"You're late." Ryan said, his eyes focusing in on Marissa's.
"Don't you know that's the fashionable thing to do, Atwood?" Marissa chimed, giving a sideways glance to Summer, who was staring at her feet.
Actually, Summer wasn't directly staring at her feet, but from the corners of her eyes, staring at Seth who was still concentrating on his video game.
"So," Ryan said, looking back at Seth. "Hold on." He slapped the back of Seth's head lightly with his palm and Seth looked up. He paused the video game and got to his feet quickly, smiling at Summer.
"Sorry, I," He looked down at Summer, who still had her head down. "Um, I was on the last level. It's really hard to beat."
"It's ok." Marissa smiled, just happy to be in Ryan's prescence. By the way Summer had been acting, she wasn't sure if they were ever going to get here.
Seth eyed Summer a little longer, and it made her even more uncomfortable then she already was. She felt anxious, nervous, excited, and angry all at the same time. Huge wads of saliva were swelling in the back of her throat and she blurted out into the silence, "I'm thirsty."
"Is water ok, princess?" Ryan asked, rolling his eyes, slightly.
Summer simply nodded and geared her eyes back to her feet. Ryan started off for the kitchen as Marissa took an opportunity to follow.
"I'll help." Marissa squeezed Summer's arm, flashed her a big thank you smile, and ran after Ryan. Summer was starting to feel queasy and now she was all alone with him.
"So," Seth began, still staring at her. "Are you ok?"
Summer didn't say anything and walked past Seth, barely acknowledging his presence and sat down on the end of the couch. She picked at her nail, the other hand clutching her stomach. These weren't her usual cramps, this was a new feeling. It was her nerves. She didn't even think she could be nervous!
Seth shrugged and went back to his PS2. He picked up the controller, looking back at Summer once, shrugged again, and resumed his game. Summer rolled her eyes. It's only one hour, she kept reminding herself, the pains in her stomach becoming stronger.
"Seth," Summer stood up, shakily. "Where's your bathroom?" Seth looked up at her, a sense of worry glazing over his face. He dropped the controller and went to her side.
"Come on, I'll show you." He grabbed her arm, softly, but firmly. Summer's instinct was to pull away, but her decisions were so obviously clouded by her insane stomach pains. The thing was, when he touched her, her stomach stopped, at a halt. Liking Seth Cohen was making her physically ill.
"Never mind." She said, surprising even herself.
"You sure?" He blushed, self conscious that he was still holding her arm.
"Yeah, I feel better now." She slipped back onto the couch, crossing her legs.
"Oh." Seth said, sitting next to her. Too close for comfort, Summer thought. But yet she felt completely comfortable, as her leg gently grazed his. Her heart raced as he took off his sweatshirt, leaving him in one of those cute tight tee shirts that she secretly loved. "By the way, I haven't played with Pokemon cards since like, the 5th grade."
Summer looked at him questioningly. How did he know?
"Super hearing." Seth answered her question. "Something I picked up along the way of being completely ignored by you."
Summer could feel her face warming up, and knew that a red blush was forming. She stood up abruptly, "What the hell is taking so long?" She glared at Seth for an answer, placing her hands on her hips. She needed an escape.
Seth shrugged and returned to his game, which already had a big flashing "YOU LOSE" screen. Summer winced at the thought. Video games were to Seth what Shopping was to Summer, and he had lost because she had a stomachache. She found it so endearing, but nauseating all at the same time. She had to get out of there. She stormed off towards the kitchen, calling out, "Chino, you better not be contaminating my. . ."
But her jaw dropped as she came upon Ryan and Marissa, who were up on the wall, making out to the fullest. EW!
"On second thought," Summer shuddered. "I'm not that thirsty anymore."
Marissa grabbed Summer's arm and started off towards the living room, where the familiar tune of Seth's video game was playing. They stopped midway between the kitchen, where Ryan sat, licking his lips, and the living room, where Seth tried desperately to not think about Summer while he played PS2.
"Summer, I'm asking for one hour. ONE HOUR."
"I just wanted some H20, Coop. How was I supposed to know you two would be macking?" She whined. Don't make me go back to him, she begged Marissa telepathically.
"Come on," Marissa pushed her towards the living room. Obviously, Marissa wasn't getting her signals. Summer stood her ground.
"Don't make me," She whispered. But her voice sounded scared, which only made Marissa push Summer harder, as that now irritating smile returned to her lips.
"He's just a boy, Summer."
"He's not just a boy!" Summer shrieked, breathing heavily. Marissa blinked at her, in shock. Summer then realized that the constant buzz of video game music was now lowered, barely audible. He was listening.
"Sorry, I'm really frustrated." Summer whispered.
Marissa nodded in understanding. "One hour, ok?" Marissa pouted, knowing Summer would let her guard down.
"Fine." Summer surrendered once again. "One hour." She hugged Marissa quickly and led herself back to the living room.
"If I'm not a boy, then what am I, exactly?" Seth asked, shutting off his video games.
Summer rolled her eyes, "Excuse me, who said I was talking about you?"
"I believe I did." He snapped, moving in closer to her.
"Uh, whatever Cohen. Listen, the only reason I'm here right now with you is because Coop wants some alone time with Chino." She lowered her eyes, threatingly.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Summer. One day, you'll realize you can resist my oozing charm." He flashed her a smile that melted her heart and she just grinned back.
"One day." She said, sitting down on the couch, leaving Seth bewildered. He wasn't expecting that from her at all, and she knew that.
