Alright soo I know that I never update anything. So Im gunna try as hard as I can to update this... if it sucks just tell me & ill stop :)
To Be Alone With You
She fluffed up her hair again, wanting to look absolutely perfect for him. Even though they'd gone out before, she felt like today was something special. She glided the Peach Persuation lipgloss onto her lips, smacked them together and pouted into the mirror, like she did everynight before a date. The phone rang, and without looking she picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Coop? Hey!"
"Hey Summer. Whats up?" Marissa ballanced the phone between her ear and her shoulder, hairspraying her golden locks and looking down at her makeup. She had picked out her outfit earlier - a white halter and a lilac mini skirt.
"Not much. I was just thinking; lifes boring."
"What?"
Summer sighed on the other line. "I don't know. Everyday's the same. We either go to a party, or go out with boys, or shop. But that's it."
"Summer, we're only 16. We have our whole lives ahead of us to do boring stuff. What are you so worried about? Anyways, I have to go. Im meeting Luke. He'll be here soon and I haven't even put on makeup. Okay? Bye." Marissa hung up, feeling bad that her friend needed her. She was obviously in denial of her social status & life in Newport.
She made her eyes smokey with purple makeup and glided on another layer of Peach Persuation. She grabbed her pearl color purse and waited downstairs for Luke.
Summer hung up the phone. She felt lonely tonight, like everybody had somebody but her. Marissa was with Luke, her Father was with the Stepmonster, Holly was with Kyle and Melanie was with Taylor.
Summer looked inside her closet. Newport beach was so superficial. All her clothes were designer, including some of last years Gucci and Prada. She had Jimmy Choo shoe's galore, a dozen juicy sweat suits and her favourite pair of shoes were Manolo Blahniks. She looked around in her closet, and found an old, empty box. She filled it up with the teeshirts & jeans that didn't fit her, and old dresses that she didn't like anymore. She staired down at her handiwork. Pretty good, but not enough. She wanted to do something that wasn't superficial and giving designer duds to poor people didn't quite seem enough. They didn't need clothes, they needed food, they needed money.
Summer sighed. She didn't know what else she could do. She picked up the box, her car keys, and headed out the door. She only knew one person who knew what to do with charity.
Seth Cohen was listening to his IPod, turned up so loud that it hurt his ears - just the way he liked it. He was laying on his bed, trying to get comfortable, staring at Captain Oats. He looked at his watch - only 2:30. Snow Patrol's lyrics were blasting through his mind. He couldn't even hear himself think.
He turned off "How To Be Dead" and went downstairs. He was dying of thirst. He was just about to pop his Dr Pepper when the doorbell rang.
"Summer?"
"What?"
"Uh. Hi."
"Is your Mom here?"
"No. She went grocery shopping with my Dad. What are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you, too," She muttered, stepping inside.
"Come on in," Seth said sarcastically.
"I really need to talk to her. How long's she gunna be?"
"She left about an hour ago. She should be back soon."
"Can I stay here for a bit? Its like, an emergency."
"Summer you have a bag of clothes in your hands. How's that an emergency?"
"You know what? I'll just go," Summer said embarassed.
"Sorry," Seth muttered. "You can stay if you want to."
"Its okay, I can just come back later."
"No. Seriously, stay. We can play some Playstation, order some chinese."
"Playstation?"
"Its an electronic game system."
"Shut up assface, I know what Playstation is. And I bet I can whip you at it, too."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really, know tell me where it is," Summer said, ignoring the little voice in her head screaming what the hell are you doing.
She dropped her bag next to her shoes and followed Seth into the living room. They spent hours playing "Spyro". They didn't even notice their stomachs rumbling from lack of food - they didn't notice anything until Summers phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sum, where are you?"
"Im uh, at the Cohens."
"Why?"
"I was just looking for Kirsten. How was your date?" Summer asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh my god, Sum, it was amazing! I seriously love this boy. I'm going to marry him."
Summer rolled her eyes. She'd heard it all before, the same babble about Luke, or about Taylor, or Kyle. She honestly didn't care anymore.
"Thats great, Coop. I have to go okay? Bye." She hung up before Marissa could answer.
She looked up to see Kirsten in the doorway with a smile on her face.
"Summer! How are you? You haven't been here since you were a little girl!"
Summer felt guilty, but smiled at Kirsten. "Well actually I was looking for you. Could you help me out with some charity stuff? I brought a whole bunch of clothes that I don't want anymore, and I was wondering if we have any events coming up. I'd love to start helping out."
"Ofcorse sweety! Come with me, I'll get some pamphlets. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
Summer glanced at her watch. She didn't want to seem rude after asking Kirsten for help. "I'd love to."
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