A/N: Chapter 7 is finally ready, so here it is. Thanks for all the reviews so far!
If I could bottle up the chills that you give me
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And If I should ever draw a picture of a woman
It is you that would come flowing from my pen
Womanby Maroon 5
Seth's eyelids felt like they were glued together. He forced them open a bit and the early morning light caused him to close them tightly. With a groan, he turned his body so he was lying on his back. In mid turn his hair caught on something, pulling painfully against his scalp. He yelped slightly and reached up to find out what had caught his hair.
To his surprise his hand didn't find his pillow. Instead, something firm and smooth greeted his palm. To his further surprise, Seth found that his hair was stuck in a small zipper. Grumbling to himself, Seth tugged firmly, pulling his hair free of the teeth that held it. Free at last, he leaned back to see what his head had been resting on if not his pillow.
The events of the previous night came rushing back to him as he stared at Summer's prone body. She was completely entangled in his sheets, and his head had been resting on her posterior. "I must have been more drunk than I thought last night," Seth mumbled to himself. "How am I gonna explain this?"
"Well. I guess the date went pretty good last night, huh?"
Seth jumped visibly at the sound of Ryan's voice. He looked up and found Ryan leaning against the wall, staring at the two of them. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Ryan shrugged. "I don't know man. Summer is in your bed. And it is..." Ryan looked down at his watch. "Noon. Seems like someone had a long night if you know what I mean."
Seth extricated himself from the bed as best he could, trying not to disturb Summer. "Despite what you might think, nothing happened last night. We just slept together. Actually slept."
Ryan shook his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Whatever, man. I just came up to warn you that your mom is probably getting ready to come up here."
"Well, she was a little surprised that you didn't come down for breakfast, but I told her you were probably just sleeping in because of your date."
"Well, that is actually true."
"Yeah, well, she's worried that you are sleeping so late. She thinks you might be hung over or something."
"Nice of my parents to have so much faith in me." Seth sighed and plopped down in his computer chair. "Any idea how to explain this?"
"You could try the truth."
"You think they would believe it?"
"I don't know. You'll never know until you try."
"That is true, but I think I'd like to just try and get Summer out of here before my mom sees her."
"How do you plan on doing that?"
Seth shook his head. "Good question. I don't know. I need a plan."
Summer groaned and turned over in the bed. "How about you two plan on shutting the hell up and letting me sleep? A girl needs her beauty rest."
Ryan rolled his eyes and turned to the door. "This one's all you, Seth. I'm in enough trouble without trying to help you sneak strange girls out of the house."
"I am NOT strange," Summer growled at him. "And what do you mean 'sneak me out of the house'?"
Seth walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's just a matter of time until my mom comes up here to ask why in God's name I'm sleeping so late. If she does that, she'll see you, and then she'll think her son is a big slut."
Summer opened her eyes and looked at Seth. "Cohen! I was nowhere near that drunk last night. Believe me. Nothing happened."
"Yet again, not touching that one." Ryan pulled the door open then called back to Seth. "Good luck."
Seth sighed. "Thanks for all the help man." As his door clicked shut, he turned to Summer. "First of all, how do you know that I didn't ravage you in your sleep?"
An annoyed looked crossed Summer's face. "Well, for starters, I'm still fully dressed."
"Hmm. That is true."
"And, second, you wouldn't do that."
Seth nodded. "Also true. I do prefer to use my powers for good instead of evil." He leaned back against his pillow and looked down at the top of Summer's head. His fingers absently wandered through her hair as he spoke. "That still leaves us with the predicament of how to get you out of here without either of my parents seeing."
Summer sighed and sat up in the bed. "Why do we have to sneak out? Don't you think Mrs. Cohen would believe me if I told her what happened?"
Seth's eyes narrowed as his fingers formed a steeple in front of his face. "Interesting. Would my mom believe a total stranger over her son? In this case, probably so."
"So, let's go find her."
Seth stood quickly and turned around. "Let's call that Plan B. That's the one we'll fall back on if we get caught." His suit jacket was hopelessly wrinkled, the product of a night sleeping in it, so Seth pulled it off and threw it in the corner. He located his shoes and began to pull them on. "Come on, Summer. Let's go."
Summer wiped her eyes and slowly made her way off of the bed. She stretched luxuriously before plopping back down beside Seth. "Where are my shoes, anyway?"
