Summer Roberts

After a long day of classes, one in which she had a test, Summer didn't feel like doing anything that required much thinking. Which is why, at the moment, she was sitting on the couch with her laptop watching the latest guilty pleasure she downloaded when she visited Newport a few weeks ago. It was the one about the girls who lied all the time and were being stalked by a letter through text messaging. Or something. She didn't much care. It was a good excuse to shut her brain off for an hour. She had lost interest in Rumor Gal awhile ago. This was a suitable replacement.

She did find it slightly disturbing that one of the mothers on the show reminded her of Chris's mom. That was scary. Still, she would watch intently while eating ice cream. A perfect combination.

Today was Summer's birthday. Moving in yesterday handwavily with Chris in a future San Francisco was one of the best decisions she ever made. She couldn't think of a better present.

She also couldn't help but think about how old she would actually be in this future. It kind of made her head hurt.

[open to any of the manor residents or phone calls and such]