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[pocketfullowit]

Things, used such as the universal word for whatever was going on in one's life at any given point, were okay. Okay was good. Somewhat boring, but it was better than bad. In a way, Seth resented this place for bringing characters to life. It ruined his perspective on the universe as a whole. When you read something, you become engrossed with a

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[queensparkle]

Summer noticed him before he noticed her and with a twinkle in her eye Summer crept over. She was happy herself, with Taylor back she felt a bit like old Summer. Well, the new Summer that she hadn't been in almost a year. Was that new Summer or old Summer? She shook her head, brushing the thoughts away as Seth pursed his lips, still unaware of her.

Throwing her arms around him, Summer kissed his neck smiling sweetly. "Hey Cohen."

[pocketfullowit]

He felt a little foolish that he hadn't heard her come in, but anything else was melted away with the warm press of lips to his neck. Trying to piece together everything that had happened was like piecing together an impossible puzzle where the corners wouldn't fit, so Seth didn't try.

"Hey," he said, blinking as his arm curled around her waist. Tom Sawyer closed with a soft thump of heavy book pages. "Hey, Summer," he repeated. "You're awfully happy. Did Pancakes learn a new trick?" What if she'd done something to her hair? Then she'd make him guess and he wasn't any good at that.

[queensparkle]

"No!" Summer punched him lightly on the arm, as usual unaware that her boyfriend was a wuss. "But wouldn't it be awesome if she did? But even better, a friend from home is totally here!"

Summer ran her fingers absently through his curls as she spoke, her face lighting up at the mention of a friend.

[pocketfullowit]

"Ow." She may have been small, but Summer Roberts packed a wallop. Seth rubbed his arm up and down. "You're so aggressive." This was no rage black out, and if it was then Seth was in trouble because that would mean she also suffered from giddy black outs.

"Uh, okay," he said, a little confused. Then, of course, he started to become a little apprehensive. Later, he'd blame his father's side of the family for that particular trait. "Is this friend of the male or female persuasion?"