Summer gulped hard. She never could enjoy the hot burning sensation…sure, she could enjoy what came later, but the initial gulps always hurt. Marissa, she had been a different story. One night, when they had been baring their souls to each other in a way that only best friends can, Marissa had confided in her that she now actually likes the taste of vodka, craved it. And that troubled her.
Shouldn't have, thought Summer bitterly. She should have drank, partied, stuck dollar bills full of coke up her nose every night, because her life was going to be snatched away anyway, so what was the difference? Another gulp. The part that Summer liked, the blurry warmth, was headed to town.
Ryan was losing his patience. How could Seth be so self involved? Ryan took a breath, and considered the past few years. When had he ever not been?
"I'm not going looking for her again Ry, I'm done with it. You're not all pity poor me I lost Marissa, she's just wallowing in the self indulgence of it and I'm through."
Ryan clenched his fist. He'd never hit Seth, never had and never would, but just sometimes, sometimes he felt the urge coil around him like a snake around a mouse. His whiny tones pushed him to a point where he had to fight the urge of considering it.
"I'll go. Where do you think she's gone?" Ryan had taken a call from Dr Roberts 20 minutes earlier asking if she was at the Cohen's as she had stormed out after a huge row with her dad. Apparently it was not the first. Since Marissa had died Summer had taken things very differently than anyone expected. She was angry. And boy she was letting people know it.
"I don't know, the bait shop maybe? Or that sleazy bar Marissa used to hang out at with…." Even Seth knew better than to mention his name.
Ryan clenched again, grabbed the keys from the sideboard and headed out.