Chapter 8.
Summer sat in the guest bedroom doing nothing but playing with her hands. She was deep in thought when she heard a knock on the door that made her jump. "Come in," She said, and Sandy and Kirsten walked in.
"Hey Summer," Sandy said.
Summer gave them a fake smile before crossing her legs. "Hey guys,"
"Is everything okay with you and Andrew?" Kirsten asked, sitting down on the bed across from Summer.
"No," Summer said, the tears threatening her eyes.
"Oh come here." Kirsten said seeing the tears. She hugged Kirsten and let the tears flow freely. Kirsten motioned for Sandy to leave the room, and he did.
"What's wrong?" Kirsten asked sincerly, pulling away.
"We had a fight." She said, looking down at her hands. "It wasn't a little fight, it was a big one."
Kirsten rubbed her back, trying to get her to relax. "What happened?"
"I kissed Cohen." She said, looking up at Kirsten and noticing the surprised look on her face. "When we went to Tom Petty, we got to talking and I told him I still loved him, and he kissed me."
"You still love him?" Kirsten questioned.
Summer smiled. "I do."
Kirsten smiled back at her. "That's great!"
"But I love Andrew too." She said, the smile fading.
"Well, you're just going to have to ask youself," Kirsten said. "Who do you love more"
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Summer arrived at the Cohen's anniversary party alone and noticed them standing in the corner. She went and said congratulations and looked around for Andrew. She saw him standing in the corner of the room, alone. She walked towards him and stopped. She decided she didn't want to makea scene at the Cohen's anniversary party.vShe turned and walked towards the food table and began eating. She decided she really didn't want to be there, so she went to say goodbye to Sandy and Kirsten. As she got closer to them, she noticed they were talking to Andrew. She rolled her eyes, but continued walking anyways.
"Congratualtions you guys, but I'm just not feeling good so I think i'm going to leave." Summer lied.
"Well just remember, that love is the most important thing in a relationship." Kirsten said.
Andrew nodded. "Course. But wouldn't trust be an important thing? Because, really, what is love without trust?"
"Well maybe your right," Sandy agreed. "Trust, above everything."
"You hear that honey?" Andrew said, facing her. "Trust, above everything else."
"Ok,"Summer said fed up, and turned to walk away. She made it out to the steps of the ballroom before Andrew followed her out.
"Hey, Hey," He said, trying to get her to stop.
"You're such a jackass." She said pointing at him. She continued walking down the steps.
"I'm a jackass?" He asked, putting his hand to his chest. "Fine, so just leave me for another guy."
Summer turned around and walked up the few steps until she was face to face with Andrew. She started hitting him. "I'm not leaving you." She said, stopping. "God,"
"You're hitting me, interesting." He complained.
"What do you want to do?" She asked getting fed up. "Do you want to go home and talk?"
"No, I don't want to go home. I don't like our home." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"Not particularly." He said and she turned around to leave.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk..."
"I didn't say I didn't want to-"
"You just said-"
"Well, I didn't like the way you said it." He said and she came back up to his step.
She sighed, very frustrated.
"I'm so tired of not talking to you." He said sincerly.
"Then talk to me," She pointed out.
He paused for a few seconds before asking, "How are you?"
"I'm fine." She said automatically, like it wasn't even a question anymore.
"I don't trust you anymore." He said, suddenly, thankful he finally said it.
"Well if you're never going to trust me again-"
"Did I say that?"Andrewsaid cutting her off.
"No, but-"
"Well then stop putting words in my mouth." He said, both of them clearly frustrated. He was trying to talk to her and she kept making sarcastic remarks or walking away.
"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry. Go ahead, go ahead." She said pointing at him. "You don't trust me anymore, beacuse-"
"Because-" He said, encouraging her to say it.
"Because, I kissed another man." She said coldly.
"Yes, that's certanitly not a plus." He said, putting his hands together.
