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Everything was dark and quiet. No sound except a low buzzingfrom the refrigerator was heard.

Summer was all tucked in at the couch, trying to get some sleep. She'd woken up an hour ago, having had a dream. She used to wake up in the middle of the night but she was always, or most of the times, able to go back to sleep.

Not tonight though.

She had no idea why, but tonight she couldn't sleep. She couldn't find a comfortable position and she couldn't stop thinking. The thoughts were circling round in her head and most of those thoughts included Seth.

Summer couldn't help but imagine him sleeping. He was just a few metres away, in his room.

Changing her position, and laying on her side, Summer spotted a picture on the coffee table. It was dark but her eyes had gotten used to it so she could see who were on the picture. It was Seth and she.

It felt so strange. It was the first picture she was one as an adult, and together with another person, smiling. They sat on a bench down the pier, close to the place where they'd first met. Seth wasn't holding her hand or anything but he was leaning his head close to hers in a way that no one never had done before.

Seth was a lot of firsts for Summer; in a good way. She hadn't yet experienced anything bad around him.

Yet she did not regret having met him. And strangely enough she didn't even worry as much any more about how she affected him. He said that he wanted her to be his friend, so why not trust that he knew what he wanted? Yet she hadn't hurt him. Not that Summer was aware of anyway.

Realising that she wouldn't be able to sleep at the moment she got up and decided to have a glass of water.

As she drank some she saw Seth's shirt hanging over a chair. He wasn't a very neat person but then again, she wasn't either. That shirt for sure didn't bother her at all but not having anything else to do, she quietly walked over to Seth's bedroom with the shirt in her hand.

His door was closed and she couldn't hear any sound through it; Seth didn't snore. She smiled and carefully opened the door, peeking in.

It was darker in there, so dark that she couldn't see anything. She thought about lighting the lamp but realised that she didn't want Seth to wake up and find her in his room. How creepy would that be?

So she carefully walked over to the place where she knew he had an armchair with lots of clothes in. Maybe not careful enough though because she tripped over something and fell flat on the floor.

"Ow," Summer sat up and rubbed her arm. She threw what must bee a towel away angrily as it was the towel she'd tripped on.

She then heard a muffled groan from the bed and put both hands over her mouth. She was such a moron!

Not daring to move from where she sat on the floor Summer was relived when she didn't hear anything else. Maybe he was a deep sleeper.

But suddenly the light turned on. "Summer?"

Seth's voice was sleepy and a little slurry but that was to be expected since he'd been asleep just seconds ago. He sat straight up and Summer rose from the floor, seeing the towel lying next to him.

"Sorry," she started with a shaky voice. "I just thought you'd want your shirt." Pointing to the shirt on his armchair she hoped that she wouldn't need to explain things further.

Looking at her, standing in a pair of sweatpants and a too big T-shirt with her dark hair on one side of her shoulders, Seth smiled. "I see. Is that the reason of why you threw a towel on my face?"

"No!" Summer quickly replied. "I didn't mean to, I just tripped on it and didn't think. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Seth told her, not looking the tiniest bit angry. He pattered on the spot next to him, gesturing for her to sit down. "Why were you up anyway? You didn't get up to give me my shirt, did you?"

Summer shook her head from where she sat next to him on his bed, focusing hard on not sitting too close to him but not too far away either. "I couldn't sleep, that's all," she mumbled while looking down in her lap.

"Oh," Seth tried to see her face. "Is everything alright?"

Summer nodded and met his gaze, giving him a weak look. "I'm fine."

"Good."

They both went quiet while remaining sitting next to each other on his bed.

"I should go and let you get back to sleep," Summer said after a few moments of silence, feeling quite embarrassed.

Seth seemed to agree because he told her goodnight with a small smile on his lips.

"Night,"

Summer went back to the couch and crept under the sheet and the amazingly comfortable bedcover. It had a different smell than her own sheets and sometimes Summer would pull the bedclothes tighter around her and imagine that maybe Seth had been sleeping in the same ones. She'd fall asleep feeling warm and secure, almost as if she had Seth's arms around her.

This night was one of those.

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The next morning Seth walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and still in his sleeping clothes, a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. He hadn't slept very well during the night.

"Morning!" a joyful Summer greeted him. She was fully dressed and was, as Seth noticed, wearing some of her new clothes she'd bought together with Marissa.

Flopping down onto a chair he yawned. "Morning, Sum."

"Coffee?" she offered, holding up a cup of freshly made coffee, black and hot just as he wanted it.

"Thanks, this is just what I need," he said and accepted the cup, immediately taking a sip.

Summer smiled and sat down in front of him, also with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was glad that everything was just as it always was; everything felt comfortable and good.

As they sipped their coffee Summer suddenly was reminded of that night. They'd been sitting quietly together, drinking coffee.

She'd been so fragile, so depressed. But yet that had been one of the best days of her entire life. Because she'd met Seth.

And he had saved her.

