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The Summer/Seth Convo
"Would you stop hogging all the blankets!?"
"Look who's talking! Move over."
"That better be the remote."
"Oh...my bad. Wait, you didn't think-"
"Just stop right there."
"Stopping. Seriously though, do you think you could give me some more room."
"You have an entire half to yourself."
"Says the person taking up a quarter of my space. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Get real, Cohen."
"I'm just saying. You're not exactly in need of all that space and yet, here you are, invading my portion of this big and oh-so-comfortable mattress."
"You're delusional."
"Am I?"
"That's the only explanation. Give me your pillow."
"No. You have two of your own."
"I need another one. I always sleep with three."
"Too bad, sweet pea."
"Seth."
"Aww, sorry princess, but you won't be getting your way tonight. Don't even try to use that sexy-pout thing on me either. Besides I can barely see you."
"That hasn't stopped you from looking down my nightgown for the last ten minutes."
"I resent that."
"Whatev. Now give me your pillow."
"Not gunna happen, Summer."
"I always get my way. Trust me, if I wanted that pillow bad enough, it would be mine."
"Uh-huh."
"Don't believe me?"
"It's not that I don't believe you--I mean, I'm sure you've wrangled your fair share of pillows--it's just that I think I've developed an immunity to your wily charms on the ride up here."
"Right. Cohen, I could snap your willpower with barely any effort."
"See, it's just that type of overconfidence that repels me back further over onto my side of the bed."
"No, actually that would be because you're sproutin' some wood."
"Actually, that's the remote again."
"Oh."
"What is up with you and your obsession with that part of my anatomy?"
"Obsession? Hardly."
"We've established this already, the only thing hard is the remote."
"Gross. You're such a perv."
"I'm the perv? I'm not the one groping your ass."
"That's your butt? Ugh, I thought it was another pillow."
"Sure."
"I did."
"Okay, I believe you, only pillows are generally not firm...and yet with a slightly appealing give, if I do say so myself."
"Eww. More like bony."
"So you did know you were squeezing my butt."
"No."
"Liar."
"Shut up."
"I would, but I'm afraid you'll think I'm asleep and then do naughty things to my body."
"You wish."
"I do, actually."
"Seth!"
"Just bein' honest."
"I really hope Chino and Coop are asleep, the last thing I need is for this little conversation we're having to be spread around."
"I'm sure worse things have been spread by you. And what's with you and your nicknames? It's like everyone you've ever met has to have a nickname. Coop, Chino, and who could forget the one you gave me: rabbit's foot. Really?"
"It was better than pervert, which is what I will now refer to you as."
"Doesn't bother me."
"Figures."
"As long as it reminds you of me...and my remote."
"Seth!"
"Here, take the pillow."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Night, Summer."
"Night, perv."
"Uh...that's still my butt."
"I know."
Written by Heath07
Seth ducked under the bright flags that lined the door, allowing Summer to enter first, and stepped into the terra-cotta coloured room.
He did a one-eighty turn as his eyes devoured shelf after shelf of packaged prescription drugs. It was a junkie's paradise.
Seth's hands went to his head as he looked on in disbelief. "There are a sublime amount of pharmaceuticals here."
Summer clicked her tongue. "It's a pharmacy."
"Yeah...I get that. How convenient," he said, picking up a bottle and reading the side. "Come here and load up on Prozac and Viagra and then go next door and have little fruity drinks with tiny pink umbrellas and thin straws. I'm sure that all mixes well. Huh, what a place."
Summer rolled her eyes. She grabbed a bottle from the wall with familiarity and placed it on the counter. "I swear if my step-mom ever came here, she'd set up house and never leave."
"That...sucks. It must be rough having to live with that," he said, delicately.
"Please, Cohen, let's not get all after school special here." Summer--not the most patient of people--rung the bell for a clerk.
Seth scratched behind his ear. He chewed the inside of his cheek and sought out the right words to say. "No, I'm just saying-"
Summer spun around so she faced him. "Did you know you talked in your sleep?"
That caught him off-guard. "No...I didn't, actually. Why? What did I say?"
Her brow quirked upward. "You really want to know?"
He nodded, then put up his hand when a wicked grin appeared on her face. "On second thought, no. No, I don't want to know and you should just forget it too."
"Trust me, they are not words I want to repeat." She laughed.
"So, I was thinking-"
"That's never a good sign," Summer joked.
"Ha, yeah, that was almost funny." Seth stepped in front of her so she couldn't escape. "That was a rather random thing to say...you know, the talking in my sleep thing? You wouldn't happen to be trying to deflect attention away from the subject of your stepmother would you?"
