A/N: Nothing beats waking up in the morning to 9 new reviews! You guys seriously rock! So here's the next installment… and I think it's looking up from here. I promise to post a new chapter when I get a minimum 5 reviews.

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The first two weeks at work had gone well for Summer. She was enjoying working for the Entertainment News department – who would have doubted that she wouldn't love getting paid to find out and report on celebrity gossip first? The other interns were cool, too, and there were plenty of perks – including weekly happy hours. And, she hadn't ran into Cohen in two full weeks. She felt horrible after leaving him at the coffee shop like that, but couldn't help but feel completely awkward around him. Why did love have to be so hard? Summer wondered, as she lied on her bed, staring at Princess Sparkle. She had just gotten out for the weekend and didn't want to move, even when the cell phone rang. She missed the call, but the "new voice message" signal was irritating enough to get her to pick it up. One missed call. Seth Cohen. She hit the voice mail button and listened to his message.

"Hey Summer, it's Seth. So, I know we haven't spoken in a while but my roommates are having a party tonight, and I don't know anyone they're inviting so I am just calling to see if you'd like to come and keep me company. I know, that sounds really pathetic of me and you're probably asking yourself why I can't just make friends with my roommates' compadres but I get kinda antsy around new people. Ugh, now I'm rambling. Anyways, I'd love it if you could make it, and feel free to bring your roommate or whomever, just call me if you want to come along. So, uh, hopefully I'll see you tonight!"

Ah, the Cohen ramble. His patheticness, his everlasting rambling, his lack of confidence, his overall sweetness. I'd love it if you could make it. Come and keep me company. Summer let out a large sigh and dialed Seth's number.

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"So how do you know this guy again?" Lauren asked as she entered the apartment with Summer. The place was clearly a bachelor pad, with strewn beers, a deer head on the wall and posters of Playboy bunnies. And a Yakuza poster, which Summer assumed Seth had put up.

"He went to high school with me," Summer yelled above the noise, coming from inside the apartment. Typical college party, she thought. Drunk guys, drunker girls, kegs.

"Hello, Summer," Seth said, grabbing her shoulders from behind.

"Ew! Get off of me!" Summer shrieked. Lauren rolled her eyes.

"I think I'm going to get a drink," she said, leaving.

"So I take it that's your roommate?" Seth asked.

"Yeah… I don't know her too well but she seems okay and had no plans tonight."

"Ah, so, can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, um, but first I have to go to the bathroom. Where is it?" Summer asked.

"Just down the hall, third room to the right, just past mine," Seth answered, pointing Summer in the right direction. After powdering her nose, Summer snuck into Seth's room. She knew that it was only a summer place, yet somehow he managed to personalize it. There were posters from obscure Japanese films, pictures of his family, and – Summer realized at closer glance – photos of "the gang" from sophomore year. There were ones where Seth had his arm wrapped around her, others where she was making a face at Seth and Anna, who were gazing into each other's eyes. They looked so young then. Then she spotted a photo of him and Ryan on a boat. It was a dingy little sailboat, but it wasn't the ship that struck her but rather the name. Summer Breeze. Was it for her? she wondered.

"So I really hope you didn't go to the bathroom in here," Seth said, entering his room.

"Ew! No," her voice softened as she continued. "Actually, I was just looking around. Not too shabby."

"Yeah, well, I thought a few pictures would cheer me up," his face grew red, hoping that she didn't realize the prominence of herself in his photos. "So, I hate to cut this party short but the neighbor downstairs just threatened to call the cops if we don't disband. We're going to head out to the bar down the street… you down?"

"I guess," Summer said. And she didn't protest when Seth wrapped his arm around her and led her out the door.

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"You see, you're not a bad dancer, Cohen!" Summer exclaimed as she danced closer and closer to him. They had been at the bar for the past three hours, and Summer had no idea as to how much she drank in that time, but she couldn't have been any drunker than Cohen. And when Hey Ya blasted from the speakers, she grabbed Cohen by the hand and dragged him to the open space in the middle of the bar, where everyone was dancing. And they continued to dance. Drink and dance. And with every drink Summer got closer to him, first placing her arms on his shoulders, then her chest against his, and now it looked as if they were about to have sex on the dance floor.

"You know what, Cohen?" Summer asked.

"What, Summer?" Seth slurred.

"I like you." And with that, she gave him a big kiss on the lips. He was startled at first, but started to ease into it, and before long their kiss deepened. They started grabbing each other. "Get a room," she heard as she pulled away from Seth.

"Want to go to my place?" drunken Summer said suggestively.

"Um, okay!" Seth responded. They walked out of the bar and staggered down the street until they reached her flat. She guided Seth towards her room. And they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Hungrily. And ran their hands all over one another's body. Desperately. The alcohol was wearing off but the make out session wasn't stopping.

"Want to stay here?" Summer asked, yawning.

"Do you want me to?" Seth asked.

"Sure, dummy, that's why I asked!" Maybe Summer was still a bit drunk.

"If that's what you want…" before Seth could continue he realized that Summer had fallen asleep. He wrapped his arms around her before drifting off himself.

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