Porcelain
Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C., but I do own a few dolls of my own.
A/N: After writing not-so-happy chapters of my other stories, I decided I'd write something remotely fluffy. I think this is just that. Enjoy.
When Summer was younger, she loved playing with her dolls. She had all different types of dolls and plenty of them. It kept her occupied, and she could make a world where there were no worries except for things like misplacing Barbie's plastic high-heeled shoe.
There was one doll that she never played with. She didn't even touch it most of time, but put it on a high shelf in her pale-pink bedroom and let it sit there for her to look at. She was always afraid that if she touched it, she'd break it or ruin it. Summer's mother had given it to her when she was around three. It was her porcelain doll. It had bright green eyes, and light brown hair in a curly updo. It was wearing a multicolored satin dress that went out on the bottom.
Eventually, Summer decided she was too old for dolls. Her father packed up all of her dolls and sent them to a toy charity, and put the porcelain doll in storage.
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Summer woke up one night next to a sleeping Seth in her room. Her father was away, and her step-mother was almost oblivious to her surroundings. She was thirsty, so she turned on her bed side lamp and went to get a drink of water.
When she came back, Seth had rolled over and taken up most of the space in her bed. Summer lightly pushed him over and looked to see if he had woken up. He was still sleeping soundly, and she noticed something she hadn't noticed before about his face. He was always pale, but maybe it was with the light on it, but his face reminded her of porcelain. She smiled and turned off her lamp. Summer pulled the covers over her and snuggled up to Seth, falling asleep again quickly.