Dead Love
A few paragraphs into it you'll find out whose who. I'll tell you at the end who the pairings will be, but be warned now! I have a philosophy on flames, they help you not. You can critizice me, ridicule me, make fun, laugh, and do what you may, but that'll only prove my power. If this story has angered you enough to be rude, then I will continue, and reign over you. I am not forcing you to read this, nor am I posting it just to ruin your fantasies. This is my favorite couple, and this is *my* story. Your flames are yours, and yours alone. Ps. I don't own the O.C. characters. Sadly, I don't own much. T_T
She stared at him, with more longing then a baby staring at it's mother. She sighed as she wished it was his arms slithered around her waist, holding her in the most loving position. She turned her head back to her locker, where she moved her hand to grab her book, the book she didn't need and was only grabbing at so she wouldn't have to see him bend down and kiss her. Even at this distance the loud giggling noise the girl gave off made the world seem to crumble. It was loud, high pitched, and she pitied the boy that was kissing her listening closely to it. No one else seemed to mind or care…. But she did. She cared that Seth was kissing her. She cared that Seth loved that girl, and not herself. She slammed her locker, looked around to make sure no one heard it, ran off to class.
No tears, ok? Don't cry… You pulled through this long you can continue… She tried to convince herself that that kiss was nothing. There was no feeling behind it and it was a normal kiss. It was nothing.
She sighed.
Who am I kidding? He loves her. He wants her. When he holds her I can feel his stress leaving him. How? Because he shows it in his face. His smile isn't forced and everything about him is better…After… I… Me… He…. She sighed again. She'd leave, when she was 18. She'd leave and live far away. Far… Far… away……………. But just how far would she have to go before she'd leave her feelings behind? How far would it take for her to not feel anything anymore, especially not for him.
WHY THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH!?
-5 years later-
She lived away from Orange County now, somewhere where the weather changed with the seasons, and were there was no one with the name Seth, or no one she knew at least. She had moved a lot, to stay away from that name and those feelings. She had to keep moving, keep running away. From what? Her fears? Him? Love?..... She never married, but she knew they must have. When she left she had over heard them talking about it. Talking about their wonderful wedding they would have, and the many bountiful children to follow. Everything would be perfect for them and soulfully them. They didn't know (or probably care) that as their perfect life was forming, her life was falling apart. Crumbling to the very core, if there even was one left now. If there was, she knew it was black and as hard as a rock. She knew there was nothing in thee, and nothing would become of it. Nothing at all….. it couldn't be mended. It was like Humpty Dumpty, Seth had pushed her off the wall, and no man alive could fix what he had broken.
"ANNA!" a voice yelled, and she turned around from her seat. The desk that was just seconds before in front of her had pictures of the new comic they were creating. The new villain was on them, written in many different fonts. Some crossed out in anger, others written with a shaky hand.
Her co-worker who wrote most of the storylines for the comic "Dead Love", was standing in a sexy pose, delibaretly.
"Don't you just LOVE this outfit?" He asked in his girly voice, turning around in a few circles. She laughed and clapped.
"Of course, John." She said as he finished his circle smiling still. It was a well known fact that John was one of the few nicest, overly hapy people in the world. And one of the few Gay men. Anna loved him for it, though. He helped her through her problems with Seth, and although she wasn't over him, John understood her. John was always there for her, and she knew she could count on him.
"How are the drawings coming, darling?" He asked as he walked over and peered at them. He smiled delightfully.
"Summer, hmm?" He asked as he read the villains name. "21 years old, married to…oh Anna. You have to get over Seth. Doing this will-"
"So do you like her then? She looks like the real girl…." Anna said, looking down at the drawing, but it seemed like she was seeing right through it in a daydreaming way. John sighed, and nodded, departing to make sure the other workers were finishing their job.
"Anna…Seth is gone. Out of your life. But not your mind or heart, how come? Oh Anna.." A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another and another.
Why am I crying? He's happy, isn't he? Why can't I be happy? Why is it I keep thinking about him? He's not dead… why am I crying? Why am I weeping? I could visit him… but.. Ring ring. Ring ring. Her head shot up and looked at her fruitfully colored phone. She sighed, pondering over him was useless. She picked it up, put her hand over the mouth part, cleared her throat and put the phone to ear.
"Erm, hello?" She asked, clearing her throat once again. Her fathers voice clearly came over the reicever.
"Hi, honey. It's been awhile since I've talked to you and I was wondering if you wanted to come down here to the O.C. and visit your mother and I?" He seemed happy. He didn't know her pain or anguish. He didn't know that her heart was missing, she couldn't tell him. He wouldn't understand.
"Um… dad… I'm kind of busy." She said, flipping through her papers for no reason. She had completed all her work, her life devoted to the comic. Her dad sighed.
"I will not take a no. I mailed up some plane tickets, for a flight to and from Orange County. I expect you to be here within a week or so. Ok? Good, bye dear I love you." And he hung up the phone, not allowing even a breath from Anna. Why couldn't they go back to Pittsburg/ She liked it there. He didn't live there, and neither did Summer.
When did life become so complicated?
When you met him. That's when.