A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! I find them helpful and honest… please keep it up. Although I better keep writing a lot so that I can keep my promise. Also, check out the website – they just posted a scene from tomorrow night's episode – yay, some more S/S drama!

Next question: Do you want more OC characters included in the story? I know that I've had Anna & Taylor but if you want some Kandy/Raylor (is that what you call them?) scenes let me know. Although I'm perfectly content with having it be completely Sethummer centric if you so choose.

Okay, read on…

Disclaimer: Not mine. Sigh.

It had been two days since Seth and Anna had met up, although Seth would not have known. He had spent another two nights in the studio, slaving away on his project for his masochistic professor.

"One hour" he heard a classmate yell, signaling when the demonic prof would be in. Seth continued to draw. Only three more hours until the class would be over and he could sleep. Sure, he had a ton of other work to do but that didn't matter. His bed would be all that mattered.

The professor walked in, coffee in one hand, briefcase in the other, and set his drink down on Seth's drafting table. The leaky cup caused drips of the hot beverage to seep into the corner of Seth's project, but the professor ignored his action.

"You shouldn't have your old drinks on your project, Seth," Dr. Porto said, looking at the coffee. Seth wanted to yell at him. Some nerve. The students hung their projects up on the wall as Dr. Porto went from student to student, tearing apart their work, their weekend spent in the basement at their drafting tables, their malnutrition.

At noon Seth bundled himself up and went to his room. He didn't even look to see if Max was there, he just changed into his pajama pants, pulled down his window shade, and went to sleep.

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At one o'clock Carrie brushed past Summer's desk on her way out to lunch.

"Have a good weekend?" Summer asked Carrie.

"Actually, yes. James and I went down to Los Angeles for the weekend. It was great – very romantic, and we got to hit up some of our favorite places from back when we were in college."

"That's wonderful, Carrie."

"Yes, he's a great guy. Speaking of which, I should probably go meet him. We're having a Valentine's Day lunch since he has a meeting tonight. Can you believe that? A night meeting? On Valentine's Day? Anyways, I might be out for a while, so if you could order in lunch that would be great. We need someone to man the phones. And just put your lunch on the company account. Good?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Summer responded as Carrie walked out. She leafed through the takeout menus in her desk drawer, before settling on Thai food. So she wouldn't be the only one doing nothing tonight, she thought. She was still hurt that Cohen cancelled his trip and wasn't going to forgive him so easily. Rather, she decided, that when he called, or sent flowers, or chocolate, today on the most romantic of all holidays, then she would accept his apology and they could plan their upcoming week over the phone.

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"Where is everybody?" Summer yelled when she entered her house. Living with three other women made Summer feel as if she was in a sorority, but it was nice getting actual advice about which outfits to wear and all the other girly talk that had been absent in her home life for years. Kaitlin walked down the stairs, wearing a short black dress and diamond earrings.

"Oh hi, Summer, I'm heading out in a sec," Kaitlin said.

"What are you doing?"

"Brad," she said, taking lipstick out of her purse. "Well, not at the moment, but if tonight goes well…"

"I mean, where is everyone?" Summer interjected. The last thing she wanted to hear was that Marissa's kid sister, the one whom she knew since she was in diapers, was having sex.

"My mom's out with some twenty-five year old stallion. Don't know which one this week. Taylor is over at Ryan's I think. You doing anything? Anyone?" Kaitlin said with a wink.

"No and no. Tonight is about Ben & Jerry's and reruns of Friends."

"Classing it up from the Valley? You know we have some ice cream in the fridge. Haagen Dasz, though. Higher fat content, but you deserve it…"

"Glad I have your seal of approval, Kait. And no, I've watched every rerun of the Valley this weekend."

"Okay, well, don't wait up for me tonight if you know what I mean," Kaitlin said as she walked out. Great, Summer thought. Everyone has something to do tonight but me.

After watching half of the first season of Friends, finishing a pint of Haagen Dasz Cookie Dough ice cream, and a container of chicken lo mein, Summer looked at her watch. Eleven p.m. Cohen hadn't called yet. And it was two in the morning in Rhode Island. She contemplated calling him, no, that wouldn't work, it would just make her come off as if she had been waiting for a phone call all night. She checked the house to see if there were any roses or lilies or chocolates waiting for her. Nothing. He hadn't shown up and now had failed to even make the effort to call her on Valentine's Day and their anniversary. Three years together and nothing to show for it, Summer thought, letting tears run down her face. She went to her bedroom, and cried herself to sleep.

