{Love Song For No One}
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} Brief Intro to this Story: If you have read Merry Christmas, this will make sense to you. If not, go read Merry Christmas beforehand. Anyway. . . It's two years since Merry Christmas. Charlotte is now five, and remember how Summer was preggers, well she had a baby boy, Dylan who is now 2. They live in that house in Boston, and Seth has his job with Rachel. Rachel and Jimmy live in Boston as well, together. Kirsten and Sandy still live in the OC, as well as Marissa and Ryan. Marissa and Ryan will make an appearance, but that's where the drama will ensue, as promised. This chapter is just a way of setting things up.. pure fluff. The good stuff happens when Ryan and Marissa come in. Hope you all like it! Review as always!!
{Chapter 1: Morning Breath Kisses}
Summer sighed deeply with extreme happiness as she watched the tide roll in, the waves crashing against the shores. Oh, how she had missed the California beach! She lifted her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the bright rays of the Cali sun. She looked out in front of her, her tan, curves sparkling underneath the sun light as a young, hot Italian boy served her some fancy drink, which she chugged instantly. Oh, this was the life.
No work, no house to clean.
No freakin' Seth Cohen to bicker with.
Summer smiled to herself as she closed her eyes again, escaping the warm bask of the sunshine.
She could hear the seagulls squawking. Who would have guessed that she would miss that annoying sound they make?
She could hear the waves crashing, the tune of a pop song being blasted out of a boombox, people laughing, kids splashing around in water, Seth snoring. . .
Wait, what?
Summer groaned loudly as she opened her eyes again to see Seth drooling by her side.
It was a dream.
Again.
'God, why do you torture me?' Summer thought as she glanced at her alarm clock on the beside table. It glared back at her, flashing 5:55. She didn't have to get her ass up for another five minutes. She adjusted her pillow underneath her head and turned to face Seth, who's eyes blinked open slowly.
"Hey." He whispered, inching closer to her face.
"Morning breath." She whispered back, reminding him to keep his distance.
She was so not a morning person. He learned that lesson well, so cracked a smile and made sure his mouth wasn't near her sensitive nostrils.
She rolled her eyes at him playfully and lifted his head to hers, kissing him gently and pulling back with slight remorse.
"Morning breath?" He asked, laughing.
Summer nodded, spitting into the air.
Seth yawned, stretching his arms upward and glacing at the clock.
"I'll go brush my teeth and then," He kissed her forehead gently.
"Then I'll consider making out with you." Summer finished for him, before abruptly turning back towards her alarm clock, ready to shut it off when it would burst out ringing at 6 on the dot.
Seth grinned at his wife, before falling out of their bed towards the bathroom.
Summer closed her eyes. She had two minutes before the day actually would begin and she wouldn't waste a second of rest.
She smiled slightly, feeling a glow take over her face.
She had that dream every night, of being back in California, by herself, without him.
It was more of a nightmare, really.
She loved Seth Cohen. . .
She'd take his morning breath kisses over the beach, any day.
Summer could feel herself drifting off to sleep slowly, but groaned as the alarm rang.
She lifted her hand, smacking the snooze button, but completely missed and the alarm rang on, persistently.
"Ok, Ok." She groaned as she sat up, pulling down on her tank top, which had ruffled up while she was sleeping, "I'm up. You win." She said aloud to the alarm clock as she pressed the 'off' button.
"Talking to the alarm clock again?" Seth said, toothbrush in hand.
Summer turned to face him, not letting go of their fluffy white comforter.
She couldn't help but crack a smile in his direction; he looked just too cute in his novelty tee and flannel pj pants.
He leaned against the doorway between their bedroom and bathroom as he brushed his teeth, just gazing at her.
"The alarm clock doesn't talk back to me." Summer said, pulling in her legs to her chest as she yawned.
"What's the fun in that?" Seth said, before turning around and spitting into the sink.
Summer let out a teenage giggle as he finished up and came over to her, smelling minty fresh.
"Now," Seth climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.
The mint aftertaste from the toothpaste sent shivers down her spine and she sulked down to meet his lips and kissed him firmly.
"Better?" Seth asked.
"Much." Summer smiled as they continued kissing.
"Mommy!" A young girl's voice called from down the hallway.
Summer groaned as their lips parted, looking at Seth with sympathy.
"Daddy!" A boy's shrill voice rang out as well.
"Why did we have kids again?" Summer asked as they both darted upwards, towards the proper bedrooms.
"So that we could be born again virgins and have no sex life." Seth muttered, smiling at Summer as she ran to Charlotte's bedroom and he walked into their son's.
"Oh, that's right!" Summer called out, running back towards him and kissing him gently. "Tonight. . ." She moaned.
Seth grinned as the kids called again for their parents. "Definitely."
Summer grinned at Seth before running back towards Charlotte's room.
She couldn't wait till her mother-in-law would arrive and watch the kids.
Parents had urges too!
Summer muttered an 'ew' at that thought, as she smiled at Charlotte, who was jumping up and down in front of her.
