My Greek Lover
Summary: AU. Ever since her boyfriend dumped her four years ago, Marissa Cooper remained single. Refusing to fall in love with a man again. Summer Roberts has vehemently tried to alter her friend's mind, but her attempts have been futile. Enter a blonde goddess who would forever change the course of Marissa's life.
Ratings: R
A/N: I don't own the characters of The O.C. This fiction is somewhat based on a novel titled 'Fantasy Lover.' It does follows closely to the start of the book, but the rest is my take on things.
I can't believe I skipped my Yoga class to write this. Well, R&R.
Chapter 1
It was a Monday night. The only time within the week she could afford a much needed 'me' time. It was the only night when she could say fuck it. Fuck revision. Fuck her loyalty as a friend. Fuck her duty as a daughter. Fuck her obligation as a socialite in Newport Beach. Fuck every possible thing really. Monday nights allow her to just slump on the couch, in front of her flat-screen plasma, and pretty much reduce herself to being a couch potato. Bulging on comfort food is mandatory. Carbs is a yes. Screw what her personal trainer and dietician advised. This is the only time she allows her body to consume as much caffeine as she crave, and forget about the repercussions that it does to her stomach and waistline. See, Monday nights is the time to be indulgent, selfish and simply erase in her mental dictionary what 'carb-free' means.
So to say she was irritated when the doorbell rung is an understatement. She was furious. She decided to simply ignore it, and be hopeful that whomever is at the door will eventually grow tired of waiting.
"Coop!"
She heard her name being called. Most importantly, she heard an oh-so familiar voice.
"Coop, I know you're in there. Don't make me break this door," the voice warned. Yeah right, how could a body that miniscule smash a door, Marissa thought. She scoffed. "Whatever Summer," she muttered to no one in particular.
"You know how lethal I can become when I get my rage blackouts." How Marissa hated her friend's perky voice. Not wanting her property to be vandalized, she decided to just open the door and let her pesky Polly Pocket-like friend enter her apartment.
"Wait a second." She grumbled. Marissa huffed a sigh as she grudgingly rises from the couch.
"Hi there Coop." Marissa opened the door to see a smiley Summer. "You choose the right option my friend. Don't want me hurting that door of yours would you?" The lanky girl faked a smile. Then silence bestowed upon them. It confused the hell out of her because one, her friend Summer decided to be silent. Two, Summer was spotted with a weird expression, almost like she is trying to hold her laughter or something.
Unable to hold her curiosity any longer Marissa broke the silence. "So, what brought you here. On a Monday?" She emphasized on the last part.
The shorter brunette just smiled coyly.
"What?" Marissa probed.
It was then Summer showed her hand. At first she was clueless, but then when she squinted…
"Omigod!"
"I know!"
"OMFG!"
"I know!"
"You're engaged!"
"I know!"
"This is so surreal!"
"I know!"
There was a silver ring on Summer's fourth finger. The duo jumped up and down, unable to contain their joy. Squealing.
"I'm so happy for you. Congratulations."
"Thanks Coop." It was then followed with a bear hug from the tiny girl that Marissa gladly reciprocate.
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Half an hour later, the two friends sat on the comfy couch watching Troy. Summer was fascinated by how 'pec' the men were. Ribbed and tanned bodies are going to be her new sexual fantasy. She just wishes Cohen would look like that.
"Coop. What you need is a Greek God."
Marissa scoffed at that incredulous idea and rolled her eyes. "Please, you can't find men like those, these days. That's because these days, men are scums who pretty much roam the Earth searching for a prey. Young, naïve girls who are impressionable, easily manipulated to believe their BS." She stuffed a handful of chips in her mouth.
Summer frowned. "Coop, are you like, referring to yourself? Because that's so stupid. What happened with Luke was ages ago. You need to let go off that, look pass it and just move forward. Because if you don't, I'm afraid you'll end up like those ladies who lives with their cats," she ranted unaware that the anger on her friend's face has faltered and was replace by a contemplated look. "Then again, at the rate you're going, I'm sure you're headed for the path."
Marissa argued, "I don't need a man in my life to keep me happy. And I certainly would not be needing one to grow old with."
Summer sighed, frustrated by Marissa's stubbornness. "Argghh!"
That did not mean she admitted defeat. Nope. Not by a long shot. She wrecked her brain, trying to formulate other explanations to go about tackling the situation. She was determine to alter Marissa's mentality. If only she could know how.
The BFFs went about focusing their attention on the movie once more. Occasionally, Summer tried to pry the bag of potato chips out of Marissa's hand, reminding the taller girl about the carb-free diet she was supposed to be on. Summer did not know what hit her, but when she saw Diane Kruger crying on the television screen, something sparked in the corner of her mind. Maybe, what Marissa need is a woman, she talked in her head. Since her lanky friend has been clear about her hatred towards the opposite gender, who knows a woman could be the one to changed her friend's doomed path.
"Coop," she began tentatively.
"Hmm…" was all the reply she received. Marissa's eyes still glued to the screen.
"What if you go on a date with a girl?" That did it. Not only did Marissa stopped focusing on the screen, she choked on her food. Taking seconds to recover she turned to face Summer sideways.
"Excuse me?"
Summer gave her a blank stare. "What?"
The taller one wrinkled her brows. "Duh, your absurd suggestion that I should date a girl."
The shorter one quirked her neatly plucked eyebrow. "Absurd? I beg to differ. The idea is brilliant-" Marissa chuckled. "…Well it is. You go about saying how you dislike men…"
Marissa shook her head. "Not dislike. Hate," she corrected.