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"What time is it?" Seth muttered to nobody in particular. He opened his eyes. It was dark. He looked over at his clock. Three a.m.. He didn't remember any of what had happened today. Only getting yelled at by Dr. Porto for a sloppy presentation and sleeping. There must have been something else, but he was just too groggy to think about it. He looked over at Max's bed. He wasn't around. Probably spending the night at Elle's, Seth thought. With nothing to do, and no energy to move, Seth went back to sleep.

Seth woke back up when the door creaked open. He opened his eyes. Light shone in them.

"Long time no see, stranger," Max said, entering their room.

"Yeah," was all that a normally talkative Seth could utter.

"I thought you were dead."

"I nearly was… studio project."

"I hear ya, man. Anyways, hope you caught up on sleep. You were out cold yesterday afternoon."

"Yeah. What time is it?"

"Ten a.m."

"Shit."

"Don't worry, your classes don't start until eleven thirty today. Anyways, you want some chocolate? Elle decided to make a midnight Rite Aid stop, since it's when they take 50 off all of the Valentine's candy." Max held a heart shaped chocolate bar towards Seth.

"Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah, it was yesterday," Max said.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"Don't tell me you forgot about the lady," Max said with hint of a smirk. Seth jumped out of bed, grabbed his phone and left the room.

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Summer looked in the mirror. Her face was all puffy and her eyes were red. She turned on the shower and stepped in. She heard her cell phone ring, but everyone she knew was aware that it was a bad idea to call her in the morning, when she was most susceptible to rage blackouts.

After applying makeup to cover up the remnants of last night's sobfest and changing into work clothes, she picked up her phone to see who had called. Cohen. That little bitch! Summer thought. How dare he call her so late. She ignored the message that he left and headed to work.

By noon Summer had tried putting her phone on vibrate, turning the ringer off, and eventually decided just to shut the phone off completely. Seth had called a total of seventeen times in the past five hours, even though she refused to speak to him. It was unprofessional, she justified to herself, knowing full well that she would just become too emotional and didn't even want to hear his excuse. Her e-mail inbox was flooded with e-mails from Seth that she deleted without opening. The day was passing extremely slowly. Summer just couldn't get any work done. She would just think about Cohen, and how he forgot about their anniversary. And Valentine's Day. And cancelling his trip to see her.

Carrie returned from lunch with a bouquet of white lilies in her hand.

"Summer, the delivery man was dropping this off at reception, but I told him that I'd save you a trip downstairs," Carrie said, placing the flowers on Summer's desk before entering her office. Summer looked down and read the card.

"Dearest Summer:

I am so so so so sorry for not calling yesterday…"

That's all Summer read before ripping up the card and tearing it to shreds, followed by tossing the flowers into the recycling bin down the hall. She didn't want anything Cohen-y near her and didn't want to hear any of his excuses anymore. As she clenched her fists she knew that she was going into a rage blackout.

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"You have to stop this, Cohen," Anna said as Seth put down his cell phone, dejected. It was ten in the evening and the pair sat at Starbucks, sipping on hot chocolates.

"But she's not picking up!" Seth whined.

"You've tried fifty-three times. Maybe she just needs some space right now," Anna said.

"Space? I'm going to be in Newport on Friday night. That gives me exactly forty-eight hours for her to forgive me."

"Honestly, Seth, I can't believe that you forgot Valentine's Day. When I first met you, you were perhaps the biggest most hopeless romantic ever. And now what, Seth? You don't even remember Valentine's Day, not to mention the first time that you and Summer…"

"I know, Anna! I was just in the studio for so long that I totally forgot what day it was and the second I left I just crashed."

"You've told me that. But you don't need to justify it to me. You have to tell it to Summer."

"Yeah if she picks up."

"If not, then we've got to plan you something great for this weekend."

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Summer's cell phone rang yet again. Cohen would not give up. Still. It was 10:30 in the O.C., which meant that it was 1:30 in the morning in Providence. Finally, she picked up the phone.

"Save it, Cohen," she said.

"Summer? You're there?"

"Yes and only to tell you to stop trying to call me. No, I do not forgive you. No, I cannot believe that you forgot our anniversary and Valentine's Day and that no, I do not want to hear any of your pitiful excuses so don't keep on calling me because frankly, I need to go to bed and forget that the past three years even happened. Good night, Cohen!" Summer yelled.

Before Seth could respond, she hung up the phone.

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Will Seth and Anna scheme up a new plan? Will Summer forgive Seth for not calling on Valentine's Day? Is Dr. Porto going to be Seth's Achilles heel for the rest of the term? Just wait and see!