A/N- You guys rock my socks-thanks for all the awesome reviews! Here's Chapter Four!
Disclaimer- All characters from The O.C. belong to Fox and the lyrics at the end belong to Oasis' "Don't Go Away."
Chapter Four
Make It Right
~*~
Summer went back into the darkened bedroom, wiping the tear stains off her cheeks with the back of her hands as she crawled back into bed. This absolutely sucked. She looked over at her clock. 3:05 in the morning. Sighing, she rolled over with her face in her pillow. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried.
Summer suddenly realized she'd have to face Seth tomorrow, and under Ryan and Marissa's scrutiny. Joy. All she wanted was to be in her bed at home, and never have even come on this stupid road trip, and never have kissed Seth and started all of this.
Summer sighed. Okay, that wasn't exactly true.
~*~
Seth stomped back to his room, suddenly having the very strong urge to hit something very, very hard. He wasn't a very violent guy (that was more Ryan's territory) but right now he felt like punching something or breaking something or yelling or something along those lines.
But instead he decided to brood. He'd never really brooded before, but he was feeling very broody at the moment. So he flopped down in the window seat, and stared out at the softly falling rain. The waves on the beach were still having huge swells from the storm, and it created such a dark, intense scene that it only worsened his mood.
Okay, so brooding=not helping.
Maybe sleep would be better. But sleep would just make the morning come sooner. And THAT he was definitely not looking forward to.
~*~
"Summer! Geez, woman, get up!" Marissa giggled, shaking her best friend's shoulder.
"No." Summer said, her face still buried in her pillow.
"Ryan made cinnamon toast…" Marissa smiled, opening the door to the hallway so the smell of breakfast wafted up the room.
"Yes, because I eat carbs SO often." Summer mumbled.
"Oh, geez, not the pseudo-diet kick again. You only pull this when you don't want to go somewhere. What is the matter with you this morning?" Marissa looked at her with concern, opening the curtains just as Summer looked up.
"Hey, Coop, remember when I had corneas?" Summer groaned.
"Come ON!" Marissa rolled her eyes, practically dragging Summer out of bed.
"You go ahead. I'm going to shower."
"Fine, but I make no promises about there being toast left." Marissa grinned, finally leaving.
Summer looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, and grimaced. Her eyes were still swollen and a little bloodshot. Her hair was insane. If she had to face him this morning, it would not be looking like this.
~*~
"Morning, all!" Marissa chirped, plopping down at the kitchen table.
"Morning." Ryan smiled, sliding her a plate of toast.
Seth just grunted, looking very tired as he swirled his cereal around with his spoon. He looked up the stairs, then back at Marissa.
"Is Summer up?" He asked, doing a surprisingly good job of sounding casual.
"Yes, but she's not exactly a morning person. I think she's taking a shower or something." Marissa shrugged.
"Oh." Seth said simply, going back to stirring the cereal.
"So what do we do today?" Marissa asked as Ryan sat down with them.
"I was thinking just chill at the beach and go get dinner later tonight." Ryan suggested.
"Sounds like a plan." Marissa agreed amicably, and they both looked at Seth.
No reply.
"Uh…Seth? Thoughts?" Ryan prodded.
Seth jumped.
"Sorry, what?" He looked up blankly.
"Beach? Dinner? Sound like a plan?" Marissa explained.
"Sure, whatever." Seth shrugged, pouring his milk out in the sink and practically stomping up the stairs.
"Wow. I think I've discovered someone whose even worse than Summer in the mornings." Marissa commented, watching Seth go.
"He's been acting moody all morning." Ryan nodded, spreading butter on his toast.
"We have very surly best friends." Marissa said, smiling sadly.
"Oh, well. We can still have fun. I'm in a very good mood currently." Ryan grinned at her.
"Well, that's good. I'm not in a bad one either." Marissa took a bite of her toast, feeling suddenly very much like a morning person.
~*~
Seth reached the top of the stairs, sighing. The shower had just turned off. Great.
The bathroom door opened just as he reached his room.
"Seth." Summer said tentatively, standing there in nothing but a towel and looking the least bit self-conscious.
Seth opened the door to his room, blatantly ignoring her and really not feeling bad about it.
"Come on, you have to talk to me sometime." Summer said, following him.
"Really? Why is that?" Seth suddenly said, turning to face her.
"Because unless you really feel like telling Ryan and Marissa everything, we can't act all weird around them today!"
"Oh, of course, because all that really matters is your precious reputation." Seth said bitterly.
"Stop it. Don't twist my words around just because you're pissed off."
"Yeah, Summer, I am pretty pissed off. And you're not exactly helping right now!"
Summer took a deep breath, and Seth forced himself to keep looking only at her face. He was not going to get all…distracted and let her think that he wasn't mad anymore.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? All that stuff I said last night was completely out of line."
Seth feigned shock.
"Wow, a real apology? This must be a first for you."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. Apology accepted. Now go away."
"What do you want me to do here, Seth?" Summer said, frustrated.
"I know this is very confusing having a problem that daddy's money can't fix, but I'm not going to help you out here. Come talk to me when you actually have feelings. Oh wait-that would be never. So just don't talk to me."
"Come ON, Cohen! I said I was sorry, and I meant it. It'd be nice if I could just take back everything I said last night, but I can't! What else do you want?"
"You want to know what I want from you, Summer?"
Summer didn't reply, waiting.
"You really meant what you just said?"
She nodded.
Seth bit his lip slightly, looking down at her with a challenging expression.
"Then prove it."
And with that, he went back into his room.
~*~
I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation
And the games I have to play
With the things caught in my mind
I can't find the words to say
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
So don't go away, say what you say
But say that you'll stay
A/N- Well there you go! Chapter Four! Please leave me a review and let me know what ya'll thought!
