Seth Cohen reached over for his iPod and hit the play button. Bright Eyes,
again. Somehow, "The Calendar Hung Itself Again" was oddly appropriate
right now. Awesome way to ring in 2004, he thought. Stuck in the
poolhouse while Ryan and Marissa make out in the bathroom and Aunt Hailey
throws a rager that's better than any party I'll have host in my life.
The music was only depressing him more, so he pulled off the headphones and threw himself on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He was lonely. Ryan was always with Marissa, and Anna was in Pittsburgh visiting friends. Actually, he was kind of glad that she was out of town for New Year's, even though she was the only person who would spend time with him.
After the Chrismukah disaster, their friendship had bounced back. He liked Anna - but after hanging out with her almost exclusively in Ryan's Marissa- haze absence, he was beginning to realize that his feelings for her weren't as strong as he had once thought. He liked Anna, no doubt, but it was more because she made him feel comfortable. But the sparks, the electrical- shock sparks, just weren't there.
Not like they were there with Summer.
Summer.
Seth sighed and buried his head in the couch cushions. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He'd caught her looking at him once, on the Monday after his grandfather's party. But as soon as their eyes had met, she'd turned away, melting back into her old crowd and returning to the throne of queen of the Harbor social scene.
Seth twisted his body off the couch and strode over to the door of the poolhouse. Still locked. He peered out of the curtains, but couldn't hear anyone. "Hey," he called as he rapped on the door. "Hey!" He was beginning to get angry, and he pounded on the glass with his fist. Suddenly, the need to get of was overpowering. He grabbed the sheet off Ryan's bed, wrapped it around his fist and punched through the glass. He grabbed the door handle and pulled, breathing in the cool fresh air. He pulled the sheet off his hand and winced at a few small cuts. Nothing serious. Without thinking, he took off running around to the front of his house. As he reached the front, he saw a familiar silhouette running up his driveway, a figure he never would have recognized if he hadn't been watching her for years.
Summer.
The music was only depressing him more, so he pulled off the headphones and threw himself on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He was lonely. Ryan was always with Marissa, and Anna was in Pittsburgh visiting friends. Actually, he was kind of glad that she was out of town for New Year's, even though she was the only person who would spend time with him.
After the Chrismukah disaster, their friendship had bounced back. He liked Anna - but after hanging out with her almost exclusively in Ryan's Marissa- haze absence, he was beginning to realize that his feelings for her weren't as strong as he had once thought. He liked Anna, no doubt, but it was more because she made him feel comfortable. But the sparks, the electrical- shock sparks, just weren't there.
Not like they were there with Summer.
Summer.
Seth sighed and buried his head in the couch cushions. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He'd caught her looking at him once, on the Monday after his grandfather's party. But as soon as their eyes had met, she'd turned away, melting back into her old crowd and returning to the throne of queen of the Harbor social scene.
Seth twisted his body off the couch and strode over to the door of the poolhouse. Still locked. He peered out of the curtains, but couldn't hear anyone. "Hey," he called as he rapped on the door. "Hey!" He was beginning to get angry, and he pounded on the glass with his fist. Suddenly, the need to get of was overpowering. He grabbed the sheet off Ryan's bed, wrapped it around his fist and punched through the glass. He grabbed the door handle and pulled, breathing in the cool fresh air. He pulled the sheet off his hand and winced at a few small cuts. Nothing serious. Without thinking, he took off running around to the front of his house. As he reached the front, he saw a familiar silhouette running up his driveway, a figure he never would have recognized if he hadn't been watching her for years.
Summer.