Huge thanks you! I love you! I love you!

Summer wrapped her shirt tighter around her, feeling the light breeze make its way through her cloth; she should have taken a jacket with her. Maybe a band for her hair as well because it was blowing in all directions, probably making her look like a troll.

"Summer!" She looked around and saw Marissa Cooper hurrying towards her with purse and bags in her hands. "Sorry I'm late. Have you been here for long?" the blonde quickly asked as she wrapped one of her slim arms around Summer's neck.

"It's okay. You look all stressed. Where have you been?" Summer said as they pulled apart, Marissa a little flushed as she'd apparently had to hurry there.

"Mom and I went shopping. I'd sort of promised her that for ages. I lost track of time, sorry."

"It's alright, Coop. What did you get?" The girls began to slowly walk towards the beauty salon.

"A couple of new tops and a skirt I just have to show you later. But we didn't get very much since mom insisted on going into every store she could see where there were rings."

Summer frowned and turned her head to look at her friend, in such an abrupt motion that all her hair flew to one side of her shoulders. "Rings?"

"She wants Ryan to propose. She's always saying how we've been steady for so long but I think it was too long ago she was at a wedding. Maybe I should get married just so she'll get happy." Marissa explained with a shrug.

"Wow. I didn't know that you were thinking of marriage. Do you think that Ryan is the one you'd marry?"

"Yeah. But I'm not sure that I'm ready yet though," Marissa opened the door to the salon and held it up to Summer. "It's a pretty big step, don't you think?"

Summer nodded. "Yes. And, I mean if you marry someone you should be sure that you do the right thing. Not just jump into something because everyone else tells you that it's the right time."

Marissa smiled, stunned by how good Summer seemed to understand. "I know. My mom's just being Julie Cooper. And she doesn't even like Ryan that much."

A few minutes later, both lying and getting massages, Marissa carefully asked what she'd been thinking of for the last twenty minutes.

"Summer, how is Seth?"

Summer turned her head to look at Marissa, slightly confused by her question. "He's good. But you saw him yesterday so you should know."

"I know but I meant how things are with girls," she carefully explained, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, he's…um, I don't really know."

"Because it seems that you two are very close and I figured you'd know." Marissa paused, thinking hard. "Look, I know that this must sound very weird but I'm just worried about him. I want him to find a nice woman because he really deserves one."

Summer nodded and agreed. "I know. He really does."

"But you don't know anything? Because you said that you two were just friends, right?"

"I did," Summer said and Marissa wasn't sure if it was a question or not.

"Are you sure that you're just friends? And don't take this the wrong way Summer, but you seem a little too close. I mean, it looks like you really like each other."

"We do," Summer quickly said, finding it true. "But we're not together or anything. It's not like that."

Marissa nodded but continued. "Okay. But you'd tell me if you knew anything, right? I can keep it to myself if you'd want that."

Summer was about to say yes but then she realised that that would be a lie. She didn't really know what they were; definitely more than friends but not girlfriend/boyfriend.

She knew that she liked Seth and kissing him had been amazing. But she wasn't sure that she was ready for something serious; she had never had a relationship before and just the thought of it scared her. She knew that she'd just screw him up. It wasn't fair to enter something with Seth while she still had so many personal issues.

Summer wanted him to find someone good for him; someone not messed up. He did deserve someone great and amazing.

And she wasn't that person.

"Summer?" Marissa drew her back to reality.

"We kissed last night." Summer blurted out, not entirely sure that she should tell this. But she was in desperate need for some advice.

Marissa smiled and immediately got very curious. "You did? That's great. Right?"

Sighing, Summer shrugged. "I don't know. I'm confused."

"Of course you are. But what kind of kiss was it? Just a quick kiss and then you went home?"

The brunette thought for a moment before answering before deciding to go with the truth. Even if it all felt so surreal it had happened. "We kissed…a lot. And then he took me home."

"Did you talk or anything?"

"No, we just…we just kissed." Summer said and closed her eyes, thinking that she was so stupid. She was leading him on; she was hurting him.

He'd been so happy; smiled and showed her those adorable dimples. And he'd held her hand and been so gentle.

She felt how the first tears escaped from her eyes, making their way down her face. This always happened; she always ended up hurting people. And especially the ones she really cared about.

"Summer?" Marissa said, having noticed that her friend was crying. "Could you leave us alone for a while?" she asked the two masseurs who left, then hurried to Summer.

"Hey, it's okay." Marissa gave Summer a robe and sat down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The brunette turned away, embarrassed as she couldn't stop the tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered and sniffled.

"Don't be. Tell me what's wrong. Is it Seth?"

Summer nodded feeling quite pathetic. "I shouldn't have kissed him, Marissa."

"You don't like him that way?" Marissa asked in a serious voice, as if she thought that was the case.

