A/N: Before I even start this story, I have to let you know I am not consistent. Don't let that turn you off, I've been told I'm an excellent writer. I do get bored easily, though. So that's why my other story, Wait for Me and I'll Come Running Back to You is on hold right now. So here's my new one.

Before I even start this story, I have to let you know I am not consistent. Don't let that turn you off, I've been told I'm an excellent writer. I do get bored easily, though. So that's why my other story, is on hold right now. So here's my new one.

Sunsets and Car Crashes

"Aim, Snap, Fall"

I think I've found my new addiction tonight
The phone call
Left me paralyzed from the waist down
The pureness of it all

Living the life of a middle-class 22 year old in New York City wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Each day was an adventure. You barely made it to your office building without being hit by at least 3 taxis. Summer Roberts loved it, however. Her heels clicked and clacked on the marble floor as she entered 611 5th Avenue, her life since about a year ago.

She had inquired an internship after she had spent 2 years in design school with DKNY. Eventually, she would leave there, pursuing her fashion career with her best friend, Marissa Cooper.

"Hi, Joseph," Summer chirped, smiling sweetly at the security guard as she entered the doors, and made her way to the elevator to the 2nd floor. Inside, she met her co-worker, Marcy.

"Hello," the woman muttered coldly.

"Morning, Marcy," Summer responded back.

Summer stepped out of the elevator, cutting Marcy off sharply.

"Hi, Megan," Summer smiled.

"Summer! What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? I'm here every day, Megan."

"I called you this morning. Told you not to come in until 12."

"Oh, didn't get the message. Is there something going on?"

"No, not at all," Megan answered nervously, looking over at the fitting rooms.

Summer followed the path of Megan's eyes, and looking over at Kelly, frantically running around. Kelly walked over to Summer.

"Summer, take a break. I know you just got here, but go to the food court, finish your coffee."

Summer raised an eyebrow.

"See, we overbooked the schedule. If we have too many people working like we do now, Beth gets angry."

Summer couldn't see how there were too many people working. It looked as if there were only four employees inside the store. Summer opened her mouth to argue, but Kelly gave her a pleading look.

"Oh, all right. I'll be back in 45 minutes."

"Thanks, you're a doll."

An annoyed Summer walked out of the store, knowing she was in the dark about something.

Kelly, relieved that she had gotten rid of Summer so fast, walked back over to the fitting room, and politely knocked on the door. "Mr. Cohen? You can come out now."

Seth stepped out in a very flattering suit. "Thank you," he said, looking at her gratefully. He looked at the doors longingly, and then turned to face the three-way mirror. "How does it look?"

"Absolutely wonderful."

"Good. I'll take it."

Kelly sighed. "She still thinks about you, you know."

Seth looked up suddenly from his wallet, which he had been trying to get his credit card out of for a good 2 minutes. "What?"

"Summer. Sometimes, we go on coffee breaks, and she'll see your name or face somewhere, and she stops breathing for a second."

Seth shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about. The chapter of me and Summer ended a long time ago."

"I'm just saying."

"You're wrong," he said firmly, grabbing his merchandise, thanking her with a head nod, then walking out the door.

Summer took one last sip of coffee before throwing it in the trash and proceeded to read US Weekly; her bible. She looked out of the corner of her eye and thought she saw a familiar, tall, lanky figure walking out of Saks, but decided it couldn't be Seth Cohen. Seth Cohen wouldn't dare come in here, and he wouldn't dare carry a DKNY bag out of Saks.

She curiously walked back to her place of work, making eye contact with Kelly as she walked in. She walked around to the cashier's desk, and breathed it in. That smell. His smell. Was it weird that she could still smell him. It lingered everywhere she went. That smell that once had come off of him and onto her when they were making out in the back seat of his parents' Range Rover. She'd go home smelling like him, and then she'd wear her shirt to bed, so her sheets could be doused in Seth Cohenness.

It was also the same smell that he gave off when they made love, and the scent in his sweat would seep into hers, and sometimes, she could smell like him for days.

"He was here, wasn't he?"

Kelly slowly nodded her head. "I'm sorry, Summer. He needed a new suit for a party, he called before, and specifically asked for this store, but for you to be removed for a while. At least he was considerate."

"Considerate? Considerate! You call asking me to be removed from my job considerate?"

"Let me ask you something, Summer. Would you rather have been here?"

"Of course not, but that's beside the point."

"No, it's not. Let's just get to work and forget this ever happened."

Summer tried to follow her normal routine as much as possible, but she found that the smell that was all too familiar gave her a headache.

Summer was on the verge of tears when Megan, the shift manager, walked over to her. "Go home, sweetie. You need some extra rest."

Summer nodded and thanked her. She grabbed her coat, and took a taxi back to the apartment that she shared with Marissa.

She stormed into the apartment, singing to herself, relieved that she got off work so early, but soon stopped when she found Marissa sitting on the couch, nearly in tears. Her cell phone was pressed against her face.

"Yeah, Sandy, I understand. She just walked in the door. You want to tell her? Okay."

Marissa handed the phone to Summer, who gave her a scared look. Marissa just remained there, waiting for the fall.

"Sandy? What's going on? .. Oh. Thanks for calling. Of course. Okay. Um, bye."

Summer closed the phone, and collapsed on the floor next to Marissa, sobbing uncontrollably. They laid there, Marissa holding her, until Summer gained composure and then stood up. "I should pack."

Marissa sighed and nodded. "Newport, here we go again."

A/N: Review. Tell me what you think.