"Summer's Choice"

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That night, Summer met up with Krystal & Nat & she wanted to badly to tell them about her discovery in Jay's iPad. She held her tongue about the topic all throughout dinner. She didn't know how to tell her friends about this battle in her mind. Maybe she should just keep it all to herself & deal with it alone. But her friends noticed that she wasn't acting like herself at all. After dinner, Krystal rushed her girls as she herded them all upstairs. While Krystal was putting her girls down for bed Nat got the wine glasses & drinks out & Summer cleared the kitchen & cleaned up. Nat was eyeing Summer & noticed she was out of sorts.

Nat: Babe, the placemats go in the first drawer from the left.
Summer: Oh, I knew that... I must've forgotten.
Nat: Hey, are you alright? You seemed quiet at dinner.
Summer: I don't know. I must be tired or something.
Nat: Still on Hawaiian time?
Summer: Must be it...

Summer didn't make eye contact with Nat as she spoke to him. It was odd that Summer forgot where the placemats were kept & it was odd that she wasn't her usual talkative self. Krystal walked back in almost tiptoeing to keep the noise down. She let out a sigh as she plopped herself down on the couch.

Krystal: They're finally all asleep. The good thing about being on Hawaiian time is they go down early. The bad thing is, they wake up earlier. Anyways, this mama needs some wine.
Nat: It's wine time...

Summer helped Nat bring the wine to where Krystal was seated.

Krystal: Summer, everything ok?
Summer: Why are you both asking if I'm ok?
Krystal: You're pregnant aren't you?
Nat: Wait, is that why you've been acting weird?

Nat made some inappropriate joke about Jay & Summer getting it on all day everyday while they were in Hawaii & Krystal chimed in. Although Summer laughed along with them, she couldn't help but start to cry.

Nat: Oh hey, what's wrong? It was a joke, babe...
Krystal: Baby, what's wrong?

Krystal slapped Nat for his joke.

Nat: What? Sorry, Sum...
Summer: It's ok. It's not about you guys said. And... I'm not pregnant. It's something else.
Krystal: You know you can tell us anything, right?

Summer struggled through her words & stammered while she explained to Nat & Krystal about what she saw in Jay's iPad. Summer paused as she completely broke down in tears. Nat reflows Summer's wine glass & put his arm around Summer. Krystal handed Summer a box of tissues & comforted her as well. After Summer regained some sort of composure, she dug into her tote bag & fished for Jay's iPad. She took it out & as she spoke navigated to the messages app to show Nat & Krystal. Nat & Krystal looked at the messages. Nat held his hand up to his mouth. Krystal was shaking her head.

Nat: Babe, I'm sorry.
Krystal: Have you talked to Jay about this? I'm sure there's a good reason for it. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding, you know?
Nat: K, I don't think so. This is as clear as day...
Krystal: Summer, you have to call Jay.
Summer: I know...
Krystal: Call him now.
Summer: Wait... K, maybe you're right. Maybe this is all just a misunderstanding.
Nat: I wouldn't handle this so calmly as you are...
Summer: I've already had my freak outs throughout the day.
Krystal: So are you gonna call him?
Nat: Yeah, ask him who this ho is?
Summer: Let's not jump to conclusions. I have to remind myself of this. Jay loves me & I love him & I need to be giving him the benefit of a doubt. I'm not going to call him just yet.
Nat: So what are you going to do?
Summer: I need to give it time & calm down. My grandma has wisdom about these types of things. So I'm gonna call her. In the meanwhile, can we just have some girl time. I'm sorry I really didn't mean to upset you guys.
Krystal: As long as this is what you want...
Summer: It is. Let's just enjoy the evening.

Nat & Krystal did as Summer requested, but they couldn't shake it off their minds. And if Summer was being honest with herself, she couldn't shake it off either.

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