Summer shook her head though. "I do. But I can't be with him."

"Why?"

"I just can't. I'll only hurt him. Like I am now."

"You won't hurt him and you're not now." Marissa tried in a consoling voice, keeping her hand on Summer's shoulder.

"Yes, I am." Summer stubbornly said while still having tears rolling down her cheeks. "He deserves so much better than me."

"Don't say things like that, Summer. Seth deserves to be happy and he likes you so why not be with you?"

vvvvvvvvv

Placing the newly bought comforter on the bed, Seth walked a little further away and studied what he'd created; a functional guestroom. Finally he had thrown out all his things and really made this room what it was supposed to be from the start; a place for his guests if he had any.

He'd only lived in the apartment for a little more over a year but never before bothered to care about that room. Why have a guestroom when he never needed one?

Now though, he could use a room like that. Summer was the first person who'd ever stayed over; he'd never invited anyone lese to spend the night. Not even women he'd met. If they were to spend the night together he would be at their place. He liked his own space; his freedom.

But now he'd definitely thought it was time to do something about that room, and he had. He'd surprise Summer later with it. He hoped that she would like what he'd done.

All day Seth had thought about calling her but he knew that she would spend the day together with Marissa and he didn't want to disturb them. He knew how glad Summer was to have a friend; another female. He might be a good friend but he was just no good in shopping or whatever stuff women liked to do. And he was so happy for Summer for having found a friend, besides Marissa was pretty okay.

Therefore he had been keeping himself busy all day with this project and finally, it was finished.

Now he was ready to call her.

"Hello?" Summer's voice was heard and instantly made Seth smile.

"Summer, hi. It's me, um, Seth."

She grinned into the phone, happy to hear him even though she had freaked out all day about him. "I recognise your voice, Seth."

"Good." Seth said and swallowed. How come she had the power to make him completely forget what he had planned to say?

"I'm glad you called." Maybe she could sense his nervousness because Seth immediately felt better. He'd been quite scared that she would act weird after last night.

"I've been wanting to all day. But I knew you were with Marissa so I waited patiently."

"Aren't you just perfect?" she smiled. "I was going to call you, too."

"Yeah? I was kind of scared that you wouldn't."

"Why?"

"Well, because of yesterday. I don't know. Maybe I was a little too forward."

"Seth, if you're talking about the kiss or should I say kisses, I did enjoy it. Didn't you know that?" She thought that his nervousness and carefulness was so cute. It made her want to kiss him again and again.

"Since you started making out with me like there was no tomorrow, I kind of think that you did." Seth said, smirking.

"Oh, you." She playfully started. "I did not enjoy it that much. And you kissed me first!"

"No, you kissed me."

"Okay, so what if I did? Are you trying to tell me that you didn't like it?"

"No! I did like it. A lot. So much that I wanted to invite you over as a matter of fact."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yes, Summer. I am now inviting you over. And, I plan on cooking for you."

"I can't say no to you cooking, can I?"

"You can't."

"I'll be there in an hour." She said and hung up, not giving him a chance to offer her a ride.

With a huge smile on her face, impossible to wipe off, she hurried to her wardrobe hoping to find something good to put on.

She had no idea why Seth made her feel like this, so good about herself. Just a few hours ago she had doubted that this was a good thing to enter but at the moment she didn't even care. She only cared that she really wanted to see Seth again, soon.

vvvvvvvvv

Seth opened the door, only to reveal this cute brunette he loved spending time with. She was if possible even cuter than she normally was, wearing a grey jacket and a white shirt under, jeans and a pair of black boots.

"Hi," she said, remaining outside his apartment, grinning while looking at him.

He cleared his throat and smiled as well. "Hi,"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure!" he said kind of embarrassed for not saying anything. He closed the door after her and took her jacket. "I've just finished making dinner."

Summer watched as he scratched his chin; he looked so cute dressed in a striped shirt and a pair of black pants, looking his very best.

She smiled and grabbed his arm, fighting the urge to kiss him already. "How was your day?"

"Good. I actually fixed some things around here."

"Oh, you did some cleaning?"

"I'll show you," he said and started leading her to the guestroom, probably grinning like an idiot.

"The surfboard room?" Summer asked, looking at him.

Seth didn't reply, just opened the door and let her see for herself. She smiled and walked inside, sitting down on the bed. "You did all this by yourself?"

Seth nodded proudly. "I did. You like it?"

"Yeah. It's very nice."

She looked up at him and smiled, meeting his gaze. "Aren't you gonna say anything?" she asked after some time of silence.

Looking serious, or trying to, Seth spoke. "Hey, I didn't wanna ruin the moment."

"We're having a moment?" Summer laughed.

"Yeah. Duh," he said and cupped her face, finally doing what they've both longed for all day; he kissed her.

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