Stale Water
Water is about the purest thing there is. No taste, no smell, no color. But when water tastes stale, it's no longer in a chaste state. It's tainted. Stale water forms a taste - a nasty, bitter one. Stale water forms a smell - a heavy, metallic one. Stale water sometimes even forms a color - a cloudy or yellowish one. Stale water is a good description of Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts' relationship.
Love is supposed to be a pure thing. But with Seth and Summer, it isn't. Summer is the drop of blood in this glass of water, giving it that coppery taste. She strings Seth along, letting him believe that she's in love with him. Sure, she has feelings for him, but he's a sick puppy. She doesn't love him. She'd never let herself go as far as to fall in love with anyone.
Seth, on the other hand, is head over heels for the girl he thinks has finally seen the light. True, she had opened her eyes to Seth, opened her gates and let him in. But she hasn't let him in as far as he thinks. She is in the castle, stale water as her moat. He is past the gate, but cannot get into the castle, because the stale water blocks him from entering.
Somewhere deep down, she knows that she can fall in love with him. Seth's not what she thought he would be. He's completely different than her, but like the saying goes, opposites attract. Even though she can be egotistical, bitter, and rude, his attributes compliment hers.
He whispers her qualities into her ear when they're in the middle of doing nothing, surprising her with his impulsiveness. He tells her how beautiful she is, and how smart she is. He does it at random, never needing an introduction to tell her how he feels about her. His kindness makes up for her bitterness. He always makes her smile, even if it's not a physical smile. She could be complaining and ranting and raving, and as soon as he comes into the room, smile beaming, the bitter part of her heart melts, if only just a little. He never lets himself feel hurt when she's rude to him. Even though she'd never admit it, she really needs to be rude to feel better about herself, not because she really means the things she says. But he, somehow, knows this.
Seth is the perfect person for her, if she ever wanted to fall in love. But he can be pathetic sometimes. She can deal with it. In fact, she finds it cute, sometimes. Honestly, though, could she let herself, Summer Roberts, perfect prude, become Summer Roberts and Seth Cohen, cute, pathetic puppy?
No.
Instead, she'll be the shark that will drag Seth through that stale water. Unless he can somehow manage to be a magnet that will draw that silvery-red drop of blood out of the glass, there is no way Summer is going to fall in love with him. Instead, she'll let him swim around and around and around. This is her version of love.
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Summer Roberts takes a sip of the bottled water that her boyfriend Seth has brought her from the kitchen. She wrinkles up her nose. "Ew, it tastes stale, Sethy." Seth throws the bottle away. After all, who likes stale water?
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Water is about the purest thing there is. No taste, no smell, no color. But when water tastes stale, it's no longer in a chaste state. It's tainted. Stale water forms a taste - a nasty, bitter one. Stale water forms a smell - a heavy, metallic one. Stale water sometimes even forms a color - a cloudy or yellowish one. Stale water is a good description of Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts' relationship.
Love is supposed to be a pure thing. But with Seth and Summer, it isn't. Summer is the drop of blood in this glass of water, giving it that coppery taste. She strings Seth along, letting him believe that she's in love with him. Sure, she has feelings for him, but he's a sick puppy. She doesn't love him. She'd never let herself go as far as to fall in love with anyone.
Seth, on the other hand, is head over heels for the girl he thinks has finally seen the light. True, she had opened her eyes to Seth, opened her gates and let him in. But she hasn't let him in as far as he thinks. She is in the castle, stale water as her moat. He is past the gate, but cannot get into the castle, because the stale water blocks him from entering.
Somewhere deep down, she knows that she can fall in love with him. Seth's not what she thought he would be. He's completely different than her, but like the saying goes, opposites attract. Even though she can be egotistical, bitter, and rude, his attributes compliment hers.
He whispers her qualities into her ear when they're in the middle of doing nothing, surprising her with his impulsiveness. He tells her how beautiful she is, and how smart she is. He does it at random, never needing an introduction to tell her how he feels about her. His kindness makes up for her bitterness. He always makes her smile, even if it's not a physical smile. She could be complaining and ranting and raving, and as soon as he comes into the room, smile beaming, the bitter part of her heart melts, if only just a little. He never lets himself feel hurt when she's rude to him. Even though she'd never admit it, she really needs to be rude to feel better about herself, not because she really means the things she says. But he, somehow, knows this.
Seth is the perfect person for her, if she ever wanted to fall in love. But he can be pathetic sometimes. She can deal with it. In fact, she finds it cute, sometimes. Honestly, though, could she let herself, Summer Roberts, perfect prude, become Summer Roberts and Seth Cohen, cute, pathetic puppy?
No.
Instead, she'll be the shark that will drag Seth through that stale water. Unless he can somehow manage to be a magnet that will draw that silvery-red drop of blood out of the glass, there is no way Summer is going to fall in love with him. Instead, she'll let him swim around and around and around. This is her version of love.
* * * * * *
Summer Roberts takes a sip of the bottled water that her boyfriend Seth has brought her from the kitchen. She wrinkles up her nose. "Ew, it tastes stale, Sethy." Seth throws the bottle away. After all, who likes stale water?
-End-