Disclaimer: I have nothing related to The O.C. Which is a pity.

A/N: Oh-kayyy so my graceful comeback to this site was quite unsuccessful. Who cares? lol. So many things have changed since I left his site back in '05—there were no RyanTaylor fics (an obvious reason loll), Kandy fics were minor, and dark fics were in fashion (haha). I was quite surprised when I came back to Fluff's in fashion, eh? lol. Not many people supporting Ryan and Marissa...lol. But I guess it's inevitable.

Here's a one-shot for Sethummer (Summereth w/e lol) fans.

1999

Okay, so, like, who the hell is that geek staring at me from across the room? Well, not staring actually, more like gazing. As if he's looking at a giant parfait. Drooling. Like, EW. Seriously, I'm an inch away from throwing up.
Doesn't he know the rules of socialism or what? Geeks aren't supposed to look at me like that. Only cute boys who are actually able to date me.
What was his name again...wasn't it something like Seth Cohen? I can't believe I even remember his damn name, it must be a miracle, or I must be losing my mind.
Wait. Isn't he that guy who's been having a major crush for me for like, forever? Well then of course I remember his name. It's just his name, goddammit. And thanks to him I haven't been concentrating on class at all, I can feel his stare burning a hole into the side of my head. I've gotta do something.
So I glare at him. Oh-kay, he just looked away looking quite flustered, and he's fidgeting. Oh great. That better be the end.
I can't believe I attract so many guys... I must be a boy magnet or something.

A 12 year old Summer Roberts rolled her eyes dramatically and resumed looking at the blackboard, sort-of listening to the teacher's gabbling. A moment later she felt Seth Cohen's stare again, but she was too tired to be pissed off anymore. David Roger's party held the night before had exhausted her. Last night she had seen it all. She had seen her boyfriend kissing a girl from her clique.
She cursed under her breath and tried to concentrate on the graph and the explanation written on the board, but her mind seemed to wonder away somewhere else. She usually didn't care about class at all. But today, everything was different. She'd play last night's scene over and over again and she'd feel her eyes water with tears. She needed to concentrate on something other than the party and the fact that her boyfriend had cheated on her.
So maybe Seth Cohen was helping her out.

She exhaled deeply to calm herself.

Meanwhile, a very mesmerised Seth Cohen—aka The Geek, or The Loner, if not The Nobody—was staring at a very annoyed Summer Roberts. Watching. Gazing. However you say it.

And he wondered.

Wow...she's so beautiful. Just look at those deep brown eyes, those full lips, the lustrous brunette hair... I mean, seriously. How many times during your lifetime will you find a beauty like that. See? It's more of a statement more than a question. And even if it was a question it'll be a rhetorical one.
The amazing thing about Summer is that she is always pretty. Even when she was saying "Eww!", or even when she was pissed off. Actually, I saw her today during lunchtime, her eyes were watery. I heard she was cheated on by her boyfriend, you know, at David Roger's party. Nothing ever good happens there anyway.
I wish I could go out with her and make her realise that I wasn't all that a nobody. I wish I could have just one chance. I wonder why I'm a 'Nobody' anyway. Am I that bad?

And even if I am a nobody, I was still allowed to think about her, look at her and fantasize about her, right? So, that's what I'll do. I'll do that. No one's able to look into my brain anyway, well if there was a psychic in this school it'll be a completely different story...
Okay so I've never talked to her. But I had a crush on her since fifth grade. And I've remembered everything she ever did, at least at school, 'cause you know, if I knew what she did at home, it'll make me a stalker. And I'm not a stalker, I'm completely fine and healthy. I'm just undeniably in love with Summer Roberts.

I even remember the words to her poem. "I Wish I Was A Mermaid". I wish I was a mermaid and was friends with all the fish...

He wished. And wondered, and rambled on to himself. He knew it was just impossible to date Summer Roberts let alone actually talk to her. He was an outsider after all—he didn't have that many friends, he was constantly being ignored by his crush, and some didn't even know his name.

The minutes passed by. Summer tried to concentrate on something else but couldn't, and found herself on the verge of tears; Seth continued on gazing at Summer like an idiot (others thought he was just gazing into space, but wondered why he was slightly drooling). The ring of the bell woke Seth up from his fantasies, and gave Summer a perfect chance to rush over to the girls' bathroom.

But of course, she couldn't. She bumped into the one and only Seth Cohen, who had been in her way. They looked at each other for a slight moment.

Oh god! I've bumped into Summer! What should I do? Look away? Or talk?!

He wrung his hands nervously. "Hey Summer..."

Summer sighed and rolled her eyes.

Perfect, just what I need. A geek's rant.

"You looked really sad today...I mean, well I wasn't you know, staring at you the whole time during lunch, I just kinda saw you all teary, well anyway, you alright?" he said nervously in one single breath.

I can't believe I'm talking to her! Where's all this courage from? Dude, this is such a miracle!

Summer was slightly surprised. No one had asked her why she was sad today, and even if he was a geek, Seth's words moved her a little.

Seth could have sworn he saw her smile. Not a big one, but a small smirk.

"Yeah, whatever."

She swiftly strode past him and hurried along the corridor to her boyfriend.

I've made up my mind.
I am so going to dump him. He's not worth all this.

Seth was delirious. He had been so close to Summer at that moment.

God, I can't believe it...wow... Is this a dream?

He pinched himself.

Ow...

Little did he know that in four years time, Summer Roberts was going to be undeniably in love with him.

"Cohen, you are being an imbecile!"

"Yeah I know Summer, an adorable imbecile."

Summer rolled her eyes.

"We have undeniable chemistry."

A/N: Tell me if you hated it, tell me if you liked it. A writer is nothing without his or her readers, and a writer won't become any better without critics. You will never know what a review means to me.

Review, or I'll track you down...

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P.S. Thank you to SketchyCord for pointing out the embarrassing mistakes.