A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews… here's the next installment. Please keep on reviewing! Also, there was some confusion I guess in the last chapter – no, they did not have sex (they were clothed when they woke up).

Disclaimer: Not mine

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Summer banged on Seth's door. A groggy guy answered.

"Hi," Summer said shyly. "Is Seth there?"

"Dunno, might be sleeping," he said, before going back to his room. Summer let himself in and walked to the back of the apartment, where Seth's room was. She knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked harder. A groggy Seth came to the door.

"Brad, I told you… Summer?" he asked, confused. Summer bit her lip and looked at him.

"Um, hi. Coffee?" She said, extending her cup. Seth took the cup from her hands.

"Thanks," he said. He looked at her oddly. "You, um, want to come in?" he asked, pointing her towards his bed.

"Sure," she said as she made her way in. "So how many people live here?"

"Three guys. Keeps this place a dump… and, well, they took care of the decorating…"

"So the Yakuza…"

"Oh, well, that's mine," Seth said, sheepishly. "So what brings you here?"

Summer paused for a moment. "Well, about the other night…"

"Drunken mistake," Seth blurted, very quickly. Summer took in a deep, pained breath.

"Was it?" Summer asked, awaiting the not-so-satisfying reply. Seth looked at her square in the eyes.

"I thought you wanted it to be left at that," he said, innocently. She curled her lips inward, trying to figure out what to say next. Risk her reputation by professing her love to Seth, or stay quiet and unhappy. Before she could say anything, Seth continued. "You know, I do like you, Summer. A lot. I mean, I've had a crush on you since we were ten and I named my boat after you…" Summer's heart skipped a beat as he mentioned that. "I mean, look at my walls! I think you're in about every picture." Seth was blushing, realizing that he had probably said too much.

"Really?" Summer asked. Seth nodded his head sheepishly, causing Summer's cheeks to blush. "Well, I like you too, Cohen." She leaned in to kiss him, and within moments the two were intensely making out on his bed. It was slow, much slower than the night in her room, as both were sober and wanted to savor everything going on. Summer let her tongue explore Seth's mouth as he brushed his hands up and down her sides. He slid his hands under her shirt and slyly removed her bra.

"Nice," Summer said, breaking the kiss. Who would have figured that Seth Cohen, geek of the geeks, was the best guy she had ever made out with? He cupped her breasts and she let out a small gasp, before returning to kissing him. The two continued to kiss, and touch, for hours, tuning out the television in the living room, Seth's roommates wrestling throughout the apartment, the doorbell. All they cared about were one another.

"You know what, Summer?" Seth said, between kisses. He propped himself up slightly in bed and looked at Summer, who was only wearing a tank top and underwear.

"What, Cohen."

"I'm going to take you on a date."

"Well, what if I don't want to go on a date?" Summer said, sarcastically. Seth's face dropped. "Kidding, Cohen," Summer continued, mock-slapping him.

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After dressing in a flowing blouse and fitted jeans, Summer parted her hair and put on some eyeliner. She applied lip gloss to her lips, blotting it with a piece of toilet paper. Seth would arrive in less than five minutes. She paused; here she was about to go out on a date with Seth Cohen. Seth, who didn't even cross her radar until she was fifteen. Seth, who she couldn't get out of her head after that. She smiled as the doorbell rang.

"Summer, you look, wow."

"Stop drooling, Cohen," Summer said, giving him a light slap on the arm. "Where are we going?"

"That, my lady, is a surprise." He took her by the arm and led her onto the street. They walked and walked and walked – Summer swearing for wearing high heels – until they reached a very ordinary restaurant. In fact, it was a diner. Summer made a strange face.

"Trust me on it, Summer. They have the best lobster rolls." Before Summer could complain about the amount of carbs in the rolls, Seth led her in. The place was bright and cheery, and so, well, not LA. An older waitress seated them in a small booth and handed them menus. After ordering, Seth looked over at Summer.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?" Seth complimented her.

"Yes and is that you're only line?"

"It's just that…"

"It's cool, Cohen. I'm just giving you a hard time. So, how's the comic book job been?" Summer asked, a smile radiating from her face. And that's how the rest of the evening went. Back and forth banter, giggling, discussion. Seth was right and the lobster rolls were great, although Summer wouldn't remind him of that. She didn't want to boost his ego too much. The two sat at the booth, enjoying each other's company, until they noticed the staff sweeping the place.

"I guess we should get going," Seth said, as he paid the bill, which had been sitting at the table for well over an hour. "I'll walk you back."

"So, this is me," Summer said with a yawn as they arrived at her place. "You know, I would invite you in but you kept my roommate up all night last time."

"Me? You know, child, it does take two to…"

"Don't even go there."

"It's cool," Seth said, leaning in to kiss her. "All in good time, Summer, all in good time."

"G'night Cohen," she replied as she closed the door to her apartment. Seth left the doorstep and did a ridiculous happy dance as he made his way to the street. Little did he know that Summer was watching from her window, laughing at his adorably geeky charm.

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Kinda fluffy, I know. But what will happen in the next chapter when Summer gets irritated that Seth isn't opening up about Anna?