Summer's throat was starting to bother her, all of her muscles were
frozen, and her neck was starting to cramp up. And Seth smelled so damn
good. Oh god, ew. She shook the thought out of her hand. Thankfully, Cohen
had changed the channel, but to some weird cartoon where all their eyes
were really squinty. Summer didn't mind, she wasn't paying attention
either way. Although, the show was semi-interesting. It was kind of like
Dawson's creek, except it was animated and everyone was Korean.
"So," Summer said clearing her throat, "Is the girl with the really pretty dress in love with the guy with the blue hair?" Summer asked, trying hard not to look at Seth.
His lips cracked into a half-smile, "You're actually liking this?"
She glared back down at him, but couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "It's better then barbeque forks."
"Fair enough." Seth laughed, adjusting himself so he could face her, "The girl's in love with him, but he doesn't notice."
"Oh." Summer said, her face burning red. Why did she speak up? Things were going so well when she was quiet! "Why doesn't he notice her?"
"I really don't know." He said, dryly, turning his head back to the screen.
Summer felt a tiny ache in her heart. She knew that little comment was directed at her. She was trying desperately not to jump Seth Cohen at that very moment. Instead, I'll make him jump me, she said to herself. She knew that things would be oh so much more interesting if Seth made the first move, and knowing his skills are as slow as a turtle, she would have to spark up some confidence in the boy.
She pulled down her top, which had started to ride up while she was glued to the couch.
"I'm thirsty," She announced. Seth rolled his eyes, staring blankly at the screen. "I mean," She corrected herself in an attempt to sound nicer, "Can you get me a drink, Seth?" He smiled at her, standing up.
"Sure, Summer. I'm kind of parched myself." His smile made her want to melt.
"Oh, but I wouldn't go to the pool house kitchen if I were you. Ryan and Marissa are probably still swapping spit in there. Wouldn't want to disturb that suckfest now, would we?" She asked, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Oh, I know." Seth's face lit up. "They are so . . ." He stopped, searching for something to finish his thought.
"Ew?" Summer offered and Seth smiled.
"Yeah, definitely." He laughed. "Well, that's ok, because being the well prepared guy I am, I have my handy mini fridge here."
Summer looked at him quizzically as he walked over to a small black box by the TV. He opened it and she quickly realized he wasn't kidding about the mini fridge. She laughed as he grabbed two cokes and sat back down next to her.
"Why on earth do you have a mini fridge?" She asked, sliding closer to him instantly. She barely realized she was doing it, as she was doing it. It was like, instinct.
"So when I bring my hot girlfriend back here, I don't have to go far for a midnight snack." Seth said, nonchalantly, opening up a can of coke and handing it to Summer. "Um, earth to Summer!" He said, holding the coke out.
"You have a girlfriend?" Summer asked, her throat buckling up the words. The extreme jealousy in her voice was overriding all her emotions at this time, and she felt a rage blackout coming about.
"No. I was kidding." Seth said, placing the can in her hand. She breathed out a sigh of relief and he raised his eyebrow at her, "Why?"
"No reason."
"There so is a reason." He took a sip of his coke.
"There so isn't a reason, Cohen." She took a sip as well, the cold stream of carbonation feeling good against her red cheeks.
"Then explain why you're as red as a tomato." He sniped.
"I . . ." She stammered, slowly regaining composure. "I was just wondering what girl would go out with the likes of you." She smiled at her tiny insult.
"Right." He rolled his eyes, facing the screen again. Dammit, why did they have to go through these cycles? First she's nice, then she's even flirting, and then she's a straight out bitch. He hated mind games.
"Sorry." She whispered, too low for him to hear. But he heard, after all, he did have super hearing. And he knew that Summer wasn't that unhappy to be with him right here. He had to make a move, and fast, before the cycle started again.
"Ryan. . ." Marissa cooed into his ear.
"Yeah, Cooper?" He said, as he leaned against the wall. They were trying to see what Summer and Seth were up too, which apparently, by the pillow between them, was nothing.
"Is the pillow between them or are they on the pillow?" Marissa whispered.
"Um," Ryan peeked again into the living room. "Definitely between them. Separating them, actually."
Marissa sighed unhappily, "Well how can they get to know each other if they have a freakin' pillow between them?" She bit her lip.
