Title: Artistically Speaking
Chapter Title: The Art Of
Author(s); Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: The O.C.? Very much not ours.
Rating: R
Summary: After Seth and Summer kissed at Caleb's party, the Cohens decide to take Jimmy and Marissa on a cruise through the Caribbean Islands. Seth doesn't even want to go until Marissa invites Summer.....
"She said don't, don't let it go to your head." –Taking Back Sunday
It was weird. That was the only way Summer could describe it. She was standing on the deck of a massive cruise ship, watching Los Angeles fade away into open sea, with Seth Cohen leaning over the rail beside her.
She watched him look at some pixie cut, blonde, Anna type. He swung his head back to her. "You may have some competition." He told her.
"For what?"
"The hottest girl here."
She raised her eyebrows, surprised at how hurt she felt by that. How much she wanted him to think she was the best. "That was low Cohen."
"Lower than pretending I don't exist?"
Summer pressed her lips together. He had her there. She turned to face him, his hurt expression a mirror of her own.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
Seth blinked. Gone was the usual sex kitten that she was, here was a vulnerable girl. "Are you really sorry, or are you just saying that to appease me, seeing as we're in the middle of the ocean together for the next ten days?"
"I'm really sorry." She said, her voice even softer.
"Yea, me too." Seth said. She met his eyes, struck by the emotion she saw in them. She smiled.
"Do you really think she's hotter than me?"
Seth grinned. "Not even close."
Summer smiled her coy smile, leaned in and kissed him. She regarded, again with surprise, the way Seth kissed her back. She liked it. A lot.
They were still kissing when she heard a very loud coughing behind Cohen. They broke apart, and he spun around.
"Mom." He said through gritted teeth.
"Hi Seth, Summer."
"Hi Mrs. Cohen."
"Call me Kirsten. I have your room key. Marissa wanted you to unpack and get dressed for dinner."
"Thanks." She squeaked, edging away. She glanced back through her hurried flight to the room she was sharing with Marissa to see Seth and Kirsten talking.
Cohen was gesturing wildly. And Kirsten was standing there with all knowing smile. Summer grinned and touched her lips.
"Mom!" Seth exclaimed for the hundredth time since they had started the walk to the room he was sharing with Ryan. "I'm sure Marissa could have waited!"
Kristen smiled. "So you could make out on the deck?"
"Mom! Please!"
She laughed this time. "That's so cute Seth."
He stopped walking. "You think it's cute? In a positive way?" Without waiting for a response, he charged on. "Because I know all your friends think that she's a slut. But she's not, Mom. She's just so... frozen. She needs someone who really cares about her.." he broke off.
Kirsten smiled, her mom smile this time. "I think it's cute." She repeated, firmer this time.
They continued towards the boys room until Kirsten stopped walking. "Seth?"
"Yea?"
"You really like her don't you?"
"Really, really. Since third grade."
"Tonight for dinner, wear the new Lacoste polo I got you. It brings out your eyes."
Seth grinned. "Thanks Mom."
Summer burst into the room in a flurry of noise, just in case Ryan was there. He wasn't, thank God.
Marissa looked up from over her Kate Spade suitcase. "What's with you?"
Summer leaned against the door. "I kissed him again." Marissa grinned. "I knew you would. And?"
"Kirsten interrupted. With your message. Bitch."
"How was I supposed to know you'd be kissing Cohen?"
Summer grinned. "Please Coop. Why do you think I'm here?"
"What are you doing with him Sum?"
"Truth? I don't know. I like him. And it scares me."
Marissa nodded. Somehow, she knew the feeling. She had felt something similar when she stopped loving Luke, and started loving Ryan.
And since Summer hated vulnerability, it was probably worse for her. Marissa continued to unpack, willing herself not to push Summer.
Seth skipped into the room. Ryan looked up and groaned. "We had the chat about the skipping, didn't we?"
Seth ignored him. "She kissed me."
Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Again? Well what are you doing back here?"
"Your girlfriend sent my mother with her room key. And my loving mother managed to interrupt us in the most non-romantic way possible."
Ryan grinned at the image. "That's my girl."
Seth was silent, while he threw stuff out of his suitcase and haphazardly into his drawers. "Ryan, what do you think? About me and Summer?"
"I don't Seth. You've got your work cut out for you."
"Yea. But so did you. With Marissa. And The Luke thing. How'd you do it?"
Ryan grinned. "Sweet guy meets sexual tension."
Seth winced. "Sorry I asked."
"It's payback for the skipping."
"Funny. Just for that, I'm showering before you." Seth said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Kirsten entered her room, and smiled excitedly at Sandy. "Your son is so cute!" she couldn't help but squeal.
"He looks like me, that's why." Sandy offered.
Kirsten rolled her eyes. "Summer kissed him again. Sandy, he just adores her."
"Don't even think about it."
"I wasn't."
"You were. You love to match make."
"I haven't done a thing. Except inform our son what shirt he should wear to dinner."
Sandy rolled his eyes and smiled. "On second thought, maybe he gets the cute from you."
Kirsten grinned. "You know he does."