"Mommy, Mommy!" Charlotte said over and over again.
Her five year old was more hyper then any other kid she knew, Summer thought.
"Yes, sweetie?" Summer asked as she walked over to Charlotte's closet, pulling out a pretty pink dress for her daughter to wear to kindergarten today.
Charlotte walked along with her mother, casually throwing a dirty look at the outfit picked out for her, which Summer ignored, before jumping up and down again, panting, "Today. Grandma Kirsten. Is. Coming." She said these words between jumps, which only gave Summer a headache as she changed her daughter into the dress she had thrown onto the bed.
"I can dress myself!" Charlotte screamed, shoving her arms into the dress.
Summer sighed, "I'm going to go see how Daddy is doing with Dylan." Summer smiled at her daughter, who struggled with the dress and walked into her son's bedroom, letting out a slight laugh at Seth's flustered face.
"Mommy!" Dylan splurged out, as he wobbled over to his mother, clutching her legs.
"Morning Dylan. What's wrong?" She asked Seth as she picked Dylan up into her arms.
"I think I'm going to check on Charlie." Seth said casually before running out of the room.
Summer rolled her eyes down at Dylan, who rolled his eyes, mimicking his mother. "Why is your daddy so weird?" She asked her son, before placing him back in his bed.
"Mommy, where do babies come from?"
Summer's smile became flustered, and now she understood why Seth was acting so strange.
"Um," Summer smiled. "Why don't you ask Grandma Kirsten tonight? She knows a lot more about babies then I do!" Summer persisted, ignoring her two year old's glares, and started pulling out clothes to dress him up in.
Summer left Dylan, playing with some hot wheels cars on his bed and went over to Charlotte's bedroom, where Seth was brushing her hair, even though she was swatting his hands away.
"Let me do that." Summer insisted and Seth dropped the brush in her hands with a thankful heave.
"So what did you tell Dylan?" Seth asked timidly.
"I told him to ask your mother."
"You're so smart." Seth said, kissing her forehead as she stood up, finishing Charlotte's hair. "Ok, breakfast?"
Charlotte nodded as she walked past her parents and into Dylan's bedroom, grabbing her brother's arm, and instructing him to go downstairs towards the kitchen.
"Just in case I forget to tell you later, I love you." Seth whispered in Summer's ear as she walked towards the staircase, in pursuit of her children before they made a mess.
"Dork." Summer called to Seth, who had walked off to their bedroom to get dressed for work, grinning at her words.
See, in Summer's world, 'dork' meant 'I love you too'.
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} Brief Intro to this Story: If you have read Merry Christmas, this will make sense to you. If not, go read Merry Christmas beforehand. Anyway. . . It's two years since Merry Christmas. Charlotte is now five, and remember how Summer was preggers, well she had a baby boy, Dylan who is now 2. They live in that house in Boston, and Seth has his job with Rachel. Rachel and Jimmy live in Boston as well, together. Kirsten and Sandy still live in the OC, as well as Marissa and Ryan. Marissa and Ryan will make an appearance, but that's where the drama will ensue, as promised. This chapter is just a way of setting things up.. pure fluff. The good stuff happens when Ryan and Marissa come in. Hope you all like it! Review as always!!
{Chapter 1: Morning Breath Kisses}
Summer sighed deeply with extreme happiness as she watched the tide roll in, the waves crashing against the shores. Oh, how she had missed the California beach! She lifted her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the bright rays of the Cali sun. She looked out in front of her, her tan, curves sparkling underneath the sun light as a young, hot Italian boy served her some fancy drink, which she chugged instantly. Oh, this was the life.
No work, no house to clean.
No freakin' Seth Cohen to bicker with.
Summer smiled to herself as she closed her eyes again, escaping the warm bask of the sunshine.
She could hear the seagulls squawking. Who would have guessed that she would miss that annoying sound they make?
She could hear the waves crashing, the tune of a pop song being blasted out of a boombox, people laughing, kids splashing around in water, Seth snoring. . .
Wait, what?
Summer groaned loudly as she opened her eyes again to see Seth drooling by her side.
It was a dream.
Again.
'God, why do you torture me?' Summer thought as she glanced at her alarm clock on the beside table. It glared back at her, flashing 5:55. She didn't have to get her ass up for another five minutes. She adjusted her pillow underneath her head and turned to face Seth, who's eyes blinked open slowly.
"Hey." He whispered, inching closer to her face.
"Morning breath." She whispered back, reminding him to keep his distance.
She was so not a morning person. He learned that lesson well, so cracked a smile and made sure his mouth wasn't near her sensitive nostrils.
She rolled her eyes at him playfully and lifted his head to hers, kissing him gently and pulling back with slight remorse.
"Morning breath?" He asked, laughing.
Summer nodded, spitting into the air.
Seth yawned, stretching his arms upward and glacing at the clock.
"I'll go brush my teeth and then," He kissed her forehead gently.
"Then I'll consider making out with you." Summer finished for him, before abruptly turning back towards her alarm clock, ready to shut it off when it would burst out ringing at 6 on the dot.
