Takes place 3 years after where Season 3 of "The OC" left off. (Sequel to "Doubts and Insecurities." Not completely necessary to read before this story but definitely recommended.)
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any affiliation with The OC. And probably never will.
A/N: I'm back! With a sequel! Excited? Hope so!
Read, ENJOY, & review like it's your job.
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"Awesome!" Seth slammed in his fist in the air. "Fucking awesome!"
It was April, Seth Cohen was twenty-one, and he was just offered an extended internship for the upcoming summer at Peabody & Sheehan, where he had been working at during his junior year of college attending Johnson & Wales University in Providence.
Not to mention they had decided to give him a pay raise for the summer - $17 an hour.
"Life is fucking awesome!" Seth shouted to a random passer-by as he grabbed his keys out of his suit's pocket and unlocked his car.
Seth blared the music (not caring that it was rap and that he hated it), letting the windows be rolled down, as he drove back to his apartment that he shared with his girlfriend, Summer.
Seth loved the month of April. And not just because of this job opportunity. But because everything good happened in April. Spring (his favorite season of the four he, which he finally got to experience when he went East) in Rhode Island began in April and nothing bad in Seth's life ever happened in April. In addition, he and Summer had always been a couple during this month – which couldn't be said for any other month. (Well, he was leaving out those three long weeks during April of senior year when he lied to Summer about getting into Brown, but he never counted those and tried to forget those memories of mistakes made long ago.)
The universe just happened to love the month of April. And so did Seth Cohen.
"Summer!" Seth bounded into the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
"I'm right here," Summer replied lazily from the couch, looking over at Seth. "What happened?"
Seth's face beamed as he strutted over to his girlfriend, loosening his tie as he walked. "Well… you're looking at the new summer assistant of the Secretary of Cases for Peabody & Sheehan." Seth fell onto the couch next to a lively and smiling Summer. "Who, by the way, gets a pay raise of seven dollars an hour."
"No, you didn't!" Summer squealed as she tackled Seth on the couch in a hug. "Cohen, that's like a real job!"
"A very low salary real job, but nonetheless a real job."
"Cohen," Summer pulled back, taking Seth's face in her hands, "We're college students. That salary is, like, hitting the jackpot!"
Seth leaned forward and kissed Summer's nose. "I know. And now we have to celebrate." Seth removed himself from Summer's grasp and stood up, clapping his hands together. "Where do you wanna go? I heard a little mumble one time about that fancy restaurant downtown – that French place… umm… what's it called?"
"Pot au Feu?" Summer stood up excitedly. "You really want to go there? It's fancy and expensive."
"I really want to take you there," Seth smiled. "Can you be ready in a half hour?"
"Half hour? Cohen, how long have known me?"
Seth smirked. "Right. I'll call and make reservations for in two hours."
Summer returned the smirk and walked over to Seth, standing on her tiptoes, kissing his lips lightly. "Congratulations, baby." Summer then ran off into the bedroom to begin getting ready.
Seth, still beaming, followed Summer into the bedroom a few seconds later and was pleasantly surprised when Summer was only clad in her bra and boy shorts.
"Cohen! I'm getting ready!"
Seth shut the door and then suddenly tackled her onto the bed, making noises into her neck as he attacked her. Summer laughed and tried, playfully, to push him off. "What happened to dinner reservations?"
Seth lifted his head from her neck and looked at her with a grin. "I'll make them for in three hours, instead."
Summer laughed as Seth resumed his attack on her neck replying, "Oh, Cohen… an extra hour? Please… more like ten minutes."
Seth lifted his head once again, raising his eyebrows. "Ten minutes? Ten minutes, Summer?" Seth began tickling her sides. "I'll show you ten minutes!"
"Cohen!" Summer squealed. "Okay! Okay! An hour!"
Seth stopped tickling her and began leaving kisses on her chin. "That's better."
Summer stopped giggling and flipped their bodies so she was on top, and Seth looked on suggestively as Summer spoke, "Yeah, it is better." Summer finally let their lips collide as they tangled themselves in their already messy bed of sheets.
