Alright, new fic here. Takes place couple months after Marissa's death. Mostly S/S fic but with a little Ryan too. I wont make a big summary cause theres some twists in the early chapters and I dont want to give it away.Here is chapter 1, it may be a little on the short side, but thats the way it was designed for the effect of the chapter and to see the kind of response I'd get. I'll be finishing the second chapter within the hour and possibly the third too, so I'll post them when I'm done them later tonight/ this morning.As always, read it, tell me what you think. If it sucks balls, then tell me and I'll stop writing.
Swallowed in the Sea
Seth looked out at the water, his hands clasped around the wheel, keeping it steady. The late morning breeze blew through his curly hair and the warm, comfortable sun beat down on him.
'I can't believe I'm back here again' he thought to himself.
The Pacific Ocean was much bigger than he remembered, but that was the idea. Space was needed yet again this summer. Only a couple of months had passed since the death of Marissa but the image of her body inside the mahogany casket was fresh in his mind. It was decided that Newport was not the best place for the time being and that a get-away from darkness that had been looming over everyone was exactly what was needed.
Seth looked round again at the open water and then at the faint stretch of land in the distance. He always enjoyed the total quite, solitude of the ocean. It was extremely convenient that the trade winds had shifted west this summer, and Seth was determined this time to make it to his final destination this time around. He had made sure that plenty of snacks were on the boat. He was convinced that there were no boxes of 'Goldfish' left in Orange County. Inner child Seth was very content. His thoughts soon went back to Marissa. The smile from his face, slowly dissipated to a nothingness grin. He once again stared out into the distance, with a blank, emotionless stare across his face. There was no doubt that Marissa Cooper and Seth Cohen weren't best friends. They shared the same type of relationship as Ryan had with Summer. Close, but never really that close. Ultimately, they were there for each other when they were needed, and to him, that was enough.
Ever since the funeral he felt this new bound attachment to Marissa. Seth shifted his gaze again and recalled the conversation he had with Summer and Ryan. They were all in the pool house. It was a little less than a week after Marissa's death. The funeral plans were being made. The three recent graduates were discussing their own plans to help with the funeral. Even though there were very few words exchanged, a lot of tears, and even more silence, it had been agreed that one of them were to write and speak the eulogy. As horrible as it sounded, everyone knew Seth somewhat had the upper hand of the situation. He was close to Marissa, but not as much as Ryan nor Summer, so he would have less of a hard time delivering the sermon. Although the pain was great in him, his could hardly be compared to Summers and Ryans.
Again, with only a few words, the three agreed on Seth delivering the eulogy, on the condition that there would be no sarcasm or humour involved. Seth obliged, somewhat offended at the lack of seriousness his friends thought of him in such situations.
On the day of the funeral, Seth delivered a eulogy for the ages. A very passionate one, which emphasized the impact that the life of Marissa Cooper had everyone she came in contact with. He spoke as a true friend, a peer, a relative. He had even managed to make himself shed a tear or two, along with Ryan, who was, like Summer, very proud of the remembrance of their friend.
That was nearly two months ago as Seth snapped back to reality. Nothing had been easy the past year, and it appeared to only get harder. Seth left the wheel, securing the direction he was sailing in. He went to the side of the boat and rest his forearms on the railing, his hands clasped together, his head hanging. The sting of losing a friend was still with him.
Summer woke up slowly. She was curled up to one side of the bed. She felt around the other side of the bed, expecting to grab a handful of scrawniness but surprised to reveal that Mr.Toothpick was not there next to her. She sat up and took a look around the room, expecting to see some sign of Seth, but to no avail. Summer shrugged it off and started to roll around the bed to get comfortable again. As she did she heard a crumpling noise. She paused for a moment and started looking around for the source of the sound. After becoming frustrated with not finding where it came from, she finally found a small folded piece of paper under her. It simply had "Summer" written on it.