shower like nearly every morning and then he remembered the night before and the reason why he had his aching back.

Summer and him had had the worst fight in their adult relationship and he had slept out on the couch.

And he hadn't finished the assignment his boss had trusted him with the night before.

Seth fell backwards onto the couch again and threw his arm over his forehead as he closed his eyes tightly. "Fuck."

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Summer stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her wet body. Walking back into the bedroom, she quickly glanced down the hallway to see if Seth was still on the couch. As she was checking, she opened the bedroom door and turned, surprised to see Seth, clad in a blue dress shirt and boxers, reaching in the dresser for some pants.

"Looking for me?" Seth smiled warmly.

"I didn't know you were in here," Summer answered blankly, moving towards the closet for her own clothes.

"Well, I wasn't going to go to work in nighttime attire," Seth tried to joke putting on his pants, "I don't think the boss would take me too seriously."

Seth walked over towards Summer, thinking of trying to wrap his arms around her waist, but Summer moved towards the bathroom once again, her clothes in hand.

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"To change."

"And you need to do that in bathroom?"

"Seth, can we just, like, not do this now?" Summer walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

Seth wasn't having it. He didn't want to be worrying about Summer and their relationship all day when he had work that definitely needed to be done, so he was going to clear this all up now, shouting through the bathroom door. "No, let's do it now. Last night, we were both tired and that need for sleep kind of took over our rational thoughts and what happened shouldn't have happened."

Summer didn't respond so Seth continued, "Whatever I did to make you upset, I didn't mean to do. And I'm sorry. I am really, truly sorry because the last thing I would ever want to do is make you cry. It's just… God, Summer? Can you open the door now?"

Summer opened the door, fully clothed, with a hairdryer in her hands, "I have to blow dry my hair." She held up the hairdryer as if to further explain her statement.

"That can wait till later."

"No, it can't. I have to be at work in a half an hour."

"This is important."

"So is my hair."

Seth was getting aggravated again. "Summer, I'm trying to talk about our relationship so we can get past all this fighting and arguing and you want to focus on your hair?"

"I really can't do this right now." Summer began to shut the door but Seth put his hand out to stop the door from fully closing.

"Then when?"

"I don't know. Later."

"Later isn't good enough. I want an exact time."

Summer rolled her eyes. "Seth, you're being ridiculous."

"Give me a time and I'll stop."

"After work."

"We're going out to dinner with Ryan and Lana."

"Then after dinner with Ryan and Lana."

"Right after?"

"Right after," Summer sighed. "Can I dry my hair now?"

Seth scoffed and let his arm fall from the door, "Fine." He walked back into the bedroom to finish getting ready for the day. After a few minutes of grumbling, he decided to try to think of a decent excuse for the reason why he only had two pages of information for his boss, all while the sound of the hair dryer flooded the apartment and his nagging thoughts.

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Summer walked out towards the door, noticing Seth sitting on the couch eating a bowl of Captain Crunch. "So what time is dinner tonight?"

Seth thought for a minute, shocked by Summer's willingness to talk – even if it was asking what time dinner was – and then wondering to himself what time their dinner reservations with Ryan and Lana were. "Umm… I don't know. I'll call Ryan during lunch."

"Okay… well where are we having dinner?"

Seth scrunched up his face. "I don't know that either."

Summer sighed and turned the front door's doorknob. "Well, call and leave me a message when you find out."

Seth saw her walking out and knew he didn't want them to leave for the day like this. Especially since this was such a big day for him – getting an actual chance to do something important for the firm – so he jumped up, almost spilling the remainder of the milk in his bowl, and in three short leaps landed at Summer's side.

Summer, not noticing Seth's quick course of action, was shocked when Seth's arms encircled her waist, his breath hot on her ear.

"Have a good day at work," Seth smiled into her neck as he kissed it.

Summer nodded, unable to say anything back, and opened the door, "Bye."

"Summer…" Seth whined.

"Not now," Summer replied firmly.

Seth sadly nodded his head and shut the door for her.

In Summer's mind, the best way to deal with this was to not deal with it at all.

But she still couldn't help but hope Seth would forgo listening to her spoken wishes and see that all she really wanted was for him to chase after her as she walked out of the apartment building.

She turned around slightly at the bottom of the apartment building to sneak a peek over her shoulder and look up the stairs, hoping to see Seth bounding out of their apartment, running down the stairs, calling her name.

Summer's unvoiced hopes were met with silence.

Seth wasn't bounding down the stairs after her.