Wow, the anti-Anna sentiments I get from you reviewers are priceless ("Heh... can you make Anna get shot? Or... hit by a car? Oh! Maybe she can go sailing, and drown... or go on a private jet, and it crashes..."-sesen)!


Seth was growing more and more paranoid that his parents were going to blame Ryan.

It had nothing to do with him, actually. Not Ryan's doing that Summer happened to be quite a jealous person, nor his doing that Seth was considered a punching bag by few guys at school.

He was worried that all they would see, however, was that Seth had not only slept over at a girl's house, but a few days later gotten into a fight at school. Not that being punched in the eye and falling (rather pathetically) against the lockers before being left to sit in the locker room alone could be considered an actual fight.

He knew that they wouldn't blame Ryan on the outside, but he didn't want them to inwardly wonder if the boy from Chino had influenced their son towards the rebellious path.

If Seth was anything, he certainly wasn't a rebel. He drove the speed limit, he was scared of drugs, and he couldn't fight.

"Yeah, I got into some heavy Street Fighter action at school," he said that night as his parents and Ryan caught their first glimpse. "You should see the other guy, though."

"Seth, what happened?" Sandy secretly hoped to hear that the other guy had a broken nose, but he wouldn't say that around Kirsten. Kirsten was thinking the same, but she didn't mention it. Ryan did, though, and no one objected.

After a few more wise cracks ("I pulled out the Kung-Fu action, too") they finally got the truth out of Seth.

"Corey Jacobson," Ryan repeated the name slowly.

"Oh no you don't," Sandy caught the look on Ryan's face and shook his head. "The last thing that you need is to get into a fight."

Ryan simply looked at him.

"I mean it," Sandy warned, his eyebrows doing quite a number. "They need less of a reason to take you away from us."

This explanation got through to Ryan, but he was none too happy about it. He glanced at Seth.

"He's right," Seth said, just in case. "It's not worth it."

"I'm going to call Dr. Kim..." Kirsten rose from her chair at the kitchen table.

"Mom, do not even think about it," Seth warned, standing up as well. "This is not fourth grade, I really don't need you fighting my battles."

"Seth, that boy-"

"Yes, Mom. I'm very aware of what he did, but you are definitely going to make things about ten times worse." Pause. "Seriously." Pause. "Mom."

"Fine," Kirsten gave in.

She and Ryan felt the same frustration that they couldn't protect him, and he knew it.


What he didn't know, however, was that Summer was feeling the same way.

Corey was a good-looking guy that she had kissed once in eighth grade, and she had been experiencing boiling anger towards him since the previous afternoon. Not being able to see Seth had only made things even worse, and it only seemed appropriate that she ran into him the next day at school.

She wheeled around, annoyed, to see who had bumped into her, and there he was. Summer straightened up and gave him a deadly glare.

"What the hell do you want?" She snapped.

"Sorry," he said, leaning against the wall. "Busy hallways."

She opened her mouth to speak, but the bell cut her off. He gave a little shrug and made to walk away, but she grabbed his arm.

"I don't think so." The hallway emptied as people filtered into their classrooms.

"Here and now, Summer? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

She rolled her eyes at his tone and stood directly in front of him.

"You," she said, emphasizing the word by poking him in the chest, "stay away from my boyfriend. Do not touch him, do not look at him, do not even think about him."

"Funny, I was going to give you the same advice."

"I am so fucking serious, Corey. I. Will. Kill. You. Stay away from him." She wanted to wipe that stupid sneer off of his stupid face.

"At least you have more balls than your pansy boyfriend." He gave a little scoff. "He needs SOMEbody to stick up for him..."

It wasn't a sudden loss of temper or an unconscious explosion; when Summer slapped Corey, she knew exactly what she was doing, and she meant it. She felt the sting on her right hand and hoped that he was feeling it tenfold.

He touched his face, obviously shocked.

"Jackass," she said boldly, turning on her heel.

"Bitch," he muttered.

She ignored him and strolled away.


Seth groaned, groping around in the dark for his cell phone.

"Hello?" He mumbled.

"Cohen, I'm coming over," he heard Summer's voice in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You are aware that's it's two-thirty in the morning, right?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Whatever. I went to Holly's party and it was ultra-lame. I'd rather spend my Saturday night with you."

"Sunday morning, actually."

"Okay," she sighed impatiently. "So can I come over or what?"

Seth considered. "I guess I could sneak you in..."

"Good, because I'm outside. Hurry up, already."

Seth stumbled to the front door, where Summer was waiting. Every strand of hair was in place, her lip gloss had been carefully reapplied, and her skirt was killer. Seth, on the other hand, was wearing plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, his hair even messier than usual.

"So now what?"

"You know, Seth, you're really cute when you're sleepy, but also kind of annoying."

He rubbed his eyes again.

"In other words," she whispered, stepping past him. "You're supposed to invite me in."

"Summer, would you like to come in?" he asked as she closed the door softly behind them.

She put a hand over his mouth. "Are your parents asleep?"


"Okay." She linked her fingers through his and led them quietly to his room. "Pajamas?"

"Clothes are overrated," Seth managed.

"Pajamas?" she repeated. He rummaged through a drawer and tossed her some plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. He barely remembered to lock the door before he crawled back into his bed.

She turned off the light and crawled next to him under the covers. "You're a real drag, you know that?"

He made a little incomprehensible noise as he reached out for her, and she stretched her arm over his torso, resting her head on him.

Summer breathed in deeply, burying her face into the soft smell of his shirt and concentrating on his warmth. She would sneak out in the morning, they would make it through his little grounding, and they would ignore the kids at school. But at that moment, all she was thinking about was Seth Cohen, lying next to her.


THE END! I know that some people wanted me to keep this story going, and I had played with a lot of different ideas, but I think this one is done. I plan on writing a lot more Summer/Seth, so if you have any ideas or story lines that you want me to write, just let me know in a review or something. This has been awesome to write, and thank you sooooo much too all of you who reviewed and let me know what you thought.

And thanks to Adam Brody, whose unwavering hotness inspired me! lol!