Title: The Best Part of Lunch
Rating: G-highly sappy. You have been warned. lol
Summary: Summer has a weird encounter that brings back memories. Seth/Summer-ish Second person POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, because if I did... Well, let's just say there would be a lot more nakedness!
Notes: This is admittedly one of the sappiest things I've done, but every now and then I must embrace the closet sap monger in me. This started out as a series
of drabbles and it's kinda a short vignette now.
The Best Part of Lunch
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The best part of lunch used to be the note your mother snuck into your bag. The one that was dotted with hearts over i's and signed with x's and o's. At the
time, you thought it was stupid. You were embarrassed and threw them away. Pretending they didn't matter, but you couldn't erase how they made you feel.
Loved.
How were you to know there would be a day when you would be pining for them? How were you to know that your Mommy was going to die?
How were you to know it would be the last time you felt loved?
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Seventh grade, a few months after your Mom passed on, your Dad found a new wife. A younger, flighty woman, who you always suspected he'd had all
along...even while your Mommy lay dying in a hospital bed and you began to fade into the sterile whiteness by her side.
You asked your step-mom to make up a lunch for you once and she laughed. She sent you away with a twenty and a pat on the head. You cried.
Your father told you to buck up and stop being spoiled. He wasn't going to raise a brat.
You didn't cry anymore after that. Not a drop.
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When you set your tray down and turned away, you didn't know that Seth Cohen would make the best part of lunch come to life again.
He couldn't have known.
So when you found his cheesy poem and sloppy writing under your mineral water, you cried for the first time since that day in grade seven. Little x's and o's
under his name and so many memories hit you.
You don't know who was more shocked when you kissed him, but it was worth it. He tasted like pastrami and five-alive...a strange combination.
Even stranger? You liked it.
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end.