Hopeless

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A/N: Just a drabble-type random thing. Seth-centric. Kind of angsty, using the Crackhead Seth we've seen recently. Reviews are loved. Around "The Test".


"You can punch me in the face if you want,"

If he wanted to. But he didn't.

Zach was being honest. He wasn't trying to sneak around Seth or be a bad friend. But Seth wasn't being honest with Zach. Then again, he wasn't sure if that sort of honestly would be appreciated.

He'd been known to screw up, but, "Hey, Zach, I'm still hopelessly in love with your girlfriend and I've been killing myself over it, please giver her to me like she's a comic book you borrowed," would possibly be his finest achievement.

Next to having a meltdown in a comic book meeting. In front of Zach. And Summer.

The girl who he was hopelessly in love with.

It really was hopeless. Like she would come back to him. He was over her.

Right. Over her.

He'd tried ten years to get over her. He had dated two amazingly hot and awesome girls and still, not over her. So finding out she was gonna have sex with her perfect boyfriend wasn't gonna do it.

Maybe he needed therapy.

Hellboy had to be the suckiest movie he'd ever seen, but it kept his mind off things like Summer, and Zach, at their villa in Tuscany that would soon be filled with their nonstop sex.

Did the villa have air conditioning? What if it rained, would it leak? Would they do it after the wedding or before? Would the dance? Would Zach tell Summer how undeniable she was?

Maybe he was insane.

Maybe he was just hopeless.

His mom always made him watch the hopeless romantic movies. Now he was living in one. Except there was no happy ending, for him at least. Zach and Summer, they were happy. He'd be happy if Summer wanted to fuck his brains out in Romance Central, Italy. Maybe he was exaggerating.

He always did, though. He had a lot of bad habits – rambling and abandoning the one girl he's dreamed about since the third grade. He'd only done the latter of the two once, but he always feared that he'd do it again. But now he wouldn't have the chance.

It was hopeless. He left and Super-Duper-So-Fucking-Perfect Zach – who would end up taking over all the Ironist's powers and flying into the sunset with the Little Vixen – swooped in there and wiped away all her tears and rid her mind of the Cohen Bitch that was off having a miserable summer in Portland.

Zach was perfect, and the chance of him screwing up like Seth did or, say, having erectile dysfunction was hopeless.

Everything was hopeless.

So why not wallow? He knew he was being self-centered, but that was a risk he'd have to take. He did he even want to impress?

Ryan probably wanted to gauge out his eyes just being near Seth, and his parents were off doing their own thing. Alex was in her hip juice bar with her hip girlfriend, which he tried not to think about too much. Zach was all exploring Italy and doing Summer in, like, a pizzeria in Italy. Making everything just so perfect.

Seth was hopeless.

"You can punch me in the face if you want,"

Seth clenched his fist. Maybe next time he'd take that chance.