"Where the hell is the damn clerk!?" Summer demanded, slamming her hand down on the bell repeatedly until all the noise it could make was a slight ping. Taking her hand from the metal bell, she eyed Seth with guilt.
Seth stared at her wide-eyed. "Whoa. What the hell was that?"
Summer actually had the decency to blush. "Would you believe another rage blackout? Sorry."
Seth touched her shoulder. "Summer."
"I don't want to talk about it, Cohen," she snapped.
"Fine, I won't force it. I guess a drug warehouse isn't exactly the best place to have a serious conversation anyway, one wrong word and you might feed me Valium or...I don't know Rohynol and leave me here, defenceless...with a bunch of rough-looking Mexicans to do to me what they like." Seth shook the images from his head. "I'm just saying...I'm here for you, you know--when or if--you ever want to talk about...things."
Summer crossed her arms under her breasts, defiantly. "Didn't you need antihistamines?"
"Yeah. I...better get those." He sighed. Seth moved to get something for his allergies on another shelf against the opposite wall.
"Seth." Summer grabbed his forearm and he turned to face her.
"Hmm?"
Standing on her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms around Seth and gave him a hug. "Thanks."
Stunned, it took him a moment to react and then he brought his hands to her back and held her. He leaned down and smelled her hair, feeling content. Just as he was feeling they had really made a connection, Summer pulled out of the embrace. Seth cleared his throat. "No..yeah. No problem."
The clerk strolled in from the back room and made his way to the counter, checking out Summer's assets much to Seth's disdain. "Finally! You know the service in this place sucks. Vamanos," she urged, pulling out her wallet. "Oh and Seth?"
"Yeah?"
Her hands came to rest on her hips as she waited for the cashier to bag her purchase and hand her the change. "There will be no magic happening anytime soon."
"How did you-"
"You talk in your sleep, remember?"
Seth bowed his head and then nodded vigorously. "Ahh, Gotcha. Well, on the bright side, at least you admit that it was magic."
Summer rolled her eyes. He could tell she was fighting a smile. "Go get your antihistamine, Cohen."
"Will do, Houdini."
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| Benjamin McKenzie ... Ryan Atwood (The O.C.) |
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| Adam Brody ... Seth Cohen (The O.C.) |
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| Samaire Armstrong ... Anna Stern |
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| Kelly Rowan ... Kirsten Cohen (The O.C.) |
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| Mischa Barton ... Marissa Cooper (The O.C.) |
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The (Denyed) Kiss
Seth Cohen finished washing his face, looking around the dingy, badly lit bathroom. Classy place, he laughed to himself. He, Ryan, Marissa, and Summer had decided to take a little road trip before school officially started. It had actually been very fun thus far, despite the longing glances between Ryan and Marissa. Those got a little old. Seth hated when people weren't honest about how they felt. He smiled to himself. He had always made it perfectly clear how he felt about Summer- it was her feelings that were the problem. But she had solemnly sworn to Marissa to put aside her constant hostility this week, and Seth suddenly realized how much fun they could have when she wasn't constantly berating him. Not that that wasn't a little fun as well. But this was much better.
Suddenly, Seth was snapped out of his reverie when the ajar door to the bathroom swung open.
"Oh, sorry-" Summer went to close the door again.
"It's all right, I just needed to brush my teeth. There's two sinks." Seth shrugged, getting out his toothbrush.
Summer opened the door again, smiling slightly at him. Seth suddenly realized he was in nothing but boxers.
"I didn't think anyone was still awake." Seth flushed slightly, looking down at his clothes, or lack thereof.
"It's fine. You've seen me shirtless enough, it's my turn." Summer smiled teasingly, getting out her toothbrush from a lacy zipper bag.
"True." Seth grinned back, feeling his heart beat a little faster as she stood closer to him to turn on the water to her sink.
They brushed in silence for a moment. After Summer finished, she primly wiped her mouth with a towel, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and looking somewhat thoughtful. Seth spit out his toothpaste, wiped his mouth as well and looked at her questioningly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Summer shook her head.
"Well, you're very morose expression says otherwise."
Summer sighed with exasperation.
"Geez, Cohen, why don't you just tie me down and shine a light in my eyes? It's none of your business if something's wrong."
Seth rolled his eyes.
Summer sighed, her face softening slightly.
"I was just thinkingyou're not like how I thought you'd be."
"Me?" Seth looked shock that he was the cause of her morose-ness.
"Yes."
"How'd you think I would be?"
"A total loser."
"Ouch."
"But that's what I'm saying- you're not. I've had a really good time with you this week, Seth." Summer sat on the counter as Seth leaned against the sink next to her.
