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Time moved idly by for both Seth and Summer. They had each fallen into a routine that fit both their lives. School, homework, spending time with each respectable friend, and for Summer, talking to Seth after dinner, for Seth, talking to her before.
They both enjoyed the people they spent time with, but still would rather be with each other.
They both were semi happy with their homes, but they would never be completely happy until they were once again together.
Summer and Eliza sat in Summer's room a week and a half before school let out for spring break. The date wasn't unknown to either girl, but they had yet to talk about their plans, until of course, after their conversation about how evil their math teacher was ended, and Eliza finally decided to ask.
"So spring break is coming up."
"It sure is, do you have any plans?" Summer asked.
"My family might go camping!" She said with false enthusiasm.
"Sounds fun," Summer responded sarcastically.
"What about you?"
Summer paused for a moment, and then looked up at Eliza with a wide smile on her face.
"Well, Seth's break is the same as ours, so I was thinking I would go to California for a week."
"I knew you were thinking that." She smiled. "Have you asked yet?"
"The Cohens won't care, and my grandparents, no," She said tenitivley.
"You think that they'll let you?"
"I don't know, I mean I hope so."
"Me too."
"I mean they can't say no, can they? They already took me away from my home; they can't deny me a visit to the people I grew up with and the boy I love." Summer said, trying to reassure herself.
"Right," Eliza started, trying to reassure Summer as well, "They have to let you"
"Right."
"Right."
Both girls smiled at the thought.
Summer was surprised how much they had in common, and how well they got along considering all the things that they didn't.
Both their families had major money, but in Eliza's case, it was her mothers. She had family money as well as her own from a job she worked from home. Her father was in the military, which caused them to move from state to state almost every six or seven months. Eliza had a lot of resentment towards her parents, and used to take it out on partying, drinking, and guys. She never made good friends, for fear of loosing them the next time they moved. She had never been in love, nor had a steady boyfriend, for the same reason she didn't have any real friends. She lost her virginity at the age of 14 to a guy she didn't even know the name of, and to this day still doesn't. Her life was consumed by parties, and she was heading downward, fast. All that changed though when one night while out partying, she lost count of how many drinks she had had and while driving home, drunk, she passed out and the passenger side of her car wrapped around a pole. It was a miracle she was even alive after over dosing on alcohol, let alone surviving a car wreck, which left her with two broken ribs, a concussion, and a new perspective on life.
From that day on she promised herself she would be a new person. She went from being called Lizzie to Eliza. She threw herself into her studies and was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed it, and so far her junior year was nothing but A's. Unfortunately, two years of her high school career sliding by with C's wouldn't get her into her choice school, NYU, so she would have to start for one or two years in a community college. Most likely, in this same town, because after the accident her father refused to move anymore and promised his daughter they would stay in one place until she went off to NYU.
Summer had learned all this during their many sleepovers, Fridays at Summer's, Saturdays at Eliza's. They were all each other had. Neither obviously wanted to hang with the party crowd, the smart kids were just too boring, and the normal kids didn't want anything to do with these two new girls, so they stuck together, and neither ever had a complaint.
"Well I better be getting home, my moms making pot roast, my favorite," Eliza stated.
"Okay love, I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Oh yea, I forgot to ask you if you could pick me up, my car is in the shop for a check up or something."
"Yeah, no problem."
"Oh and Summer."
"Yes?"
"Ask your grandparents tonight." She demanded.
"Will do." Summer said saluting her friend with a wide smile on her face.
As Summer loaded the dishwasher after their meal, she decided now was a good time to ask her grandparents about spring break. So after her grandmother was putting away the remains of dinner, and the dishwasher was fully loaded, Summer went and sat next to her grandpa on the couch, and asked her grandma to join her.
Everyone was settled when Summer started to talk.
"As you probably know spring break is coming up and I though that it would be nice if I was able to go back and visit everyone in California for a week," she said brightly.
Her bright demeanor quickly turned to a dark one when she saw the look on her grandparents face.
"Well Summer…" Her grandma started.
"Well Summer what, why can't I go?"
"Summer it just that we were thinking of spending spring break together, maybe getting some household projects done." Greg stated.
"We can do that on the weekends."
"Not when you're always at Eliza's house, or she's here."
"So for four and a half weekends I won't see her, that equivalent to 9 days, what my spring break is."
"Summer, the answer is no." Linda said simply.
"What the hell do you have against the people in California!" She said angrily.
"Don't talk to us that way." Her grandpa croaked.
"Summer, your spending spring break with us, with your family."
"You're not my family," She spat.
"Damn right we are." Her grandfather yelled.
"No" she said standing up "My family is in California." She hissed, and walked out of the room.
"They said no" Summer spoke the second she heard Seth's voice on the line.
"They didn't?" He said astonished.
"Yeah, flat out no" She said with tears in her eyes.
"Damn it" Seth said loudly, making Summer's tears flow freely.
"What the hell is their problem?" Seth huffed.
"I'm so sorry Seth."
"It's not your fault."
She began crying harder, this was too much for her.
"Sum, are you driving?" He asked.
"Yes" she cried.
"Pull over Summer."
She did as she was told and told him so.
"Fuck Summer, you're going to get yourself killed." He yelled.
"God Cohen I don't even know where the hell I am, I'm lost" She screamed.
"Why did you get in the car anyway Summer, you knew you would get hysterical."
"God I just wanted to talk to you."
"While you were driving, and in hysterics!"
"Maybe I don't care! Fuck Cohen look how messed up I am. And you know what I'm aloud to be fucking hysterical!" She screamed. "I don't know what I bother calling you! Just be thankful you're not my boyfriend, because then you would have to give a shit!"
She slammed her phone shut hard.
What was she supposed to do now; at once he phone rang, answering her questions.
It was Eliza.
"So?" She said at once.
"Eliza," She cried.
"Summer what happened."
"They said no, so I drove away, and called Seth, and he was mad at them, and so was I, then he got made at me for driving and talking to him and being all fucked up at the same time, and then I got made at him because I didn't want to deal with his shit, and I yelled at him and I said something really awful and I hung up on him and I don't know what I'm supposed to do now, I cant… I just can't"
"Summer, baby." She cooed.
Summer was surprised she could even understand her.
"Listen, Sum, you and me, we will deal with California later, you are going to see this fuck-up of a boy you love so much, okay."
Summer didn't answer.
"Okay?" Eliza forced.
"Okay," She whispered.
"Good, now, you need to call this boy back and make everything right."
"Will do," She smiled out of habit.
Before she could hit speed dial one her phone began to ring yet again, and of course this time it was Seth.
She hadn't even begun to speak before he started off.
"Summer, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was, am, just mad you can't come, I miss you so much, and the car thing, it was just because I care about you, so much, and I know I should have handled it differently but if anything happened to you I, I don't know what I would do."
She knew where she got her rambling from now.
"It's okay, I know. And I'm sorry I yelled to. And I know you care, I know. And you know I love you right, I'm so in love with you."
"I know."
"But god, I don't want to be this fucked up anymore."
"I don't want you to either."
"I need to see you, to touch you, to kiss you. Seth I need to be in your arms."
"You think I'm cheesy."
"Shut up Cohen," She smiled
"I want you here."
"Don't worry, I will be."
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