I Love You...This Much
[Just a quick one shot I thought of. I know it's not great, but reviews are welcome. I might even do a companion piece about the boys if people want. I don't own the OC, I only own some DVDs.
"Hey Coop, can you come over, like stat?" Summer asked her best friend, as she choked on her tears. She tried not to let her tears splatter all over her phone, with no luck.
"Yeah, definitely, just a minute," Marissa answered into the phone. "I'll be there...right now...quickly, Sum." And then Marissa hung up. She weaved through the halls of Caleb's mansion and ran out the door. It was July 3rd, 2004. And Marissa's best friend had been crying over Seth Cohen for a month or so now.
"Summer! Summer...where are you?" Marissa yelled as she walked into the house.
"I'm up h-here!" Summer called back. She rolled over onto her pillow and continued sobbing freely.
"Oh honey...I'm so sorry," Marissa said to her friend as she tenderly stroked her back.
"I m-miss Cohen...and all I can do is keep reading his god damn note," Summer whined.
"Have you spoken to him today," Marissa asked quietly.
"Oh...um...no...I wanted to hear his voice, though, so I listened to the message...and he said he loves me. But if he loves me, why isn't he here?" Summer sobbed incessantly.
"He'll come back to you Summer. He does love you," Marissa said.
"He just loves R-ryan more," Summer mumbled into her friends shoulder. Marissa stiffened, and a tear traveled down her cheek.
"They're best friends," Marissa said slowly. It was like the mere mention of Ryan's name made her unable to process new thoughts.
"I'm sorry for mentioning him." Summer told her friend sincerely.
"It's ok. You didn't mean to," Marissa reasoned. She didn't want her friend to feel any worse.
"Marissa, I want you to read his note," Summer said slowly. She was the only person in the world who she would ever allow to read that note. It was her most prized possession, not because she liked what it had to say, but because he had given it to her. And that made it something of great value in Summer's eyes.
Dearest Summer,
I love you. And even though I'm leaving now, I want you to know that it doesn't mean I don't love you, because I do. And when I look at the night sky, I'll think of you. And I don't expect you to think of me, and I don't even know if I want you to. But I want you to know that I will always think of you, because I can't help it. And I'm glad that the months that we shared belong to you and to me, and no one else. And if you want to wait for me, then you can, but if you don't, I'll understand that to. Because you're the most beautiful memory I can ask for, and no matter how much you may grow to hate me, I will always love you.
–Seth Cohen
"Coop, god...I mean, look at what he wrote. I've never felt this way before," Summer cried, clutching her heart. "My chest...burns," she said. "What does it mean?"
"Sum, I think you know what it means," Marissa said.
"I l-love him. I love Seth Cohen. I love him!" Summer began sobbing again promptly. She fell backwards onto her pillows.
"I love Ryan Atwood," Marissa sighed as she fell back next to Summer.
"I hate them both," Summer muttered.
"I hate them too," Marissa agreed.
Summer turned to face her best friend, her one true confidante. "I want him. I want his curly hair, and his Penguin polos...and his scuffed up Converse. I want him so badly, and I can't have him," Summer whispered to Marissa.
"I miss Ryan so much. I miss his wife beaters, and his wrist cuffs, and the way he used to whisper 'Marissa,' in my ear every night when we went to sleep together," Marissa whispered in anguish.
"I love him, and he'll never know."
"I miss him...but he'll never come back. He'll stay in Chino forever."
"I dressed up as Wonder Woman."
"I made out with him on a ferris wheel."
"I lost my virginity to him."
"Omigod? Really?!" Marissa inquired in surprise.
"Yeah. Not that it really matters now," Summer sighed.
"Bastard," Marissa seethed.
"I wanted to loose mine to him, but he made out with Caleb's girlfriend instead..." Marissa muttered.
"Woah!" Summer cried.
"Yup. Not that it really matters now," Marissa mumbled.
"Son of a bitch," Summer grimaced.
"I hate Cohen. But I hate myself more, because I would take him back right now if I could," Summer grumbled in annoyance.
"Same," Marissa sighed.
"I don't even need a coffee cart to say it on. I just love him...that much," Summer groaned.