Disclaimer: I am obviously not the creator/producer/writer of The O.C. There is a shirt out there with a tree on it that says 'save a tree, eat a beaver.' I've seen it. I also do not own any bands, songs, song lyrics, etc. mentioned in this song. Any original characters (i.e. blonde boy, etc.) are mine; yup, copyrighted by me, too!
Author's Notes: These are all one-shots, completing a mix CD that Seth made for Summer. They are fairly short, so don't expect long written updates!
2. Wait
Summer wasn't having a good day.
First, she talked to a small group of high schoolers in New Jersey. That was really nice, and the kids seemed really interested in the environment. A couple of the boys seemed bored, but she expected it to be like that. One girl was constantly asking questions about her love life with Seth. Summer figured the girl read way too much of Taylor's blog. Summer was curious why Taylor was writing about their relationship because it was really Taylor's blog, not Taylor's blog on the love life (and torn relationship) of Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts.
Right now was where her day was sucking.
After the visit with the New Jersey high school, she had gone out with a couple other G.E.O.R.G.E volunteers. They went out for coffee at some diner. It seemed New Jersey was filled with diners. While she was drinking her coffee and listening to the volunteers' talk about their lives and/or day, she began to drift off. The scene she was in not only reminded her of many episodes of The Valley (which, now that it was cancelled after a short-lived fourth season, she really missed) but of home. It reminded her of days when she, Seth, Ryan and Marissa (and more recently, Taylor) went to the diner by the Pier and ate pancakes or drank coffee or just sat there and talked.
And she really, really, really missed those days.
So she excused herself from the group, giving them four bucks for her coffee, and went into the motel they were staying at. She went up to her room and flopped down on her bed, grabbing her Ipod which was on the dresser table. She put the earpods in her ears, turned on her Ipod and scanned for Seth's mix CD he made for her. She really needed to be with Seth - or that's how she felt anyway, and the CD he made for her was as close as she was going to get. She closed her eyes as the song came on.
Every town has a diner,
Where I'll meet you and your friends too,
Things are just a bit nicer over coffee,
You can tell me all about your day.
Summer recognized the sound as Death Cab for Cutie. She'd listened enough to Cohen's awful taste in music to know what bands were what. She didn't recongize the song because it wasn't off of their newer albums (which is what Seth listened to most of the time). However, she was really liking the lyrics. They definitely fit her mood.
She heard the door being opened so Summer opened her eyes. There standing in the door way was her temporary roomate, Kelly. Kelly was a nice enough girl who was from New York City and liked to shop and was raised vegeterian.
"Hey, are you okay? You totally bailed on us in the diner." Kelly's blonde hair was being twirled around one finger as she was taking off her sneakers.
Summer took out one earpod. "Um, yeah. I just... I don't know. Being in that diner was weird 'cause I used to go to this one diner back home all the time with my best friend, and her boyfriend and my boyfriend."
Kelly gave Summer a small smile as she fell onto the twin bed opposite Summer's. "Yeah. It's totally weird being away from my friends. I get what you mean. Well...I mean, not exactly 'cause I grew up in The City and we don't have diners there."
Summer listened to her breathing for a moment. In, out. In, out.
"So, what's your best friend like?" Kelly asked, curiously.
Summer gasped a little. Not on purpose of course. "Um, she... Her name was Marissa and we were best friends since, like, sixth grade or something. She, um, died."
Kelly didn't say anything. In the room there was silence and the soft playing of that Death Cab song Summer didn't recongize.
It's a dumb thing,
You will wait for me,
You will wait for me,
You will wait for me.
Summer closed her eyes, drifting off into a sleep as she listened to the Death Cab song.