"Ok, listen to me." She said. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't be more sorry. If I have to apologize everyday for the rest of my life, then I will." She paused. "I am that sorry..."
He looked at her for a few seconds and noticed the desperate look on her face. Finally, he turned and started walking down the steps, when she wasn't following, he stopped and encourage her to come. They started walking along a sidewalk in the park.
"How does this happen all of a sudden?" Andrew asked.
"It's not all of a sudden. We haven't been spending time together." Summer pointed out sadly.
"You kissed Seth." He said.
"Seth is not the problem." She protested. Although she knew he partly was.
"You kissed another man." He pointed at her. "You know what it's like for me to imagine that? That another guy's lips were on your lips." He pointed at her lips.
"I'm sorry."
"What kind of kiss was it? You never even told me. Where were his hands?"
She cut him off. "Stop it."
"Where were your hands?" He continued. "Seriously, were they in his hair?"
"Do you really want to know?" She asked, getting mad at him again.
"Yes, I do."
"Ok, he leaned in-" She started.
"Stop it." He said, cutting her off. "Stop it, just shut up."
"Well then stop asking me."
He looked away and sat down on a bench while she stood up near him.
"I just hate this." He said.
"What?" She questioned.
"I hate that i'm standing in a park with you, asking you questions like where were the guys hands." He paued for a second before continuing. "I just- I always thought that you and me would be immune to this-this kind of crap."
She sat down on the bench next to him. "Well we're not..." She said sincerly. "We need to talk more..."
"What?" He asked disbelieved. "When do we not talk?"
"Oh come on.." She said. "When was the last time we had dinner together? Or we did something on the weekend that was actually fun?" He turned and faced her. "Come on, tell me."
"I don't know." He gave in, he really couldn't come up with anything.
"Exactly. Is-Is this what you want out of marriage? For us to not talk?" She asked.
"First of all," He began. "I don't know anyone who talks more than we do. I wouldn't want to know anyone who talks more than we do."
"But nobodys saying anything. Nobody's saying the nasty, old, ugly truth." She said, putting her hands in the air.
"Which is what?" He urged her to say it, because he sure as hell didn't want too.
"This isn't working." She yelled, and he looked at her with sad eyes. "I reach out for you, and your not there. And i'm certainly not there for you."
"Well, you've been working..." He said, trying to protest. He loved her, he really did.
"Yes, I've been working, and you've been working, and we've been planning and saving. For what?" She asked.
"I don't know..." He said, sadly.
"What if we decide to have kids? The truth is, you can always have kids, and If I can't, then fine, you leave, and move on."
"Move on?" He questioned.
"Yeah, you could leave, figure something out."
"Leave?" He questioned again.
"Yeah."
"Is that what you really think?" He asked.
"Well..If I were in your shoes..."
"Well, shame on you." He said, cutting her off. "Shame on you if that's what you think of me. That I would leave you..."
"I'm not saying you will..."She said, quietly.
"Yeah, but if I do, in case I do, you go find another guy, and why don't you leave me first?" He said.
She looked at him quietly, not knowing what to say.
"How can you doubt my love for you?" He asked, continuing.
She shook her head. "Cuz, I dont.."
"Well then you know what?" He hesitated. "You will never get it..."
"What?" She asked.
"If you can't have kids, I can't have kids. Whatever happens to you, happens to me." He said pointing at her, and then himself. "Do you not get that by now?" He said grabbing her arm.
"I thought I did.." She said, shaking her head.
"You know, I don't know how to be a better fiance. I really don't, I think i'm pretty damn good." He said.
"You are.." She agreed.
"Thank you."
"And..so am I." She said. "We're both, pretty damn good."
"And yet, nobody here is happy." She was taken back by his response, but she knew it was true.
He looked away from her, and looked at the ground.
"I told you," She said suddenly, making him look at her again. "I told you when I met you, two people together forever, It's not realistic. It's to hard."
"Yes it is.." He said agreeing. "So this is it? We gave it our best shot, and this is as far as we got."