Seth grinned at his wife, before falling out of their bed towards the bathroom.
Summer closed her eyes. She had two minutes before the day actually would begin and she wouldn't waste a second of rest.
She smiled slightly, feeling a glow take over her face.
She had that dream every night, of being back in California, by herself, without him.
It was more of a nightmare, really.
She loved Seth Cohen. . .
She'd take his morning breath kisses over the beach, any day.
Summer could feel herself drifting off to sleep slowly, but groaned as the alarm rang.
She lifted her hand, smacking the snooze button, but completely missed and the alarm rang on, persistently.
"Ok, Ok." She groaned as she sat up, pulling down on her tank top, which had ruffled up while she was sleeping, "I'm up. You win." She said aloud to the alarm clock as she pressed the 'off' button.
"Talking to the alarm clock again?" Seth said, toothbrush in hand.
Summer turned to face him, not letting go of their fluffy white comforter.
She couldn't help but crack a smile in his direction; he looked just too cute in his novelty tee and flannel pj pants.
He leaned against the doorway between their bedroom and bathroom as he brushed his teeth, just gazing at her.
"The alarm clock doesn't talk back to me." Summer said, pulling in her legs to her chest as she yawned.
"What's the fun in that?" Seth said, before turning around and spitting into the sink.
Summer let out a teenage giggle as he finished up and came over to her, smelling minty fresh.
"Now," Seth climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.
The mint aftertaste from the toothpaste sent shivers down her spine and she sulked down to meet his lips and kissed him firmly.
"Better?" Seth asked.
"Much." Summer smiled as they continued kissing.
"Mommy!" A young girl's voice called from down the hallway.
Summer groaned as their lips parted, looking at Seth with sympathy.
"Daddy!" A boy's shrill voice rang out as well.
"Why did we have kids again?" Summer asked as they both darted upwards, towards the proper bedrooms.
"So that we could be born again virgins and have no sex life." Seth muttered, smiling at Summer as she ran to Charlotte's bedroom and he walked into their son's.
"Oh, that's right!" Summer called out, running back towards him and kissing him gently. "Tonight. . ." She moaned.
Seth grinned as the kids called again for their parents. "Definitely."
Summer grinned at Seth before running back towards Charlotte's room.
She couldn't wait till her mother-in-law would arrive and watch the kids.
Parents had urges too!
Summer muttered an 'ew' at that thought, as she smiled at Charlotte, who was jumping up and down in front of her.
"Mommy, Mommy!" Charlotte said over and over again.
Her five year old was more hyper then any other kid she knew, Summer thought.
"Yes, sweetie?" Summer asked as she walked over to Charlotte's closet, pulling out a pretty pink dress for her daughter to wear to kindergarten today.
Charlotte walked along with her mother, casually throwing a dirty look at the outfit picked out for her, which Summer ignored, before jumping up and down again, panting, "Today. Grandma Kirsten. Is. Coming." She said these words between jumps, which only gave Summer a headache as she changed her daughter into the dress she had thrown onto the bed.
"I can dress myself!" Charlotte screamed, shoving her arms into the dress.
Summer sighed, "I'm going to go see how Daddy is doing with Dylan." Summer smiled at her daughter, who struggled with the dress and walked into her son's bedroom, letting out a slight laugh at Seth's flustered face.
"Mommy!" Dylan splurged out, as he wobbled over to his mother, clutching her legs.
"Morning Dylan. What's wrong?" She asked Seth as she picked Dylan up into her arms.
"I think I'm going to check on Charlie." Seth said casually before running out of the room.
Summer rolled her eyes down at Dylan, who rolled his eyes, mimicking his mother. "Why is your daddy so weird?" She asked her son, before placing him back in his bed.
"Mommy, where do babies come from?"
Summer's smile became flustered, and now she understood why Seth was acting so strange.
"Um," Summer smiled. "Why don't you ask Grandma Kirsten tonight? She knows a lot more about babies then I do!" Summer persisted, ignoring her two year old's glares, and started pulling out clothes to dress him up in.
Summer left Dylan, playing with some hot wheels cars on his bed and went over to Charlotte's bedroom, where Seth was brushing her hair, even though she was swatting his hands away.
"Let me do that." Summer insisted and Seth dropped the brush in her hands with a thankful heave.
"So what did you tell Dylan?" Seth asked timidly.
"I told him to ask your mother."
"You're so smart." Seth said, kissing her forehead as she stood up, finishing Charlotte's hair. "Ok, breakfast?"
Charlotte nodded as she walked past her parents and into Dylan's bedroom, grabbing her brother's arm, and instructing him to go downstairs towards the kitchen.
"Just in case I forget to tell you later, I love you." Seth whispered in Summer's ear as she walked towards the staircase, in pursuit of her children before they made a mess.
"Dork." Summer called to Seth, who had walked off to their bedroom to get dressed for work, grinning at her words.
See, in Summer's world, 'dork' meant 'I love you too'.
