Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C., it's names, characters or any thing else.

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know I have another story to be updating, but this kinda popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. Not my fault. I don't plan for it to be too long though. 5 or 6 chapters maybe? And I'm not totally sure where it's gonna go. We'll see. Anyways, R&R and enjoy!

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CHAPTER ONE

"I told you you'd regret it, didn't I?" The smug tone dripped with delight. "You tried to take my glory, but I'm the one, the only one who will ever do it."

"You tried to tame the beast and it at you alive and spat you out without a second thought."

"I warned you and you ignored it. Now look at you, shamefaced, hurt and alone." It just wouldn't stop and leave her alone.

Marissa couldn't get the voice out of her head. She'd sat on her bed, hours after the words were spoken to her, and still they persisted. Taunting her with their truthfulness.

She didn't understand how a mere 24 hours ago she'd felt like she was on top of the world and had everything going for her. Now she was like one throbbing, raw nerve and everything hurt. Without a clue on how she was going to get over this and move on she moved under the bed covers and closed her eyes. Paying attention to the nothingness in view behind her lids and trying to completely forget everything that'd happen today she hoped it was enough to shut her brain down. Slowly but surely she felt her body relax and it wasn't long before she was drifting off into sleep.

Not half an hour later sharp knock on her door pulled her out of what she was sure was the start of a nightmare. When the knock came again she burrowed further down into her pillows and internally debated whether she should even let her unwanted visitor know she was in the room. As her luck, her only apparent luck of day, would have it the door was locked so whoever it was couldn't just barge in if they so decided. No, she'd leave whoever it was to themselves and hopefully they'd somehow give her the same courtesy. Two minutes later her hopes were thoroughly shattered as the knock had not only continued, but had gotten more insistent. She throws a pillow over her face and lets out a loud scream before marching over to the door and yanking it open.

"What?!"

Summer rears back at the sudden appearance of her best friend.

"Hi..."

Marissa sighs heavily. "I know why you're here and really, I'd rather just be left alone."

"I understand that and I just want to speak to you a moment and I'll leave you in peace. Promise."

Marissa reluctantly moves back to the bed and Summer takes a seat next to her.

"Please don't say "I told you so"." She quietly begs.

"No, honey, I'm not here for that."

"Good." The taller girl stares blankly at her hands. "I can't believe I was humiliated in front of the entire school."

Summer runs a comforting hand up and down her back. "It sucks that you had to go through that. Through any of it."

Marissa lays her head down on her friend's shoulder and finally lets the tears that have been building up from the morning run free. The only sound that filled the room was her sniffles and the occasional whimper. The intensity of her cry tired her out far sooner than she would have guessed and when Summer feels her breath start to deepen and even out she moves her back to the head of the bed and tucks her in.

"I feel like such a fool."

"I know."

"Thank you for not saying you were sorry or asking if I was okay."

"Of course."

"I love you, you know?"

"I do. And I love you too. That's why we're spending the entire weekend in L.A. hitting all the shops, maybe catch a couple of concerts or something."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Marissa gives a genuine half smile.

"Mhmm. I figured we can leave tomorrow since it's Friday. Already reserved a hotel room and everything."

"Okay."

"Get some rest." She kisses Marissa's forehead and jumps from the bed. "I'll pick you up in the afternoon, okay?"

Marissa nods and snuggles into her comforter.

Yes, she was still hurt and she wasn't sure if she'd be getting over it any time soon, but now she had a whole new appreciation for her best friend. It was in times of personal crisis when you learned who your real friends are and just how much they care for you. Summer had more than proven herself.