She looked at him sadly, trying to keep the tears inside. "Really?"
"Really." He said, standing up from the bench.
"Wait," Summer said, standing up with him. "Here," She handing him the ring and he took it. "I still love you."
"And I still love you." He gave her one last kiss and walked away.
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Summer went for a walk around Newport before she went back to the Cohen's. When she got inside, Sandy, and Kirsten were sitting on the couch waiting for Summer. When she opened the door, a wave of relief washed across their faces. Kirsten looked sad but ecstatic at the same time and jumped into Summer's arms.
"I'm really sorry Summer." Kirsten said kissing her head. "Andrew told us..."
"Is he here?" She asked, sort of hoping that he was.
Kirsten shook her head no, and Summer almost started crying.
"I'm just going to go upstairs..." She said, trying to think of an excuse but giving up.
"Ok Summer. Seth is in his room if you were wondering."
"Thanks Kirsten. Thank you, both of you, for letting me stay here too." She smiled at them and they smiled back.
"It wasn't a problem Summer. Stay as long as you like."
Summer nodded her head and walked up the stairs. When she got into the guest bedroom, all of Andrew's things were gone.
When she got closer to the bed, she noticed a note sitting on the bed with something attached to it. The note said:
Summer,
I still love you, and this ring will always be yours. You keep it, when you get back, I probably won't be there. I'm going to clean my stuff out of the apartment, and you can have it.
Love always,
Andrew.
Summer let the tears fall from her face and a few stray ones fell onto the letter. She wiped her eyes and picked up the ring. She smiled as she slid it on to her middle finger on her right hand. She sighed and layed down on her bed, cuddling up with a pillow.She began thinking and suddenly started asking herself if she mad a mistake. She loved Andrew, why didn't she argue with him? Why didn't she tell him that she doesn't care how hard it is, she want's to be with him. But she can't now, she lost her chance and he moved out. Summer felt another wave of tears start to fall and stood up from her bed. She knocked on Seth's door hoping he would give her support and comfort. The two things she needed most right now.
"Hey," He said, sitting up on his bed.
"Hey," She said back. "How come everytime I come in this room you're laying on your bed looking at the ceiling?"
Seth shrugged and looked at the floor, clearly not happy.
"Is something wrong Cohen?" Summer asked, trying to be cheerful.
"Actually, yeah." He said. "Summer, what happened last week it-it was a mistake."
Summers face filled with shock. "What?"
"It was a mistake. I shouldn't have kissed you. You have a fiance..." He said, trailing off.
"Cohen, no I-I broke up with Andrew. I want to be with you..." She pleaded.
"You did?" He asked, slightly taken back.
"Yeah..."
"That still doesn't change anything Summer. I'm still not really over that you left me last summer. How do I know you won't do it again?" He said, finally telling her how he felt. And this time, she was actually listening.
"I wont," Summer said. "Cohen, that was a mistake, I was just running away from my problems. I won't do it again..." She said, tears threatening again.
"Summer, I just-I can't...not yet."
"But," She paused. "But, what about that kiss yesterday, that didn't mean anything to you?"
"Of course it did..." He said quietly.
Summer stood up and sat across from him on the bed. "We can do this.." She took his hands in hers and he gave her a small smile.
"Summer, I can't..." He took his hands away from her. "I still haven't forgiven you yet."
"Ok, fine." She said standing up from the bed. Before she walked out of the room, Seth grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Don't be mad Summer." He said. "I really wish this would happen..."
She yanked her arm away from Seth and frowned. "You're telling me to not be mad?"
Seth watched her storm out and jumped when she slammed the door shut. He sighed and layed back down on the bed with his iPod.
He put the headphones in his ears and turned the music up loud and started thinking. Thinking that he might have just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Alright so there it is. I would LOVE to know what you guys thought about the fight between Summer and Andrew. I wrote and rewrote it so many times and that was the outcome! The obviously had a lot of their minds...