Ryan flashed a comforting smile, drawing her close to him. "It's not that big of a pillow."
"I wonder if we should go break in?" Marissa asked, and Ryan shook his head quickly. "I mean, you can take Seth away and give the little guy some motivation. Ya know, guy talk!" Marissa's eyes lit up at the idea of being matchmaker.
"Uh-huh. And you'll tell Summer to relax? And then we can force them together in a really uncomfortable situation and watch the sparks fly in all sorts of directions, until Summer ends up yelling at the little guy. And then tomorrow both of us can hear all about it from each of them." He salted this all with heavy sarcasm, causing Marissa's smile to wilt. "Sounds like a good plan, Marissa."
"Ok, I don't know if I can't stand much more of Summer's constant stream of Seth complaints." She groaned, leading him back to the kitchen.
"You? What about Seth chewing my ear off about Summer? It's almost torture."
"Almost?" Marissa sat down, scooping Ryan's hands into hers.
"So, what now?" Ryan asked, licking his lips.
"How about . . ." Marissa leaned in, licking her own lips as well.
"Well, I was referring to the old couple in the living room, but . . ." He didn't have a chance to even finish that sentence as Marissa leaned in further, crashing her lips against his, and who was he to stop her?
"I'm so tired." Summer fake yawned and stretched her arms out.
"It's nine thirty." Seth said dryly, shutting the TV off. Watching anime wasn't as fun when Summer kept interrupting. Not that he could concentrate on anything when Summer was involved.
"It feels like it's been hours already." Summer chided.
"Sorry it's been so horrible for you, princess." Seth snapped, dropping the remote on the TV and turning to her. God, she looked beautiful.
She ignored his comment, "I should call my dad and let him know I left the house. Can I use your phone?"
"Here." He handed her the portable, their fingertips buzzed with sparks as he passed it to her. Chills went down her spine as she dialed her dad's cell phone number. Him and the step-mom had gone out for dinner, and knowing them they would be out until the early morning.
"Hello?" Her dad's voice rang out. Seth's phone was on pretty loud, and Seth could hear Summer's dad's words perfectly. He picked up his can of coke, pretending to be completely interested in the ingredients of Coca Cola.
"Hi Daddy!" Summer said excitedly, forcing Seth to curve his lips into a smile.
"Who is this?" Summer's dad asked sternly, his voice unsteady. He was drunk, thought Summer. Figures, but it still made her heart drop.
"Your only daughter, Summer." She took a deep breath, fighting back tears. The only reason she was letting herself get weepy was because she was having her period. Damn hormones.
"Oh." Long silence followed. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm at the Cohen's house. Oh, and I wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow night." She perked up a little, remembering how her father promised her a night devoted to only her, no evil stepmother around.
"Oh." Again with the silence. "I have plans with Nicole tomorrow night."
"But, you're with Nicole right now." Her voice trailed off as she wiped her eyes.
Seth stared blankly at the coke can, placing it down onto the table. He looked over at Summer. Her face had become pale as white, and her eyes were glossy and starting to tear.
"Yeah, and I'll be with her tomorrow night. Sorry, sweetie." Seth watched Summer's eyes well up and he just wanted to hug her.
"Well, that's ok." Summer wiped her eyes again. "I'll just hang with Coop."
"Good. Oh, sweetie, I have to go. Nicole needs me."
"Oh, ok. Bye, daddy. I . . ." But it was too late, as the line clicked. Summer choked back tears, "love you. . ." She shut the phone off and put it in the table, rubbing her eyes softly with her fingertips, trying to force the tears to stop.
"Summer," Seth started, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. He was still a little afraid she would attack him. He rubbed her back softly, and she looked up at him, her eyes red and tearstained. No one had ever seen her like this, not even Marissa. She glared at his arm, stretched across her and onto her back and he lifted his arm up, carefully. "Sorry, I forgot the no crossing the pillow rule." Both their eyes went to the pillow and she placed her hand on it.
"Forget the pillow." She shoved it off the couch and shifted over to Seth, laying her head on his lap. The tears came faster now and she felt like she could no longer breathe.
Seth felt the same way too, as he stroked Summer's dark hair, trying to comfort her in any way he can. She stood up, lifting her head to face his.
"Bathroom?" She asked, through tears.
"Down the hall." He smiled, wiping a tear from her face.
