A/N: So thank you once again for all of your splendid reviews… logged in after watching the Last Kiss on DVD, which I hadn't seen since September; hopefully I'll watch the "special features" tomorrow (for those of you who are Rachel Bilson fans there's a commentary with the whole cast including her). Anyways, after this, just two more chapters (sob). So hopefully this one you'll like and I'll post yet another chapter very soon! Please review!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine.

Summer hit the alarm and sat herself up in bed. She remembered her mission and let out a large sigh. After procrastinating for another five minutes, she left her bed and went to the shower. As the hot water hit her tanned skin, she thought about what she had to do. It was Seth, she reasoned. Just Seth. She couldn't explain why making the call was going to be so hard. She turned off the water and got ready, knowing full well that she would have a long day ahead.

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"Hello?" Seth said into the phone, half asleep. His head was throbbing and his eyes were sealed shut with dry tears. He rubbed his eyes to break the seals and sat up slightly.

"Seth."

"Summer?" Was he dreaming? He pinched himself. Nope, he was awake. "What…"

"Um, sorry it took so long to call, I've been very busy this week. So, do you want to maybe meet up and get some food or something if you're not busy today?" Summer blurted out.

"Uh, sure" Seth answered with just a brief hesitation. "I just need to get ready. Where are you staying?"

"The Marquis, it's in Times Square."

"No way… I'm here too. Why don't I meet you in your room… where is it?"

"1249."

"Okay, I'll see you there in twenty," he said. He hung up the phone and ran into the shower, his stomach flip flopping, not knowing what was in store for him.

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Summer paced around her room. She knew that being this nervous was just anti-productive. She paced some more until she heard a knock. She opened it to find Seth, dressed in a tee shirt over a dress shirt and vintage jeans. She wanted him on her bed right at that moment. He stood stiffly in the door frame, staring at her, no emotion to his face. He looked over at her. She was dressed in a flowing, turquoise shirt and fitted jeans with stilettos adorning her feet. She looked… beautiful.

"Want to come in?" She offered after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Is that a good idea?" Seth responded. He was still hurt knowing that she had moved on, that she left the bar with another man. So what if he had? That was a mistake, he admitted to himself but it was only because she was practically forcing him to get over her.

"Yeah, um, you're right," Summer said softly. "Why don't we go get brunch. There's a diner over on 9th Avenue."

"Sure." She grabbed her coat and the two headed out the door. They walked in silence across the two avenue blocks before entering Westway Diner. The place was large and wasn't too busy yet, and a waitress seated them at a booth towards the back of the diner. Seth stared at his menu. He didn't really care what he was going to eat, but was afraid to look at Summer.

"Can I help you?" A waitress asked.

"Coffee, black and a western omelet," Seth responded.

"Coffee, milk, one sweetener, and chocolate chip pancakes." Summer's favorite, Seth thought, a small smile creeping into the corner of his lips. The waitress collected the menus and headed to the kitchen. The two sat in silence. Seth started fidgeting with his fork and knife. It bothered Summer but she couldn't say anything. She focused on the couple seated opposite her. They were older, reading the New York Times while slurping coffee. She let out a small sigh just as the waitress placed their food in front of them. That would help delay talking for a bit, Summer thought as she swallowed a mouthful of pancakes.

Eventually, Seth had cleaned off his dish. He looked up at her and their eyes locked. A spark was felt between them.

"So, how was your week?" Seth asked.

"Good, lots of meetings but I learned a lot, got a lot of exposure. You?"

"Yeah it's great. I can't believe I'm going back tomorrow, back to the fiery pits of studio hell."

"It's still bad?"

"Fundamentals is, the others are fine. But hey, just six more weeks and I'm a free man all summer long," he said, forcing himself to smile. "How's Newport?"

"It's how it was when you left," she responded, blankly.

"Ah, full of heartbreak and regret," he stated bluntly. She glared at him. "I mean, um, Botox. Full of Botox and breast implants. Because um…" he stammered off.

"We really need to talk," Summer whispered.

"We're talking right now," Seth replied. Moving on, moving on, he kept repeating to himself. He was afraid for the train wreck destined to be ahead.

"No, I mean, this is too weird. We never talk like this," Summer said. "Why don't we go back to your place?"

"Um, um, okay," Seth said, unconfidently. They paid their bill and headed back to the hotel, with idle chatter filling the space between them.

"Summer?" Seth asked, breathing in a sharp bit of air. He couldn't stand it any longer. "Just break it to me, okay?"

"What?" Summer asked, confused.

"That you want to end it. I know. Just tell me so that I can try to get over you," he said, softly. Move on. Move on. Summer stared at him, shocked.

"What would ever make you think that I would want to end things?" she asked.

"I get it Summer. The not calling for weeks. Then seeing me and not calling again. And, last night basically confirmed it, you leaving Rodeo Bar with another man."

"Alex," Summer whispered. Seth glared at her. "He's, he's nothing, just a colleague."

"It didn't look like nothing, Summer. He had his arm wrapped right around you."

"I promise, Seth," she pleaded. "He dropped me back here and left. No goodbye kiss on the cheek, no hug, no nothing. I'm sorry if you thought otherwise, but I promise that there is nothing going on between us."

"Then what DID you want to talk to me about?" he asked, sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Us."

"What about?" he said, reminding himself that he needed to stay strong.

"I'm sorry. The break was a bad idea. I just… I don't know what I was thinking, Seth!" Summer cried. Seth pulled her into an embrace, letting out a deep breath.

"Summer, it's okay. I just don't know why you didn't call… I really thought it was over between us."

"I thought it would be a good idea to wait, give you some cooling off time, you know, you didn't exactly leave Newport on a happy note. And then it just seemed like the window of opportunity closed and then I thought I could only talk to you in person and then look, we're randomly in the same city." Tears fell out of Summer's eyes.

"Shhh," Seth said, rocking her small body back and forth, tightening the embrace. "You know, we're only going to be here another day."

"I know, I wanted to call you all week… I just…"

"You were busy, I get it," Seth responded.

"No, I just was afraid that you had moved on," Summer whispered.

"Summer," she looked up at him as he continued. "I could never move on. I love you and I don't think I could ever get over you."

"Really?" she said as a smile creeped onto her face.

"Really. Everyone thought I was nuts, but I had faith in our relationship. Until I saw Alex, I mean. But now that's cleared up and…"

"We're okay?" Summer asked, hopefully.

"We're more than okay… but what do we call this relationship?"

"Just that," Summer said, grinning. They looked at each other another moment, locking themselves in a gaze before – as if on cue – both moved forward and kissed. Almost immediately they fell back into the rhythm that they always had, he massaged her lips with his, she explored the crevices of his mouth, he nibbled on her bottom lip. Things quickly heated up and in minutes they were nearly naked, kissing hard, Summer straddling Seth, the couple feeling each other up and down. Seth kissed her neck, leaving butterfly kisses on her shoulders. Summer got off of him. He looked at her, questioning. She removed her underwear and they resumed action.

"That was…" Summer said, regaining her breath. "Amazing."

"What can I say… after a month of…" Summer pressed her mouth against his, silencing him. The makeout session got more and more intense, as they embraced and rolled around on the bed, messing the sheets.

Suddenly, she stopped, gathering the sheets to cover her torso. Seth looked up at her once again.

"What's this?" she asked, holding a bra by its straps.

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What will Seth have to say for himself? Is it now going to be over between them? Or can the bulletproof couple withstand everything? Review and a new chapter will be posted.