Chapter Title: The Art Of
Author(s); Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: The O.C.? Very much not ours.
Rating: R
Summary: After Seth and Summer kissed at Caleb's party, the Cohens decide to take Jimmy and Marissa on a cruise through the Caribbean Islands. Seth doesn't even want to go until Marissa invites Summer.....
"She said don't, don't let it go to your head." –Taking Back Sunday
It was weird. That was the only way Summer could describe it. She was standing on the deck of a massive cruise ship, watching Los Angeles fade away into open sea, with Seth Cohen leaning over the rail beside her.
She watched him look at some pixie cut, blonde, Anna type. He swung his head back to her. "You may have some competition." He told her.
"For what?"
"The hottest girl here."
She raised her eyebrows, surprised at how hurt she felt by that. How much she wanted him to think she was the best. "That was low Cohen."
"Lower than pretending I don't exist?"
Summer pressed her lips together. He had her there. She turned to face him, his hurt expression a mirror of her own.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
Seth blinked. Gone was the usual sex kitten that she was, here was a vulnerable girl. "Are you really sorry, or are you just saying that to appease me, seeing as we're in the middle of the ocean together for the next ten days?"
"I'm really sorry." She said, her voice even softer.
"Yea, me too." Seth said. She met his eyes, struck by the emotion she saw in them. She smiled.
"Do you really think she's hotter than me?"
Seth grinned. "Not even close."
Summer smiled her coy smile, leaned in and kissed him. She regarded, again with surprise, the way Seth kissed her back. She liked it. A lot.
They were still kissing when she heard a very loud coughing behind Cohen. They broke apart, and he spun around.
"Mom." He said through gritted teeth.
"Hi Seth, Summer."
"Hi Mrs. Cohen."
"Call me Kirsten. I have your room key. Marissa wanted you to unpack and get dressed for dinner."
"Thanks." She squeaked, edging away. She glanced back through her hurried flight to the room she was sharing with Marissa to see Seth and Kirsten talking.
Cohen was gesturing wildly. And Kirsten was standing there with all knowing smile. Summer grinned and touched her lips.
"Mom!" Seth exclaimed for the hundredth time since they had started the walk to the room he was sharing with Ryan. "I'm sure Marissa could have waited!"
Kristen smiled. "So you could make out on the deck?"
"Mom! Please!"
She laughed this time. "That's so cute Seth."
He stopped walking. "You think it's cute? In a positive way?" Without waiting for a response, he charged on. "Because I know all your friends think that she's a slut. But she's not, Mom. She's just so... frozen. She needs someone who really cares about her.." he broke off.
Kirsten smiled, her mom smile this time. "I think it's cute." She repeated, firmer this time.
They continued towards the boys room until Kirsten stopped walking. "Seth?"
"Yea?"
"You really like her don't you?"
"Really, really. Since third grade."
"Tonight for dinner, wear the new Lacoste polo I got you. It brings out your eyes."
Seth grinned. "Thanks Mom."
Summer burst into the room in a flurry of noise, just in case Ryan was there. He wasn't, thank God.
Marissa looked up from over her Kate Spade suitcase. "What's with you?"
Summer leaned against the door. "I kissed him again." Marissa grinned. "I knew you would. And?"
"Kirsten interrupted. With your message. Bitch."
"How was I supposed to know you'd be kissing Cohen?"
Summer grinned. "Please Coop. Why do you think I'm here?"
"What are you doing with him Sum?"
"Truth? I don't know. I like him. And it scares me."
Marissa nodded. Somehow, she knew the feeling. She had felt something similar when she stopped loving Luke, and started loving Ryan.
And since Summer hated vulnerability, it was probably worse for her. Marissa continued to unpack, willing herself not to push Summer.
Seth skipped into the room. Ryan looked up and groaned. "We had the chat about the skipping, didn't we?"
Seth ignored him. "She kissed me."
Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Again? Well what are you doing back here?"
"Your girlfriend sent my mother with her room key. And my loving mother managed to interrupt us in the most non-romantic way possible."
Ryan grinned at the image. "That's my girl."
Seth was silent, while he threw stuff out of his suitcase and haphazardly into his drawers. "Ryan, what do you think? About me and Summer?"
"I don't Seth. You've got your work cut out for you."
"Yea. But so did you. With Marissa. And The Luke thing. How'd you do it?"
Ryan grinned. "Sweet guy meets sexual tension."
Seth winced. "Sorry I asked."
"It's payback for the skipping."
"Funny. Just for that, I'm showering before you." Seth said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Kirsten entered her room, and smiled excitedly at Sandy. "Your son is so cute!" she couldn't help but squeal.
"He looks like me, that's why." Sandy offered.
Kirsten rolled her eyes. "Summer kissed him again. Sandy, he just adores her."
"Don't even think about it."
"I wasn't."
"You were. You love to match make."
"I haven't done a thing. Except inform our son what shirt he should wear to dinner."
Sandy rolled his eyes and smiled. "On second thought, maybe he gets the cute from you."
Kirsten grinned. "You know he does."