She nodded and started towards the hall, but quickly turned. She stared at Seth viciously almost, and impulsively ran to his side. She hugged him and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"Thanks." She said, graciously, before turning around towards the bathroom. As soon as she was out of site, Seth could breath again.
"You're welcome."
"So," Summer said clearing her throat, "Is the girl with the really pretty dress in love with the guy with the blue hair?" Summer asked, trying hard not to look at Seth.
His lips cracked into a half-smile, "You're actually liking this?"
She glared back down at him, but couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "It's better then barbeque forks."
"Fair enough." Seth laughed, adjusting himself so he could face her, "The girl's in love with him, but he doesn't notice."
"Oh." Summer said, her face burning red. Why did she speak up? Things were going so well when she was quiet! "Why doesn't he notice her?"
"I really don't know." He said, dryly, turning his head back to the screen.
Summer felt a tiny ache in her heart. She knew that little comment was directed at her. She was trying desperately not to jump Seth Cohen at that very moment. Instead, I'll make him jump me, she said to herself. She knew that things would be oh so much more interesting if Seth made the first move, and knowing his skills are as slow as a turtle, she would have to spark up some confidence in the boy.
She pulled down her top, which had started to ride up while she was glued to the couch.
"I'm thirsty," She announced. Seth rolled his eyes, staring blankly at the screen. "I mean," She corrected herself in an attempt to sound nicer, "Can you get me a drink, Seth?" He smiled at her, standing up.
"Sure, Summer. I'm kind of parched myself." His smile made her want to melt.
"Oh, but I wouldn't go to the pool house kitchen if I were you. Ryan and Marissa are probably still swapping spit in there. Wouldn't want to disturb that suckfest now, would we?" She asked, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Oh, I know." Seth's face lit up. "They are so . . ." He stopped, searching for something to finish his thought.
"Ew?" Summer offered and Seth smiled.
"Yeah, definitely." He laughed. "Well, that's ok, because being the well prepared guy I am, I have my handy mini fridge here."
Summer looked at him quizzically as he walked over to a small black box by the TV. He opened it and she quickly realized he wasn't kidding about the mini fridge. She laughed as he grabbed two cokes and sat back down next to her.
"Why on earth do you have a mini fridge?" She asked, sliding closer to him instantly. She barely realized she was doing it, as she was doing it. It was like, instinct.
"So when I bring my hot girlfriend back here, I don't have to go far for a midnight snack." Seth said, nonchalantly, opening up a can of coke and handing it to Summer. "Um, earth to Summer!" He said, holding the coke out.
"You have a girlfriend?" Summer asked, her throat buckling up the words. The extreme jealousy in her voice was overriding all her emotions at this time, and she felt a rage blackout coming about.
"No. I was kidding." Seth said, placing the can in her hand. She breathed out a sigh of relief and he raised his eyebrow at her, "Why?"
"No reason."
"There so is a reason." He took a sip of his coke.
"There so isn't a reason, Cohen." She took a sip as well, the cold stream of carbonation feeling good against her red cheeks.
"Then explain why you're as red as a tomato." He sniped.
"I . . ." She stammered, slowly regaining composure. "I was just wondering what girl would go out with the likes of you." She smiled at her tiny insult.
"Right." He rolled his eyes, facing the screen again. Dammit, why did they have to go through these cycles? First she's nice, then she's even flirting, and then she's a straight out bitch. He hated mind games.
"Sorry." She whispered, too low for him to hear. But he heard, after all, he did have super hearing. And he knew that Summer wasn't that unhappy to be with him right here. He had to make a move, and fast, before the cycle started again.
"Ryan. . ." Marissa cooed into his ear.
"Yeah, Cooper?" He said, as he leaned against the wall. They were trying to see what Summer and Seth were up too, which apparently, by the pillow between them, was nothing.
"Is the pillow between them or are they on the pillow?" Marissa whispered.
"Um," Ryan peeked again into the living room. "Definitely between them. Separating them, actually."
Marissa sighed unhappily, "Well how can they get to know each other if they have a freakin' pillow between them?" She bit her lip.
Ryan flashed a comforting smile, drawing her close to him. "It's not that big of a pillow."
"I wonder if we should go break in?" Marissa asked, and Ryan shook his head quickly. "I mean, you can take Seth away and give the little guy some motivation. Ya know, guy talk!" Marissa's eyes lit up at the idea of being matchmaker.
