A/N: Sorry! I know it's been a few days and I apologize! I've been working like crazy and I haven't really gotten a chance to sit down and write. In case anyone was curious, there is no Theresa. Just thought I would throw that in there :) Anyways, thank you for the wonderful, great reviews! Like I said, they make a writer happy!
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"I'm headin down the Atlanta highway, looking for the love get-away, headed for the love get-away," Summer sang as she danced around her room, picking out clothes to take to Mammoth.
"Love shack baby! Love shack! Baby love shack!"
Seth smiled when he entered her room, having heard her loud music all the way downstairs. She was swaying her hips to the fast beat as she folded clothes and put them in her bag.
"The love shack is a little old place where we can get together. Love shack baby. Love shack, that's where it's at!" She sang, and Seth laughed.
"I'm guessing you like the B-52's," he yelled over the music, and Summer turned around. "You scared the shit out of me!" she said, her hand going over her heart.
"Sorry," he said, walking towards her. He kissed her cheek as she continued singing.
"You almost ready to go?" he asked, glancing at her 3 bags.
"I think so," she said, zipping up her Louis Vuitton duffel bag. "Is it already time to go?" she asked, walking to her mirror and examining her appearance. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Yeah, Ryan and Marissa are downstairs," he said, grabbing her bags. Summer grabbed her iPod off of her iHome and got her iTrip out of a drawer. "Shot gun!"
"Don't worry, Ryan and Marissa are already macking in the back seat."
Summer grimaced. "Ugh, that's a site I don't want to see."
"Yeah," Seth agreed. "I hope our room isn't on the same side of the cabin as theirs. Otherwise we need to make a stop for earplugs."
Summer giggled. "That's sick," she said, her heels echoing in the large house as they traveled down the stairs.
"Mammoth here we come!"
"Okay, Summer, your choice in music sucks!"
Summer gasped. "Do not knock Vanilla Ice!"
Seth narrowed his eyes. "Summer, this song came out in like 1990!"
Summer shrugged. "So what! Love Shack came out, in, like 1989! And that's a great song!"
Ryan poked his head in between the two. "Can't we listen to modern music?"
Seth looked at Summer pointedly. "Yes Summer, can't we listen to music from this time era?"
Summer rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said, pouting. "What would everyone else like to listen to?"
"Death Cab."
"Jimmy Eat World."
"Britney Spears."
Marissa, Seth and Ryan looked at each other, having said their choice of music simultaneously. Summer scrolled down her iPod playlists. "Can we all agree on Jimmy Eat World?"
They all nodded. "Okay," Summer said, selecting one of his songs.
"Finally we all agreed on something," Seth said, and Summer nodded. "Seriously, it takes us forever to make decisions! Are we almost there?"
Marissa poked her head between the two front seats. "I have to pee."
"Yeah, and I'm kind of hungry," Ryan said.
Summer wrinkled up her forehead. "How can you be hungry? Didn't you eat breakfast?" she asked.
Ryan narrowed his eyes. "Yes I did Summer, but that was at 8 o'clock, and we left at 10. And that was two hours ago."
"We should be there in a few more hours. Can't you hold off hunger until then?" Seth asked only to be answered by a whimpering Marissa. "I still have to pee!" She whined.
Seth rolled his eyes. "Fine, I see a McDonalds up here. We'll eat and pee there," he said, obviously annoyed.
Once they arrived, Summer and Marissa went straight to the restroom while Ryan and Seth got in line to order.
Summer leaned against the bathroom wall waiting for Marissa. A woman was changing her baby's diaper at the changing table. Summer's heart ached. It was a little boy. Would their baby have been a boy or a girl?
"Hey Coop, I'm gonna go outside with the guys," she said before fleeing from the bathroom. A little girl rushed past her, donned in a pink sundress and curly blond hair. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. What was happening to her? Now she couldn't even see a baby without freaking out.
"Hey," Seth said walking towards her. "Are you ok? You're kind of pale."
Summer nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I might just be hungrier than I thought," she said, and Seth held up the bag of food. "I got you chicken nuggets," he said, and she smiled.
Marissa joined them and they were on the road again, eating and chatting.
Summer sighed. Maybe everything would be okay. The nurse did say that many women have depression issues after abortions, but this didn't seem like depression. She was just thinking about babies. That's all.
She was fine. She had to be fine.
"This cabin is amazing!" Summer shrieked, bouncing up and down excitedly. "I'm so excited that we get to be here by ourselves for a week without parents."
Ryan smiled as he carried his and Marissa's bags upstairs. Summer had to carry hers and Seth's.
Marissa bounced up the stairs behind Ryan. "Um, we're gonna unpack and stuff," she told Summer, and she grimaced. "Ugh, okay, just say you guys are going to go fool around."
Marissa laughed before closing the door to her and Ryan's room. Summer sighed and walked down the hallway to hers and Seth's. He was hanging his shirts up in the closet.
"Hey," he said. "Your suitcase is over there," he said pointing to it.
Summer closed the door behind her. "Ryan and Coop are going at it so we're on our own for awhile," she said, and he looked at her disgusted. "Did you have to share that information?" he asked, and she giggled.
"Maybe since Ryan is getting some action I should too," he said, walking towards her, wiggling his eyebrows.
Summer froze. She did promise him sex in Mammoth, and made him hold out until now, but she honestly didn't know if she could. It felt wrong.
"Maybe later Cohen," she said, darting away from his arms.
Seth gave her a quizzical stare. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been acting weird for a few days," he said, and she narrowed her eyes.
"What, because I don't want to have sex something is wrong with me? Is that all you want from me?" she yelled, flinging her suitcase onto the bed and unzipping it in a hurry.
"Cohen, just because we haven't had sex in a few days doesn't mean you're like, entitled to it!" she said harshly, flinging clothes out of her bag.
Seth stood there in shock. Rage blackouts, right. "What is wrong with you?" he asked, and Summer huffed.
"Nothing!" she screamed, sitting down on the side of the bed.
Her breathing was heavy and rapid.
Summer dropped her face into her hands. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn't she have sex with her wonderful boyfriend? Why did she freak out when she saw a baby? This was so not supposed to be like this. She was supposed to have the abortion and move on and be happy.
She felt the bed shift as Seth sat down and his hand massaged lightly at her back, hesitation in his touch.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, too embarrassed to move her hands and make eye contact with him. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just haven't been feeling myself."
Seth pulled at her hands and lifted her chin up so that she was staring him in the eyes. "It's ok, Sum. I don't expect sex from you at all. I hope you know that. I would never pressure you into it..." he explained, and Summer bit her lip.
"I know you wouldn't," she said. They sat in silence for minutes, Seth holding her hands in his.
Finally Summer said, "I don't know how I feel."
And for the first time since the abortion she was telling him the truth.
-Kind of a filler chapter and it's not very long. I just wanted to get them to Mammoth and introduce some new things Summer is going through right now. The next chapter will be longer and have more going on. Like I said earlier, I've had to work a lot the past few days and haven't really had time to write an in-depth chapter. Hope this one will hold you over until I get the next one up--hopefully by Tuesday! Thanks a million for the reviews! You guys are FANTASTIC!
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