24 Gifts Of 2007 - Moving Day
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missmara13This one was originally the third chapter of a longer, angstier, fic that went AU during season 3 while Seth was experimenting with drugs. So there's several little AU points to it, and some angsty stuff is mentioned, but... I think it's a nice little hopeful thing... lol
Summer groaned as she tried to juggle three large boxes and her keys to unlock the door of her new apartment. She had gotten the apartment with almost a month to spare before classes started at UCLA, so she could be settled in by the time she had to worry about studying, but unfortunately her dad had decided to let his new fiancee and her daughters move into the Roberts Mansion early too, so Summer was in a hurry to get moved into her own place and away from the Cooper women. Just as she started to loose her grip on the boxes, someone grabbed them. She turned to yell at whoever it was not to touch her stuff, then grinned. "Chino!"
Ryan returned the smile. "Hey, Summer," he replied, shifting his grip on the boxes in favor of his bad shoulder. "What are the odds we'd both get apartments in the same building?"
"You live here too?" Summer asked as she unlocked the door and ushered Ryan inside, gesturing for him to set the boxes down next to the couch. "That's great!"
"Get this, Luke is back, he's gonna be at UCLA with us, so him and me decided to split an apartment," Ryan said. "Figured that way I can make sure he doesn't die from alcohol poisoning and he can make sure I do more than just study."
"I'll help out on both counts," Summer said. "Because I know how bad both of you can get."
Ryan laughed. "Wait until Luke finds out," he said. "He's gonna start worrying you'll... you'll cramp his style."
"What?" Summer asked, laughing.
"He said that's why he had no problem sharing an apartment with me, but refused to live in the dorms. The rules there would cramp his style."
"Remind me to smack him," Summer said.
"Will do," Ryan agreed.
They were quiet for a moment, as Summer pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and handed one to Ryan. "So... how's Cohen?"
"At NYU," Ryan said. "The Nana was pissed when Sandy told her about the pot smoking, so I think she'll get him to quit."
"Good," Summer said. "For you and the Cohens' sakes."
"He really blew it with you, huh?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, he did. But it's not like I don't want him to get clean. I just..."
"I know," Ryan said. "I haven't really spoken to him in weeks. Not since the accident, really."
"I can't believe he kept smoking after that," Summer said. "He could have killed you."
"Let's..."
"Talk about something else? Good idea," Summer said. "Is Luke at you guys' place?"
"Yeah."
"You think I could get the help of two big strong men to carry the rest of my stuff from my car?" Summer asked.
Ryan nodded and stood. "Sure, Summer. I'll go get him, meet you downstairs."
"I'm parked right out front," Summer replied.
The End
Summer groaned as she tried to juggle three large boxes and her keys to unlock the door of her new apartment. She had gotten the apartment with almost a month to spare before classes started at UCLA, so she could be settled in by the time she had to worry about studying, but unfortunately her dad had decided to let his new fiancee and her daughters move into the Roberts Mansion early too, so Summer was in a hurry to get moved into her own place and away from the Cooper women. Just as she started to loose her grip on the boxes, someone grabbed them. She turned to yell at whoever it was not to touch her stuff, then grinned. "Chino!"
Ryan returned the smile. "Hey, Summer," he replied, shifting his grip on the boxes in favor of his bad shoulder. "What are the odds we'd both get apartments in the same building?"
"You live here too?" Summer asked as she unlocked the door and ushered Ryan inside, gesturing for him to set the boxes down next to the couch. "That's great!"
"Get this, Luke is back, he's gonna be at UCLA with us, so him and me decided to split an apartment," Ryan said. "Figured that way I can make sure he doesn't die from alcohol poisoning and he can make sure I do more than just study."
"I'll help out on both counts," Summer said. "Because I know how bad both of you can get."
Ryan laughed. "Wait until Luke finds out," he said. "He's gonna start worrying you'll... you'll cramp his style."
"What?" Summer asked, laughing.
"He said that's why he had no problem sharing an apartment with me, but refused to live in the dorms. The rules there would cramp his style."
"Remind me to smack him," Summer said.
"Will do," Ryan agreed.
They were quiet for a moment, as Summer pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and handed one to Ryan. "So... how's Cohen?"
"At NYU," Ryan said. "The Nana was pissed when Sandy told her about the pot smoking, so I think she'll get him to quit."
"Good," Summer said. "For you and the Cohens' sakes."
"He really blew it with you, huh?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, he did. But it's not like I don't want him to get clean. I just..."
"I know," Ryan said. "I haven't really spoken to him in weeks. Not since the accident, really."
"I can't believe he kept smoking after that," Summer said. "He could have killed you."
"Let's..."
"Talk about something else? Good idea," Summer said. "Is Luke at you guys' place?"
"Yeah."
"You think I could get the help of two big strong men to carry the rest of my stuff from my car?" Summer asked.
Ryan nodded and stood. "Sure, Summer. I'll go get him, meet you downstairs."
"I'm parked right out front," Summer replied.
The End