Disclaimer- All characters from The O.C. belong to Fox and the lyrics at the end belong to Oasis' "Don't Go Away."
Chapter Four
Make It Right
~*~
Summer went back into the darkened bedroom, wiping the tear stains off her cheeks with the back of her hands as she crawled back into bed. This absolutely sucked. She looked over at her clock. 3:05 in the morning. Sighing, she rolled over with her face in her pillow. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried.
Summer suddenly realized she'd have to face Seth tomorrow, and under Ryan and Marissa's scrutiny. Joy. All she wanted was to be in her bed at home, and never have even come on this stupid road trip, and never have kissed Seth and started all of this.
Summer sighed. Okay, that wasn't exactly true.
~*~
Seth stomped back to his room, suddenly having the very strong urge to hit something very, very hard. He wasn't a very violent guy (that was more Ryan's territory) but right now he felt like punching something or breaking something or yelling or something along those lines.
But instead he decided to brood. He'd never really brooded before, but he was feeling very broody at the moment. So he flopped down in the window seat, and stared out at the softly falling rain. The waves on the beach were still having huge swells from the storm, and it created such a dark, intense scene that it only worsened his mood.
Okay, so brooding=not helping.
Maybe sleep would be better. But sleep would just make the morning come sooner. And THAT he was definitely not looking forward to.
~*~
"Summer! Geez, woman, get up!" Marissa giggled, shaking her best friend's shoulder.
"No." Summer said, her face still buried in her pillow.
"Ryan made cinnamon toast…" Marissa smiled, opening the door to the hallway so the smell of breakfast wafted up the room.
"Yes, because I eat carbs SO often." Summer mumbled.
"Oh, geez, not the pseudo-diet kick again. You only pull this when you don't want to go somewhere. What is the matter with you this morning?" Marissa looked at her with concern, opening the curtains just as Summer looked up.
"Hey, Coop, remember when I had corneas?" Summer groaned.
"Come ON!" Marissa rolled her eyes, practically dragging Summer out of bed.
"You go ahead. I'm going to shower."
"Fine, but I make no promises about there being toast left." Marissa grinned, finally leaving.
Summer looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, and grimaced. Her eyes were still swollen and a little bloodshot. Her hair was insane. If she had to face him this morning, it would not be looking like this.
~*~
"Morning, all!" Marissa chirped, plopping down at the kitchen table.
"Morning." Ryan smiled, sliding her a plate of toast.
Seth just grunted, looking very tired as he swirled his cereal around with his spoon. He looked up the stairs, then back at Marissa.
"Is Summer up?" He asked, doing a surprisingly good job of sounding casual.
"Yes, but she's not exactly a morning person. I think she's taking a shower or something." Marissa shrugged.
"Oh." Seth said simply, going back to stirring the cereal.
"So what do we do today?" Marissa asked as Ryan sat down with them.
"I was thinking just chill at the beach and go get dinner later tonight." Ryan suggested.
"Sounds like a plan." Marissa agreed amicably, and they both looked at Seth.
No reply.
"Uh…Seth? Thoughts?" Ryan prodded.
Seth jumped.
"Sorry, what?" He looked up blankly.
"Beach? Dinner? Sound like a plan?" Marissa explained.
"Sure, whatever." Seth shrugged, pouring his milk out in the sink and practically stomping up the stairs.
"Wow. I think I've discovered someone whose even worse than Summer in the mornings." Marissa commented, watching Seth go.
"He's been acting moody all morning." Ryan nodded, spreading butter on his toast.
"We have very surly best friends." Marissa said, smiling sadly.
"Oh, well. We can still have fun. I'm in a very good mood currently." Ryan grinned at her.
"Well, that's good. I'm not in a bad one either." Marissa took a bite of her toast, feeling suddenly very much like a morning person.
~*~
Seth reached the top of the stairs, sighing. The shower had just turned off. Great.
The bathroom door opened just as he reached his room.
"Seth." Summer said tentatively, standing there in nothing but a towel and looking the least bit self-conscious.
Seth opened the door to his room, blatantly ignoring her and really not feeling bad about it.
"Come on, you have to talk to me sometime." Summer said, following him.
"Really? Why is that?" Seth suddenly said, turning to face her.
"Because unless you really feel like telling Ryan and Marissa everything, we can't act all weird around them today!"
"Oh, of course, because all that really matters is your precious reputation." Seth said bitterly.
"Stop it. Don't twist my words around just because you're pissed off."
"Yeah, Summer, I am pretty pissed off. And you're not exactly helping right now!"
Summer took a deep breath, and Seth forced himself to keep looking only at her face. He was not going to get all…distracted and let her think that he wasn't mad anymore.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? All that stuff I said last night was completely out of line."
Seth feigned shock.
"Wow, a real apology? This must be a first for you."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. Apology accepted. Now go away."
"What do you want me to do here, Seth?" Summer said, frustrated.
"I know this is very confusing having a problem that daddy's money can't fix, but I'm not going to help you out here. Come talk to me when you actually have feelings. Oh wait-that would be never. So just don't talk to me."
"Come ON, Cohen! I said I was sorry, and I meant it. It'd be nice if I could just take back everything I said last night, but I can't! What else do you want?"
"You want to know what I want from you, Summer?"
Summer didn't reply, waiting.
"You really meant what you just said?"
She nodded.
Seth bit his lip slightly, looking down at her with a challenging expression.
"Then prove it."
And with that, he went back into his room.
~*~
I need more time
Just to make things right
Damn my situation
And the games I have to play
With the things caught in my mind
I can't find the words to say
All we seem to know is how to show
The feelings that are wrong
So don't go away, say what you say
But say that you'll stay
A/N- Well there you go! Chapter Four! Please leave me a review and let me know what ya'll thought!