"Well okay, you hate men because apparently one of them broke your heart, but you decide to hate the entire male population which is…I'm sorry to say, unfair. Anyway, Coop you do realize that a woman has never cause you that kind of pain," Summer paused to see how her friend reacted. "…So maybe a person like I dunno, Helen of Troy," she referred to the sobbing blonde on the screen, "…is someone you could consider. Then you can forget about the type of cat to adopt."
Marissa began munching the chips slowly as she thought about what her friend has mentioned. It was one of Summer cockamamie ideas, yet somehow she realized her friend pointed out good points. She could probably consider a woman. After all, she did pride herself for being open-minded. But it was just a thought, nothing more. She was just amusing herself with Summer's idea.
"Yeah, well…how could we possibly find a person like Helen?"
Summer rolled her eyes. "I was just using her as an example Coop. Then again, whatever floats your boat. To each its own I guess, so go find yourself a Greek goddess to date."
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(The next day)
Her lecture was cancelled at the last minute, suddenly Summer finds her afternoon free. Since Marissa was at her Econs lecture, while Seth decided to watch a comic book movie with Ryan, she decided to drop in at Taylor Townsend's bookstore (she could do some research on Greek women). Taylor was all new agey like, with brownish-auburn mane, long floaty white skirt, and baggy brown cardigans. She was the complete opposite of Summer, yet somehow they clicked.
"You're breaking into the tranquility space," Taylor voiced, her humming stopped temporarily.
Summer refused to move from the spot where she stood as she launched a question, "Do you have books?" She received an amused stare from girl.
"It is a mythology bookstore," Taylor stated the obvious.
"Oh, of course!"
"Yeah."
"Where is the section on Greek women?" Summer asked as she places her leather hobo on the Ottoman Stool.
"Third row, on the left," Taylor drawled. She closed her eyes and continued humming. "Oomph…bala bala…oomph…"
The tiny brunette sauntered over to that section of the store. Listlessly she went through the titles available before deciding on a familiar name. Summer accidentally knocked a book on the shelves while she tried to reach for the book on Helen of Troy. She elicited a frustrated sigh, bending down to pick up the hard cover book lying on the parquet floor. Her eyebrows furrowed when she read the cover.
"The Fantasy Lover…" she mumbled.
Curious about the content, she flipped open the book only to find blank, empty pages.
"Weird…"
Her frown deepened when she stumbled upon a page in the middle of the book. There was a black and white drawing of a women wearing a toga. She wasn't just a woman, Summer concluded. She was a goddess. Her face, which Summer finds herself strangely attracted and glued to, was gorgeous. Feline eyes. Well-defined cheekbones. The way her hair framed her face…
The sheer beauty of this mysterious woman took summer aback. She felt a stirring in her to touch the picture – which she eventually did and surprised her. She has never wanted to touch a drawing that much before. It was as though the book is alive and calling out for her to touch it. Summer snapped the book shut. Then she strides over to where her new agey friend sat.
Holding the book in her hand, Summer questioned, "What is this book?'
Taylor was annoyed. She unwillingly opened her eyes to see Summer standing within her tranquility space holding an A4 sized old leather bound book. She squinted. "It's The Fantasy Lover."
"Well, what is it? It's definitely not a normal book. All I saw was a picture of this goddess in the middle."
"It's Alexandria of Mycenae."
"Who is she?"
"Alexandria of Mycenae," Taylor repeated walking over to where Summer stood. "A Greek princess cursed and trapped inside this book for thousands of years-"
"How depressing," Summer quipped.
"Only free to live as a human being when summoned. For thousands of years people had freed her temporarily when they were in need of a companion, a lover, someone that will cherish you, bring pleasure that would make your toes curl." Summer watched on amusedly at the orgasmic expressions Taylor showed on her face.
"So she's real?"
"Yeah."
"Have you tried summoning her?" Summer inquired.
"No. This book just arrive. But believe me, that thought has crossed my mind. However, there's Ryan and I could just get pleasure from him."
"So why is she cursed anyway?"
"Well apparently according to Greek myths, Alexandria has scorned a lot of women during her human days. See, women hate her because most of their husbands or companions fled from them in the attempt to consummate their love with Alexandria."
"Ooh…"
"So, these scorned women pretty much formed a party and then managed to convinced one of the Gods to curse her."
"But she's innocent," Summer reasoned. "Men fled to her, not the other way round."
"I know. Stupid women and stupid God. To curse a women for a crime she did not commit."
"Poor girl. Hey! Could you like summon her?"
"I could do that. I can recite the spell," Taylor grabbed the book from Summer's hand and flipped to the last page. "This is the passage to recite during a full moon, which is in another four days time." Her face contorted. "Why do you want to summon her? A threesome with Seth for a month?"
"What?!" Summer gave her friend an incredulous stare. "No! It's not for me, it's for Marissa."
"Marissa? How did she get wedged into this…" Taylor trailed off. Then a realization hit her. "Oh…for Marissa…"
"Yeah."
"Hmm…it's about time the girl gets some action anyway. Brilliant idea Summer, you're a genius."
"Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know. Oh," she just remembered something. Coyly, she lifted her hand in front of Taylor's face…
"Ahhh!" Both of them squeaked.
"Omigod!"
"I know!"
"OMFG!"
"I know!"
"You're engaged!"
"I know!"
"Holy guacamole!"
"I know!"
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