Cleaning out the Past
Disclaimer- totally not mine, I'm too poor to own something as great as the O.C.
Rating- pg-13 for language mostly
A/N- this has been swimming around in the little swimming pool of ideas in my head; it's sorta corny and lame but whatevs, read review and all that other crapJ
It was just another day in Newport. The schools were just letting out for the weekend. Summer Roberts walked across the green lawn in front of the school on her way to Marissa's car.
She would probably have to wait for her friend anyway so she took her time, smile plastered to her face as some seniors walked by.
Before she reached Marissa's car though she spotted Seth Cohen and Anna Stern sitting at a picnic table feeding each other strawberries.
"Ew" she whispered under her breath as she approached the couple. Even though she'd told them she really didn't give a rats ass if they were together or not, it hurt her to see them together.
"Hi friends!" Summer sang out plopping down on the bench between the two.
"Hello Summer…" Anna replied standing up brushing her black capris off. Seth was packing up their food and putting the plastic containers back in his shoulder bag.
"And how are my two friends today?" Summer questioned as if talking to a four-year-old.
"Were fine Su-" Seth was cut off by the ringing of Summer's phone. "Hold that thought… Hello?" She spoke holding her silver phone to her ear.
"Umm… this is Summer, who's this?" She replied to the voice on the other end.
"M-m-my mom?"
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"DAD!" Summer screamed as she entered the mansion she lived in. She heard footsteps on the stairs, so she waited arms crosses across her chest for her father to enter the room.
"What is it pumpkin?" Mr. Roberts asked, obviously out of breath.
"Did you know my mother died?" Summer was awfully blunt, showing no emotion on her face as she spoke to her dad.
"Well princess, yes I did, I got the call earlier today, did you get the message?" He said, not making eye contact with his daughter, a little bit of sorrow in his voice.
"Who the hell do they think they are asking me to clean out her apartment, I barely know her!" Summer tapped her foot impatiently. "So do I have to go to the funeral?" she inquired.
"Well… I won't be able to attend, and it would mean a lot to your mother if you did" he whispered.
"What the hell are you talking about, mom's dead she doesn't care if I'm there or not!" Summer yelled dropping her bag on the polished hard wood floor. Her father cringed as the wait hit the ground, rattling the table behind it.
"Honey, someone needs to clean out her apartment, and you are her daughter, the least you can do is attend the funeral." Summer stuck out her lower lip, hoping she could get her way.
"Anyway, your mother was living in Anaheim, so you can go to Disneyland" Mr. Roberts bribed.
"Fine, I'll go." Summer reluctantly agreed and stomped upstairs.
Even though she appeared to have been bitter about attending her mother's funeral, her heart ached. She hadn't seen her mother since she was eight years old, and now she was dead. Somehow she didn't understand that she could have just died like that.
The next morning Summer's dad left for a business trip in Boston, leaving Summer to find a way to get to Anaheim.
She waited until ten o'clock before she packed her small duffel bag and headed out the door.
-Ding, Dong- Summer sat waiting outside the big oak doors of the Cohen's house.
Sandy Cohen came to the door in sweat pants and a college T-shirt. "Summer, what are you doing here?" He asked a little confused to see the teen standing on his doorstep.
"Hi Mr. Cohen, nice shirt, anyway is Seth here?" she asked looking up to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, come in" Sandy opened the door and motioned her in.
At the stairs Sandy took two steps up and called his son. "SETH!" His voice echoed slightly throughout the house.
"He'll be down in a second, would you like anything to drink, Summer?" Mr. Cohen offered. "No, I'm good thanks" she replied
After several minutes of silence Sandy looked up the stairs. "I'll go get him" he mouthed and headed up the stairs.
A couple minutes passes, while Summer stood next to the front entrance closet tapping her foot impatiently. When Summer looked up again Seth stood before her.
"Uh Summer, what the hell are you doing here?" he yawned.
"Well, I sort of need a ride. To Anaheim." replied Summer.
Seth bit his lip, while rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Well Anna and I were sort of going to be going out tonight." Seth answered.
"Well, Anna can come too, I just need a ride, you two can fuck like bunnies all weekend for all I care!" Summer spoke trying to stay calm.
"Why do you need to go?" Seth questioned.
"My mom died, and I need to clean her apartment and I need to go to her funeral." Summer explained quickly, again emotionless.
"Oh god, Summer, are you okay, I'm sorry" Seth began, tripping on his words. He encased her in a hug.
Summer frowned. "Don't feel bad for me, I don't know the woman" she said pushing him away. Seth nodded a little embarrassed and took several steps back.
"Sure, I'll give you a ride, just let me call Anna" Seth gave me a sympathetic smile and crossed the room to the nearest phone.