"My shoes," Summer indicated the room with a sweep of her arm. "I don't see them anywhere."
Seth's stomach fell as he looked around the room. Summer's shoes were nowhere to be found. "Where's the last place you had them?"
Summer shrugged. "I think I took them off when we started playing the ninja game."
Seth groaned and fell backwards onto the bed. "Great. That means that they are downstairs."
"Yes, they were downstairs." Seth sat bolt upright to find his mother standing front of him, Summer's shoes dangling from one fingertip. "I think you've got some explaining to do young man."
The worst had definitely happened. Seth's father was taking Summer home, and he was facing his mother across the dining room table. She simply stared at him for several long moments, a look of anger plastered to her face. Finally she sighed and shook her head. "Seth, I don't know what to say about this. What were you thinking?"
"It's not that bad mom. It's not what you think..."
"How do you know what I'm thinking? Better yet, do you even care?"
"What? Of course I care. I'm just saying that nothing happened. We just slept."
Kirsten's lips had formed a hard, thin line. "Summer is a beautiful girl Seth. You want me to believe that you just slept? Sex is a big step, son. I hope you used protection."
Seth's mouth dropped open. "Sex? Protection? I can't believe you."
"What am I supposed to think? You are wearing the same clothes you had on last night, and you were trying to sneak Summer out of the house."
"I'm wearing the same clothes because I slept in them! And, I was sneaking Summer out of the house because I knew you would react this way." Seth looked away for a moment and took a deep breath. "Look. We stayed up a little late playing games and watching tv. No one was home at Summer's house, so she wanted to sleep here, and I let her." He sighed. "I started to wake you up and ask, but I thought you would rather sleep."
Kirsten's expression softened. "Well...maybe I did jump to conclusions a little bit. It's just that I never expected to have this problem with you. No offense."
Seth rolled his eyes. "Wow. Why would I take offense to that."
Kirsten frowned. "You know I didn't mean it like that. It's just that...I expected that it would be Ryan that we found with a girl in the morning. I mean, I did walk in on him and Marissa making out."
Seth groaned. "Oh, thanks for reminding me." He slouched down in his chair and regarded his mother. "So, you don't think that I'm a slut?"
Kirsten smiled. "No, I don't think you are a slut." She walked around the table and sat down beside Seth. "I'm sorry that I overreacted." She put her arm around his shoulders and hugged him to her. "And, I'm sorry if we embarrassed you in front of Summer."
Seth sighed again as he extracted himself from his mother's arm. "This whole thing was a little bit humiliating. I mean, you sent her home with Dad. There's no telling what he's saying to her."
Summer and Sandy had spent most of the drive to her house in silence. As Sandy pulled into her driveway, Summer turned and spoke. "You know, we really didn't do anything."
Sandy nodded and smiled. "I know. I believe you."
"Yeah. I'm not as prone to overreacting as my beautiful wife."
"But, how do you know? I mean: why don't you think that we were both lying?"
"Well, I have a little experience with my son. I can usually tell when he's lying."
Summer pondered that for a moment. "So, why did Mrs. Cohen flip out like that?"
Sandy shook his head. "Well, I think she's been worried about sex in the house since she walked in on Ryan and Marissa."
"Oh yeah. That."
Sandy nodded. "Yes. That." He looked at her and grinned again. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. She'll calm down in a little while. Although…I'm sure that Seth is in the middle of a wonderfully uncomfortable discussion with her as we speak."
Summer smiled. "Probably." She started to open the door, then turned back to Sandy. "You don't think that Mrs. Cohen really believed we did anything, do you? I tried to get Seth to just tell her I was staying, but he didn't want to."
Sandy put a hand on Summer's shoulder. "Look Summer. I think that, deep down, Kirsten knew that nothing happened. The whole situation just freaked her out a bit. When she realizes that, she'll be okay." Sandy leaned back in his seat. "And, if she's not convinced when I get home, I'll work on her myself."
Summer opened the door and stepped out of the car. She turned back and regarded Sandy. "Thanks Mr. Cohen. I'm not like that, and I don't want either of you to think that I am."
Sandy leaned over slightly, coming eye to eye with Summer. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "Kirsten and I don't think anything bad about you. You make our son happy. As long as you are doing that, you're okay in my book."