For Summer

[pocketfullowit]

By Seth's guestimation (God help him if he ever said that word out loud), he'd been on the island for roughly a month. This was more than enough time to become adjusted to island life and to become acquainted with island natives. There was no sipping piña coladas under the sun, but the clothing box was giving him these awesome Hawaiian shirts.

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[queensparkle]

Summer had been calm in recent weeks. She had Seth (even though he wasn't quite her Seth) and she had Marissa (who she hoped would never realize why she was no longer in Summer's life) and not much else mattered. Pollution on the island was non existent, the clothes box was starting to be nicer and Summer missed life back home less and less.

She was laying out in her latest bikini (white with orange poka dots) when she heard Seth and she sat up grinning from ear to ear.

"That's the jukebox song!" She'd started to consider it her own personal theme song, always playing whenever she entered the room.

[pocketfullowit]

Summer. In a bikini. This was something Seth should have been used to by now, but every time it happened, he stared like a fifth grader "reading" Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Issue. If there was a centerfold of Summer, he'd steal all the magazines from people and lock them up.

As soon as he was able to collect his thoughts back into the correct brain, he smiled and joined his appropriately-named Summer. "I'm starting to think it doesn't play anything else," he commented. Not, by the way, not staring down. Much.

[queensparkle]

"I've heard it play other stuff, and I think it totally plays things for particular people. And since we're from California it totally makes sense that it's playing a song about California. I wonder if Atwood gets a Chino song, are there Chino songs?" She grinned at him, all the while desperately trying to ignore the missing years in their relationship.

"So, do you love the island or what?" Aside from the lack of video games, Summer figured that Seth should be in heaven.

[pocketfullowit]

Seth had still been contemplating this Chino song thing, and was about to point out that people from Chino didn't talk much, so you couldn't expect them to sing. Summer, it seemed, was more scatterbrained with that. That was so cute.

"Do I love the island?" he said, considering this question very seriously. He shrugged up one shoulder. "It's another island. Like home, but without my parents and Luke." And where Summer was something Seth hadn't quite put his finger on yet. Not in the literal sense, of course. Well, that, too, but that wasn't the point either.