"Uh-huh. And you'll tell Summer to relax? And then we can force them together in a really uncomfortable situation and watch the sparks fly in all sorts of directions, until Summer ends up yelling at the little guy. And then tomorrow both of us can hear all about it from each of them." He salted this all with heavy sarcasm, causing Marissa's smile to wilt. "Sounds like a good plan, Marissa."
"Ok, I don't know if I can't stand much more of Summer's constant stream of Seth complaints." She groaned, leading him back to the kitchen.
"You? What about Seth chewing my ear off about Summer? It's almost torture."
"Almost?" Marissa sat down, scooping Ryan's hands into hers.
"So, what now?" Ryan asked, licking his lips.
"How about . . ." Marissa leaned in, licking her own lips as well.
"Well, I was referring to the old couple in the living room, but . . ." He didn't have a chance to even finish that sentence as Marissa leaned in further, crashing her lips against his, and who was he to stop her?
"I'm so tired." Summer fake yawned and stretched her arms out.
"It's nine thirty." Seth said dryly, shutting the TV off. Watching anime wasn't as fun when Summer kept interrupting. Not that he could concentrate on anything when Summer was involved.
"It feels like it's been hours already." Summer chided.
"Sorry it's been so horrible for you, princess." Seth snapped, dropping the remote on the TV and turning to her. God, she looked beautiful.
She ignored his comment, "I should call my dad and let him know I left the house. Can I use your phone?"
"Here." He handed her the portable, their fingertips buzzed with sparks as he passed it to her. Chills went down her spine as she dialed her dad's cell phone number. Him and the step-mom had gone out for dinner, and knowing them they would be out until the early morning.
"Hello?" Her dad's voice rang out. Seth's phone was on pretty loud, and Seth could hear Summer's dad's words perfectly. He picked up his can of coke, pretending to be completely interested in the ingredients of Coca Cola.
"Hi Daddy!" Summer said excitedly, forcing Seth to curve his lips into a smile.
"Who is this?" Summer's dad asked sternly, his voice unsteady. He was drunk, thought Summer. Figures, but it still made her heart drop.
"Your only daughter, Summer." She took a deep breath, fighting back tears. The only reason she was letting herself get weepy was because she was having her period. Damn hormones.
"Oh." Long silence followed. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm at the Cohen's house. Oh, and I wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow night." She perked up a little, remembering how her father promised her a night devoted to only her, no evil stepmother around.
"Oh." Again with the silence. "I have plans with Nicole tomorrow night."
"But, you're with Nicole right now." Her voice trailed off as she wiped her eyes.
Seth stared blankly at the coke can, placing it down onto the table. He looked over at Summer. Her face had become pale as white, and her eyes were glossy and starting to tear.
"Yeah, and I'll be with her tomorrow night. Sorry, sweetie." Seth watched Summer's eyes well up and he just wanted to hug her.
"Well, that's ok." Summer wiped her eyes again. "I'll just hang with Coop."
"Good. Oh, sweetie, I have to go. Nicole needs me."
"Oh, ok. Bye, daddy. I . . ." But it was too late, as the line clicked. Summer choked back tears, "love you. . ." She shut the phone off and put it in the table, rubbing her eyes softly with her fingertips, trying to force the tears to stop.
"Summer," Seth started, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. He was still a little afraid she would attack him. He rubbed her back softly, and she looked up at him, her eyes red and tearstained. No one had ever seen her like this, not even Marissa. She glared at his arm, stretched across her and onto her back and he lifted his arm up, carefully. "Sorry, I forgot the no crossing the pillow rule." Both their eyes went to the pillow and she placed her hand on it.
"Forget the pillow." She shoved it off the couch and shifted over to Seth, laying her head on his lap. The tears came faster now and she felt like she could no longer breathe.
Seth felt the same way too, as he stroked Summer's dark hair, trying to comfort her in any way he can. She stood up, lifting her head to face his.
"Bathroom?" She asked, through tears.
"Down the hall." He smiled, wiping a tear from her face.
She nodded and started towards the hall, but quickly turned. She stared at Seth viciously almost, and impulsively ran to his side. She hugged him and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"Thanks." She said, graciously, before turning around towards the bathroom. As soon as she was out of site, Seth could breath again.
"You're welcome."