"Me too. With you, I mean." Seth stuttered slightly, wondering if he was just imagining this entire conversation.
"We should really hang out more often." Summer said, grinning at Seth.
"Oh, come on, Summer. You know as soon as we get back from this road trip, you'll ignore me again whenever your friends are around. And I'm not really into being "secret friends." Seth said somewhat sardonically.
"I don't ignore you."
"Yes, you do. You probably didn't even know my name until this road trip, and you only came because Marissa made you." Seth pointed out.
"I know it now." Summer counter-pointed out.
"Well, I guess that's something." Seth rolled his eyes.
There was a long silence.
"Seth, I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you." Summer finally said.
"You mean that?" Seth turned to look at her.
"Yes."
"Really?" Seth raised his eyebrows.
Summer took a deep breath instead of replying, slowly leaning towards him. Seth felt his pulse thud wildly in his throat. This wasn't really happening. Summer was not really about to kiss him.
Her lips softly met his, and as soon as they did, Seth responded, deciding this was not a chance he was going to pass up. He kissed her back hard, his hands in her dark hair. Her mouth opened under his, her hands sliding up his back. It was a very long, passionate kiss once it got started, and once it ended, they were both a little shocked.
Summer pulled back first, looking at Seth with wide, surprised eyes. She blinked, her surprise fading slightly, and her usual smug expression back on her face.
"Now do you believe me?" She said in a slightly breathless tone.
"I-I" Seth just stood there stammering for a moment.
"Good night, Seth Cohen." Summer slid off the corner, smiling back at him as she left the bathroom.
~*~
Seth woke up the next morning, seriously wondering if he had just dreamed the whole thing. He looked around his room, and saw Ryan sleeping soundly next to him. Summer and Marissa were in the adjoining room.
"Ryanwake up." Seth shook his shoulders, receiving a sleepy grunt in reply.
Finally, Ryan rolled over, blinking sleepily.
"What?" He asked groggily.
"It's almost 8:00. We gotta get going, check-out time is 9:00." Seth told him, getting dressed.
"All right, all right." Ryan rolled out of bed, starting to get dressed as well.
Seth sat down on the bed, dying to tell Ryan what had happened last night. But he figured he should talk to Summer first.
"Hey, Ryan,I'm going to go make sure the girls are up." Seth said suddenly, heading for the other room.
He knocked.
"Who is it?" He heard Marissa's voice.
"Room service." He said in a horrible French accent.
Suddenly the door opened to reveal Summer standing there in jeans and a pink tank top.
"Can we talk?" He asked quietly.
Summer sighed.
"Coop, Seth and I are going to goumget some sodas for the trip."
"All right." Marissa looked at Summer with a curious expression.
~*~
Summer closed the door quickly behind her, setting off down the hallway at a very fast pace. She slammed to a halt a few doors down, Seth almost running into her.
"What?" She demanded.
"Excuse me?" Seth looked confused.
"You said you wanted to talk, TALK." Summer crossed her arms, her cheeks slightly pink.
"Are you okay, Summer?"
"I'm fine, Seth, you're the one who apparently has the problem. Go ahead, illuminate me." She said somewhat sarcastically.
"O-kay, well, I wanted to talk about what happened last night." Seth said slowly.
"Last night?" Summer shrugged.
"Well, yeah." Seth turned slightly red.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, when wekissed."
Summer did a very good job of acting nonchalant.
"Oh, that." She waved her hand dismissively.
"Yes, that." Seth's eyes narrowed slightly. That was not a kiss you could just dismiss that easily.
"What about it?"
"Well, what was going on there?" Seth looked down at her.
"You tell me, Geek Boy. You kissed me."
"No, I didn't!" Seth said, shocked at how quickly she could lie about things.
"Yesyou did." She said patronizingly.
"Uh, no I didn't, but regardless, it was umquite a kiss. And I was just wondering what you want to do now."
"I don't want to DO anything. It was just something that happened, Seth. It didn't mean anything." Summer rolled her eyes.
Seth groaned with exasperation.
"Fine, you want to pretend like nothing happened, fine. You really are a bitch, Summer." Seth shook his head.
"Yeah, well, you're a freak. I don't know what I was thinking last night. Thinking about kissing you again makes me want to puke." Summer said angrily, suddenly aware of how close she and Seth were standing.
"Same here." Seth shot back.
They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. At the exact moment, they stepped towards each other, their lips crushing together with an almost bruising intensity. A few minutes later, Summer broke away from him again, breathing heavily.
"We tell NO ONE about this. Not Ryan. Not Marissa. NO ONE." She said, and then turned on her heel and disappeared back into her room, leaving a very stunned and confused Seth behind.
Written by FluerHartz
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