Hey! So this is my first O.C. fanfic (check out my Everwood ones if you're a fan!) …I guess the idea just came from me wondering what ever happened to Anna because they haven't mentioned her since she left Newport! What's weird is that I never really cared for Anna and here I am writing a story about her. Anyways, this is the letter to Seth, next chapter will be Summer, then Ryan. Enjoy! Reviews are always appreciated!

Don't own any O.C. characters, the quote Anna uses is from "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday.

This is not, I repeat, this is NOT supposed to be the letter Anna gave Seth the day she left Newport. She is sending these letters from Pittsburg.

Dear Seth,

It's Anna. Remember me? Come on, of course you do. I was your first real girlfriend, the chick you dated before Summer. Blonde hair, liked emo, comic books, and you. Vaguely, you say? Well that's always been good enough for me.

I could pretend you care and tell you how I've been doing in Pittsburg. I've missed you calls, right? Letters were lost in the mail? Don't patronize me, please. I'd rather just try to gain closure through this pathetic attempt at talking to you.

I admire what you did at the airport the day I left Newport. And by 'admire' I mean 'hate'. You just couldn't let me leave, you simply couldn't let your guilty conscience nag at you for the following weeks. Not that it would have--I would bet my entire comic book collection that you haven't thought twice about me. But it's all about you, making sure you don't feel guilty.

Seth, where would you be without me? Probably alone in your room, on your bed, listening to Death Cab on a Saturday night. Confused? Don't be. May I remind you of a little something I like to call "the time I helped you make Summer jealous enough to admit her feelings for you"? No, I'm not talking about what came to be known as "the plan". Face it---our whole relationship was part of "the plan". And it worked, didn't it? You're welcome. Good. Great.

I was always second best in your mind. It's not the first time I've been runner-up. I've accepted it, embraced it even, no big deal. I'm fine. You did me a favor, Seth. I didn't belong there. So…thanks, I suppose. Tell Captain Oats I miss him.

"And all I need to know is that I'm something you'll be missing. Maybe I should hate you for this, never really did ever quite get that far."

With love,

Anna