"Don't you know that's the fashionable thing to do, Atwood?" Marissa chimed, giving a sideways glance to Summer, who was staring at her feet.
Actually, Summer wasn't directly staring at her feet, but from the corners of her eyes, staring at Seth who was still concentrating on his video game.
"So," Ryan said, looking back at Seth. "Hold on." He slapped the back of Seth's head lightly with his palm and Seth looked up. He paused the video game and got to his feet quickly, smiling at Summer.
"Sorry, I," He looked down at Summer, who still had her head down. "Um, I was on the last level. It's really hard to beat."
"It's ok." Marissa smiled, just happy to be in Ryan's prescence. By the way Summer had been acting, she wasn't sure if they were ever going to get here.
Seth eyed Summer a little longer, and it made her even more uncomfortable then she already was. She felt anxious, nervous, excited, and angry all at the same time. Huge wads of saliva were swelling in the back of her throat and she blurted out into the silence, "I'm thirsty."
"Is water ok, princess?" Ryan asked, rolling his eyes, slightly.
Summer simply nodded and geared her eyes back to her feet. Ryan started off for the kitchen as Marissa took an opportunity to follow.
"I'll help." Marissa squeezed Summer's arm, flashed her a big thank you smile, and ran after Ryan. Summer was starting to feel queasy and now she was all alone with him.
"So," Seth began, still staring at her. "Are you ok?"
Summer didn't say anything and walked past Seth, barely acknowledging his presence and sat down on the end of the couch. She picked at her nail, the other hand clutching her stomach. These weren't her usual cramps, this was a new feeling. It was her nerves. She didn't even think she could be nervous!
Seth shrugged and went back to his PS2. He picked up the controller, looking back at Summer once, shrugged again, and resumed his game. Summer rolled her eyes. It's only one hour, she kept reminding herself, the pains in her stomach becoming stronger.
"Seth," Summer stood up, shakily. "Where's your bathroom?" Seth looked up at her, a sense of worry glazing over his face. He dropped the controller and went to her side.
"Come on, I'll show you." He grabbed her arm, softly, but firmly. Summer's instinct was to pull away, but her decisions were so obviously clouded by her insane stomach pains. The thing was, when he touched her, her stomach stopped, at a halt. Liking Seth Cohen was making her physically ill.
"Never mind." She said, surprising even herself.
"You sure?" He blushed, self conscious that he was still holding her arm.
"Yeah, I feel better now." She slipped back onto the couch, crossing her legs.
"Oh." Seth said, sitting next to her. Too close for comfort, Summer thought. But yet she felt completely comfortable, as her leg gently grazed his. Her heart raced as he took off his sweatshirt, leaving him in one of those cute tight tee shirts that she secretly loved. "By the way, I haven't played with Pokemon cards since like, the 5th grade."
Summer looked at him questioningly. How did he know?
"Super hearing." Seth answered her question. "Something I picked up along the way of being completely ignored by you."
Summer could feel her face warming up, and knew that a red blush was forming. She stood up abruptly, "What the hell is taking so long?" She glared at Seth for an answer, placing her hands on her hips. She needed an escape.
Seth shrugged and returned to his game, which already had a big flashing "YOU LOSE" screen. Summer winced at the thought. Video games were to Seth what Shopping was to Summer, and he had lost because she had a stomachache. She found it so endearing, but nauseating all at the same time. She had to get out of there. She stormed off towards the kitchen, calling out, "Chino, you better not be contaminating my. . ."
But her jaw dropped as she came upon Ryan and Marissa, who were up on the wall, making out to the fullest. EW!
"On second thought," Summer shuddered. "I'm not that thirsty anymore."
Marissa grabbed Summer's arm and started off towards the living room, where the familiar tune of Seth's video game was playing. They stopped midway between the kitchen, where Ryan sat, licking his lips, and the living room, where Seth tried desperately to not think about Summer while he played PS2.
"Summer, I'm asking for one hour. ONE HOUR."
"I just wanted some H20, Coop. How was I supposed to know you two would be macking?" She whined. Don't make me go back to him, she begged Marissa telepathically.
"Come on," Marissa pushed her towards the living room. Obviously, Marissa wasn't getting her signals. Summer stood her ground.
"Don't make me," She whispered. But her voice sounded scared, which only made Marissa push Summer harder, as that now irritating smile returned to her lips.
"He's just a boy, Summer."
"He's not just a boy!" Summer shrieked, breathing heavily. Marissa blinked at her, in shock. Summer then realized that the constant buzz of video game music was now lowered, barely audible. He was listening.
"Sorry, I'm really frustrated." Summer whispered.
Marissa nodded in understanding. "One hour, ok?" Marissa pouted, knowing Summer would let her guard down.
"Fine." Summer surrendered once again. "One hour." She hugged Marissa quickly and led herself back to the living room.
"If I'm not a boy, then what am I, exactly?" Seth asked, shutting off his video games.
Summer rolled her eyes, "Excuse me, who said I was talking about you?"
"I believe I did." He snapped, moving in closer to her.
"Uh, whatever Cohen. Listen, the only reason I'm here right now with you is because Coop wants some alone time with Chino." She lowered her eyes, threatingly.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Summer. One day, you'll realize you can resist my oozing charm." He flashed her a smile that melted her heart and she just grinned back.
"One day." She said, sitting down on the couch, leaving Seth bewildered. He wasn't expecting that from her at all, and she knew that.