"What are you thinking about?" Seth asked and drew her back to reality.

"That night," she said and looked down into her cup, just like she'd done then.

Seth nodded and scratched his chin. "Oh, do you want to talk about it?"

Summer looked up at him with glassy eyes. "I'd rather not but thanks."

"Sure," Seth quickly said.

"I should go make bed. I don't want to be late," Summer excused herself and got up, taking the coffee with her.

Seth knew better than to stop her and force her to talk. He believed that she should come to him when she was ready.

After all, the only thing he wanted for her was to feel like he was there, whenever she needed him.

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Seth stopped just in front of the building and turned to Summer, who looked less and less nervous every time they did this. She smiled shyly and leant over to hug him.

Seth wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him for several minutes. Then she pulled away, looking a little embarrassed.

"You'll be okay,"

"Yeah," she tucked some hair behind her ear. "See you later," Summer said and jumped out of the car turning around one last time to look at him.

He smiled reassuringly and waited until she was inside before he drove off.

Summer walked straight up to her floor and almost immediately was able to walk inside her therapist's office. She had by now learned how it all worked.

The office was just like one of those you saw on movies. Dark furniture, neutral paintings and of course tissues next to the sofa. The whole atmosphere was actually not very homey or relaxing at all.

Her therapist though wasn't like one she'd imagined. Summer had imagined this old man with grey hair but that was completely wrong. Her therapist was female and not much over thirty, Christie.

"Hello, Summer." Christie said from where she sat in the armchair, a smile on her face as usual when Summer entered.

"Hi,"

"How are you today?"

"Pretty good."

As Summer was situated on the sofa Christie started to talk again. "Good. I thought we'd continue on what we talked about last week."

"The other people thing?"

Christie nodded. "We talked about your relations to other people. And now I'd like to know about some specific people, the important people in your life."

"Um," Summer started uncertainly.

"Tell me about your family. How are your relations with them?"

Summer shrugged. "I don't have any contact with my parents."

"Tell me about your childhood."

Summer thought for a few seconds; where would she start? "They divorced when I was little. I think it was because neither of them wanted to settle down, with a kid and everything. They were pretty young when they had me." She took a quick pause. "My dad was the one who left first though so mom was stuck with me."

Christie wrote something down. "Where did your father go?"

"I don't really know. My mom told me that he went to Europe."

"He never made any contact with you?"

"No," Summer said with a strong voice.

Christie wrote a quick note again before asking the next question. "So, you lived together with your mother then?"

"Yeah, we lived in the old house. Hank used to be there a lot though."

"Hank?"

"My mom's...you know."

"New husband?"

"Yeah,"

"Were you and your mother close?"

"Not really. We never talked; we just avoided each other as much as we could."

"She never took you shopping or read bedtime stories?"

Summer sadly shook her head but trying to smile even though it hurt so much to remember. "Sometimes my grandma let me come to her house. We'd bake cookies and she taught me how to play the piano."

"That's nice,"

"She died though. When I was nine."

Christie then changed the subject. "What about friends then. Did you have many friends?"

"I've never had a real friend. No one bothered to speak to me. Only Seth has wanted to be my friend."

"Seth. He's very important to you, isn't he?"

"Of course he is. He's the only person I've ever felt comfortable around. He's the reason of why I'm alive." Christie nodded. Summer had told her everything about that night when her life changed. She'd heard a lot about Seth.

"He's been helping you a lot."

Summer made a small nod and noticed how her thoughts once again filled with Seth. "He has. Sometimes I even feel guilty because he's doing so much for me, you know? And he's amazing. But what do I give him in return?"

"Friendship, Summer. You of all people should know that friends are important. You're his friend."

"But he doesn't talk to me about things like I talk to him."

"You do things together,"

"I'm afraid that I'm holding him back. He's letting me stay at his apartment and he's completely focused on me all the time."

"You should talk to him, Summer. Tell him how you feel."

"I wouldn't know what to say,"

"Try."

"I'll talk to him later."

"Good. You need to let him know,"

"Right,"

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"How was your day?" Summer asked Seth over the phone later that night. Seth had taken her home just after her therapy on her request.

"Good. I met Ryan so we talked some,"

"Oh,"

Seth took a deep breath as to gather himself. He then quickly spoke. "There's this party this weekend by the way. It's at my parent's house. Do you want to come?"

"A Newport party?"

"Yeah. I don't usually go but I haven't shown myself for ages and I'm actually starting to believe the things my mom always tell me about the newpsies thinking I'm dead."

Summer laughed; partly because Seth's nervousness and partly because of the newpsies. Seth had told her all about the newpsies.

"Think about it," Seth sweetly said.

"I will."

"So, you working tomorrow?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah, me too. I'll call you though,"

"Okay. I'll have an answer," Summer promised but already knew what her answer would be.

"I think you'd like it and this would be a perfect opportunity to wear your new dress."

Summer blushed, happy to speak over the phone since he couldn't see.

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