Summer knew there were reasons to celebrate lately. Yesterday was the Fourth of July and today new students were arriving. All things to be happy about. Though Summer couldn't find a reason to be celebratory about anything, not when yesterday was such a terrible anniversaryShe'd pretty much just stayed in her room hiding from everything. She ( Read more... )

The first thing Summer did when she woke up was check her email. She continued to check it off and on all day. This had become her routine a few days ago when she hadn't heard from Shawn. He had sent a few and then they had just stopped. She thought about sending constant emails, but she didn't want to seem like a needy, clingy girlfriend. Okay, ( Read more... )

Summer was glad to be back in Fandom. She didn't want to be home right now. It was all too much of a reminder of Marissa, of how things should have been. Everything was changed now. ( Newport just didn't feel like home anymore. )

Summer's Fourth of July was spent with her Newport friends on the beach watching fireworks and hanging out. A year ago, she wouldn't have even noticed Seth Cohen. This year, she was hanging out with him and Ryan and Marissa. And she actually had a good time. She was also glad to see Marissa and Ryan over the whole on again off again thing as that ( Read more... )

Summer was taking a break. Sort of. Matthew was napping at the moment and Devon was with her daddy, who she seemed rather attached to.

That left Marissa, who was sitting on the floor, petting Pancakes.

( Cut for length and season three spoilers... )

Summer couldn't cook, but the kids should really eat something. So she did what she knows best. She picked up the phone and ordered Chinese. Then she set up a small picnic for herself, Devon, and Marissa while Matthew was off visiting his Uncle Wyatt ( Read more... )

Summer was in a very strange mood. She was feeling kind of depressed for what seemed like no reason at all. At the moment, she had her laptop open in front of her. She missed her friends back home. Emailing them seemed like a good idea.

( Dear Seth )