Summer had never felt this uncomfortable in her life. She was
disoriented, and not in the usual way, facedown in the toilet after a night
of hard partying. She felt alone, scared, overwhelmed with emotion. And it
was all because of Seth Cohen. He made her feel like that little girl who
could barely read a poem in front of the other kids. She was so nervous
that day, and she was even more nervous now, sitting mere inches from him.
Her protective shield was falling down, and she started to panic. She
rubbed the temples of her forehead, furiously, while Seth channel surfed,
finally deciding upon the home shopping network, which only frustrated
Summer more. Who actually watches the home shopping network? They sell fake
gold rings and fat people clothes! Ew . . .
She glanced around at the living room walls, which seemed to mockingly cave in on her, pushing her closer and closer to Seth. Ok, what was wrong with her? She had to face facts. She liked Seth. But it was so out of character for her to become a pile of mush because of some boy. Even if he was the sweetest boy, who knew every little thing about her and lost final levels of dumb video games for her benefit. He's just another boy, she told herself. Sort of. Her eyes fell upon a group of pillows clustered by her side. She felt the urge to just fall back onto them, forgetting every crappy part of this day. Half the reason she had went to Coop's was to see her best friend, the other half was because staying home alone in that big creepy mansion was too depressing for her. And just when she was starting to enjoy staying in for a change, stupid Chino had to call and ruin it. And now she was here, alone, with the boy who made every guard she had spent so much time to build crumble, slowly. She went back to rubbing her forehead.
She tried her best to keep her eyes on the TV screen, where some Martha Stewart look alike was trying to sell barbeque forks. She let out a sigh, which sounded more like a cry for help to Seth. He instantly looked at her, placing his arm on her leg, gently.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, taking her hand from it's resting spot on her forehead.
With a delayed response, Summer flinched and stood up.
"God, Cohen. You don't have to use every noise I make as an excuse to touch me." She rolled her eyes, glancing at the pile of pillows. She grabbed a long, narrow red one with golden tassels. "This," she said as she sat back down, "is a barrier. Neither of us can cross it. Got it?" She crossed her arms and leaned back as she patted the pillow which she had settled between them.
Seth rolled his eyes in response, "Whatever floats your boat." Summer bit her lip, afraid that pillow wouldn't last very long. Why didn't she have any self control when it came to the powers of Seth Cohen?
Meanwhile, Ryan and Marissa had no barriers between them, especially their lips. Kissing had never felt so good with Luke. Kisses with him were meaningless, pointless. These kisses shared with Ryan were . . . electrifyingly hot. Their lips parted, but she yearned for his taste again.
"So," Ryan started, "Why was Summer screaming before?"
"Why are you thinking of Summer while we kiss?" She asked playfully.
"Well," He began, clearly embarrassed. "I was just thinking that maybe she might like Seth, which would be amazingly good for him."
"Why are you thinking of Seth while we kiss?" She asked again, poking his stomach as she sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head against his chest. His heart was beating abnormally fast, either from that heavy lip action or Marissa's playful suggestions. She lifted her head off him, her big blue eyes glaring up at his. She waited for a reply.
A simple look from Ryan explained all, and she laughed.
"I think it's so cute how you worry about your friend." She said, as Ryan sat down next to her.
"I think it's so cute how you pushed away yours." He laughed, but quickly ceased when Marissa's lips cracked into a frown.
"It was only so I could make out with you in private. But, you're right. Maybe I should go save Summer from the adoring stares of Seth." She got up and started to walk off towards the living room.
"You," Ryan said, grabbing her waist and pulling her down on top of him. "Aren't going anywhere." He kissed her bottom lip gently. "Besides, from what I heard, Summer doesn't need much saving." He pulled back, seeing Marissa's frown once again.
"She does," Marissa said, obviously worried about her friend, which only wanted Ryan to kiss her more. "I'm just not the one who can save her." She lifted her head back up to kiss Ryan's lips, silently praying that Seth and Summer were doing the same.
She glanced around at the living room walls, which seemed to mockingly cave in on her, pushing her closer and closer to Seth. Ok, what was wrong with her? She had to face facts. She liked Seth. But it was so out of character for her to become a pile of mush because of some boy. Even if he was the sweetest boy, who knew every little thing about her and lost final levels of dumb video games for her benefit. He's just another boy, she told herself. Sort of. Her eyes fell upon a group of pillows clustered by her side. She felt the urge to just fall back onto them, forgetting every crappy part of this day. Half the reason she had went to Coop's was to see her best friend, the other half was because staying home alone in that big creepy mansion was too depressing for her. And just when she was starting to enjoy staying in for a change, stupid Chino had to call and ruin it. And now she was here, alone, with the boy who made every guard she had spent so much time to build crumble, slowly. She went back to rubbing her forehead.
She tried her best to keep her eyes on the TV screen, where some Martha Stewart look alike was trying to sell barbeque forks. She let out a sigh, which sounded more like a cry for help to Seth. He instantly looked at her, placing his arm on her leg, gently.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, taking her hand from it's resting spot on her forehead.
With a delayed response, Summer flinched and stood up.
"God, Cohen. You don't have to use every noise I make as an excuse to touch me." She rolled her eyes, glancing at the pile of pillows. She grabbed a long, narrow red one with golden tassels. "This," she said as she sat back down, "is a barrier. Neither of us can cross it. Got it?" She crossed her arms and leaned back as she patted the pillow which she had settled between them.
Seth rolled his eyes in response, "Whatever floats your boat." Summer bit her lip, afraid that pillow wouldn't last very long. Why didn't she have any self control when it came to the powers of Seth Cohen?
Meanwhile, Ryan and Marissa had no barriers between them, especially their lips. Kissing had never felt so good with Luke. Kisses with him were meaningless, pointless. These kisses shared with Ryan were . . . electrifyingly hot. Their lips parted, but she yearned for his taste again.
"So," Ryan started, "Why was Summer screaming before?"
"Why are you thinking of Summer while we kiss?" She asked playfully.
"Well," He began, clearly embarrassed. "I was just thinking that maybe she might like Seth, which would be amazingly good for him."
"Why are you thinking of Seth while we kiss?" She asked again, poking his stomach as she sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head against his chest. His heart was beating abnormally fast, either from that heavy lip action or Marissa's playful suggestions. She lifted her head off him, her big blue eyes glaring up at his. She waited for a reply.
A simple look from Ryan explained all, and she laughed.
"I think it's so cute how you worry about your friend." She said, as Ryan sat down next to her.
"I think it's so cute how you pushed away yours." He laughed, but quickly ceased when Marissa's lips cracked into a frown.
"It was only so I could make out with you in private. But, you're right. Maybe I should go save Summer from the adoring stares of Seth." She got up and started to walk off towards the living room.
"You," Ryan said, grabbing her waist and pulling her down on top of him. "Aren't going anywhere." He kissed her bottom lip gently. "Besides, from what I heard, Summer doesn't need much saving." He pulled back, seeing Marissa's frown once again.
"She does," Marissa said, obviously worried about her friend, which only wanted Ryan to kiss her more. "I'm just not the one who can save her." She lifted her head back up to kiss Ryan's lips, silently praying that Seth and Summer were doing the same.