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Summer stood in awe outside the restaurant. She hadn't been to a fancy and over-top expensive restaurant since her high school days in California. Sure, Seth had suggested for their various anniversaries or special occasions to go out to for dinner at a place like this but Summer always declined, knowing with their rent payments and the other necessities needed for living on their own made it impossible for them to afford any such place.
With Seth's new pay raise, Summer wasn't about to turn down the offer to slip into a lavish evening dress to go to Providence's most well-known, swanky restaurant.
"Cohen, this is so exciting!" Summer squealed as she grabbed onto his arm, walking into the restaurant. "I've wanted to come here for forever!"
"But you made me cancel our reservations I made here this past Valentine's Day."
"That's because having some place to live is more important than having a beyond amazing five-course meal at a restaurant like this," Summer smiled as Seth looked down at her sincerely.
"I would have figured out a way to pay for it, you know. And I wouldn't have let you live on the streets." Seth told her, squeezing her hand as Summer felt herself melting on the spot. Seth diverted his attention away from Summer for a second and spoke to the host. "Cohen. Reservations for 8."
Summer smiled. Of course he would have figured something out. And of course he would never let her live on the streets.
She just felt bad, that's all.
"I know, baby," Summer sighed. "But we're here now so it actually works out wonderfully."
"Right this way," the host interrupted them, guiding them through the crowded and very decorated restaurant.
"I love you. But I'm guessing you know that, right?" Seth smirked, causing Summer to erupt in quiet giggles.
"Yeah, I do. And I love you."
"Well, of course I know that. Because everyone knows Summer Roberts cannot resist the Seth Cohen charm."
"You sure are getting much cockier these days."
"Not cocky. Just confident," Seth replied casually as they reached their table. Seth held out Summer's chair and ushered for her to sit down. "My lady."
Summer blushed. "Stop being cheesy."
"I'm trying to be a gentleman." Seth told her, settling into his own chair. "No more chivalry?"
Summer grinned. "Not here. You can worship me later."
"Now who's the cocky one?"
Summer laughed over her menu as Seth did the same.
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Seth and Summer were barely able to make it back into their apartment before they were flinging clothes off of their bodies, pushing each other into their bedroom, trying tactfully never to let their lips lose touch.
"Seth…" Summer grunted as she got caught in the bottom of her dress. "Seth, I can't get it off."
Seth removed his hold on her upper arm and pulled away to look at her body's form. Summer's green, sparkling dress was draped over one arm and tangled under only one leg – the other leg exposing her silky skin and her matching green panties.
He really couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, Sum," Seth laughed as Summer fell onto the bedroom floor trying to find her way out of her dress. "I really love you."
"Then help me get this off," Summer groaned having even more difficulty with the dress.
Seth fell down to the floor next to her and instead of helping her with her dress, he continued undressing himself until he was only clad in boxers.
"What are you doing?" Summer asked incredulously. "You are supposed to be helping me."
Seth continued laughing but began kissing her neck as well, letting his tongue massage over her skin. "I am helping you," he murmured. "I was saving you work by ridding my own clothes myself."
"That's not the kind of work I wanted help with," Summer sighed as she tilted her head, giving Seth better access to her neck.
Summer decidedly forgot about getting out of the dress and unceremoniously lay completely on the floor. "Seth…"
"Still need help with the dress?" Seth raised his eyebrows seductively as Summer snaked her arm around his neck, pulling him fully down on the floor on top of her.
"Think we can do it without being naked?" Summer breathed heavily as Seth made his way back to her neck.
"Oohhh, like we're horny, angst-ridden teenagers who can't seem to find anymore than five minutes of alone time so we have to do it quickly, never minding with the ridding of such frivolous things like clothes?"
Summer laughed as Seth let his dimples show, smiling widely at her. "Yeah, like that."
"Yeah, I'm all for that."
Summer smiled, pulling him back down on top of her. "Good. So am I."
"Sum…?" Seth mumbled into her mouth.
"Yeah?"
"I really love floor sex."
"Me too."
As Seth and Summer resumed their heated kissing, it only took a nanosecond before they heard a shout – that actually sounded more like a whine – coming from the bathroom.
"Please, if there is a God, do not have sex on the floor outside of the bathroom!"
