Title: Dress Up

Author: Erica

Rating: hard PG-13 sex/language

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Pairing: Seth/Summer, mention of Seth/Ryan

A/N: Something that came to me when Summer rambled on about breaking up at Thanksgiving and hooking up at Christmas only to break up again in January. I don't know, it's weird. And angsty. And weird. And short.

NOVEMBER

To be perfectly honest, you were surprised when he kissed you.

It certainly wasn't the greeting you were expecting. You know that the both of you know what's coming. You also know you'll pretend that you don't.

And so when he lets you inside, you pull him upstairs and fuck him because that's what you think he wants.

As you lie there afterwards, he touches you and he tries to talk but you don't let him. You just kiss him hard and push him further down on the bed, pressing yourself into him. You don't want to talk right now.

You do this with him the whole break through. And on the last day he talks and, for once, you can't stop it. You don't know why.

When you don't say anything, he yells at you. You scream and throw things and then he leaves and you kind of hate that that's your last memory of him.

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There's a blur of boys and alcohol and parties when you go back to school. You love to party.

DECEMBER

You don't go to see him this time. You didn't want to see him.

But Marissa has dragged Ryan to the party and he's brought Cohen because Ryan always brings Cohen. Or maybe it's the other way around.

Maybe, Cohen loves Ryan. You think that, maybe, Ryan loves Cohen back. But then, you've always thought this.

You watch Marissa tugging on Ryan's hand and you wonder how Ryan still puts up with her. Then, you decide you don't care.

You watch Seth as he walks over to you.

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Your hands hit the roof of the car as your mouth forms an 'O', letting out a small sound. You grind into him harder and he pushes your skirt further up your thighs. His tongue burns your neck as you sit there and take it and hope to God the marks stay.

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Seth doesn't try to talk about it this time. He doesn't even say anything when you push him against his front door and crush your lips to his.

You fuck him in his parents' bedroom, on their bed, and you moan and buck and twist as you call out his name. You drag your nails across his back, relishing in the marks you know will stay. At least for a little while. Just long enough to remind him that it was real.

You were real.

JANUARY

You can't understand this but you're used to that when it comes to Seth. This time, when you leave, you think you might be his girlfriend again.

Or maybe you're on a neverending speed binge and that's why nothing will stay still.

But it's not neverending because he calls one day. You talk. And then you cry. Because the spinning has stopped and all you can hear is his voice.

You think he might be crying on the other end.

"This isn't working anymore, Sum."

This is never working anymore.