Seth and Summer pulled apart instantly as Summer scrambled to try and fix her dress and Seth stood up, still in only his boxers.
Seth started walking towards the bathroom, hesitantly. "Ryan? Was that you?"
"Yes, it's me but don't open this door if -" Seth opened the door revealing a distraught looking Ryan. "Oh, you're not naked."
Seth leaned against the doorframe, annoyed. "No. You kind of stopped that with your outburst. Wait. Why the hell are you in my bathroom? And not, like, in your bathroom in Berkeley?"
"I came to visit you," Ryan told him as he began to walk out of the bathroom, then turning to Seth whispering, "Summer's not running around naked is she?"
"No, Ryan I'm not." Summer appeared from the bedroom with her dress back in place but her hair completely tousled. "What are you doing here?"
"And why didn't you make a regular entrance, like, say, oh I don't know – through the front door?!" Seth exclaimed.
"It was supposed to be a surprise. Didn't know you guys got straight to it as soon as you walked in the door."
"We don't," Summer replied and then, after receiving a raised brow from Ryan, added, "Usually."
"Tonight was special," Seth continued to explain as Ryan grunted. "I got a job for the summer. Here in Providence. And it pays seventeen dollars an hour."
"Seventeen – jeez, dude, that's awesome!" Ryan slapped Seth on the back as he walked towards the living room, being followed closely by both Seth and Summer.
"Yeah, so we went out to celebrate."
"Evidently," Ryan snorted.
"Anyway, you still haven't told us why you're here."
"Not happy to see your brother?"
"Not when I was about to get some," Seth groaned, which received a laugh from Ryan but a smack on his chest from Summer. "Ow, woman. Just speaking the truth."
Summer ignored Seth and turned her attention back towards Ryan. "Did something happen?"
"Not really." Ryan settled onto the couch.
"So you were just stopping by – 3000 miles around the corner – for a visit?"
"Sort of."
"Full of words tonight, aren't you man?" Seth joked.
"Jack's funeral is in Boston tomorrow. I thought I could crash here for a few nights," Ryan replied nonchalantly, ignoring Seth's joke.
"Who's Jack?" Summer questioned.
"My dad."
Seth and Summer looked at each other, sending silent questions between their eyes, before looking back at Ryan and settling themselves on the couch next to him.
"Oh. Well, man, you know you can crash here for as long as you'd like."
"Yeah," Ryan laid back into the couch. "Lana should be here tomorrow morning. She had an exam today that she couldn't miss."
Both Seth and Summer shook their heads silently.
"You both can just go do whatever you both were about to do earlier. I just didn't want to be stuck in the bathroom hearing it."
"Nope. Pretty sure a death ruins the mood," Seth responded gaining another smack to the chest from Summer. "Jesus, Summer! Can you lay off with the abuse?"
"Are you okay?" Summer questioned Ryan; ignoring Seth's whines and placing her hand comfortingly on Ryan's shoulder.
"Yeah. Really I'm fine. It's just weird. I'm going to a funeral for a guy I didn't even know."
"I know, sweetie," Summer reassured him. "Do you want us to come with you tomorrow?"
"No, Lana will be here so that's fine. Really, you two just go to bed. I'll camp out here on the couch."
Seth began to get up as Summer followed. Seth abruptly stopped and turned back towards Ryan. "By the way, how did you get in here?"
"You left the spare key underneath the welcome mat. Not exactly in the last place people – or robbers – will look, Seth."
"Right. I've been meaning to move that. Night, man."
"Night."
Summer pulled Seth into the bedroom, wanting to leave Ryan with a little peace and quiet, and shut the door behind them.
"How about round two?" Seth wiggled his eyebrows, ignoring the scene that has just taken place in their living room.
Summer stared at him shocked. "Are you kidding? Ryan just lost his father and you want to have sex? Are you inhuman?"
"I was just trying to lighten the mood…" Seth whispered as he climbed into bed slowly, followed by a mumbling, incoherent Summer. "Night, love."
Summer continued mumbling and flipped on her side, letting her back face towards Seth.
Seth sighed and closed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Definitely not how I thought tonight was going to end."
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