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It had been a tiresome two weeks, Summer thought, looking at the blonde across the table from her. Sure he had gorgeous blue eyes and a proper tan, but he also didn't know his right hand from his left.
With a sudden burst of inspiration, Summer had called a few of the guys that she had met on the beach. Well, seven, actually. They were all so... blah.
Parker had tried to get into her pants after the first date, something that Summer had not been in the mood to tolerate. Scott was practically a genius, but the problem was that he knew it all too well. It was all that he had wanted to discuss.
She knew that everyone had flaws, but it wasn't just that. They were boring. They couldn't counter her sarcasm, couldn't keep their hands to themselves, and certainly couldn't meet her standards.
Seven first dates had quickly turned into seven last dates.
After she was dropped off by Blonde Guy, who she never planned to see again, she gave Marissa a ring.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Coop, but most of them are retarded."
"I'll write that down," Marissa laughed. "Are we going for lucky number eight?"
"Why bother? I was never big on relationships anyway."
"Very true."
When Summer hung up the phone, she was still feeling alone. True, she'd always liked being single, but everybody deserved to have someone. Maybe she had always avoided relationships because she had constantly been in contact with guys like her recent seven.
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"Sourdough is definitely my favorite bread," Dawn informed him, making her sandwich. Seth nodded as she launched into a monologue about food.
He squirted some mustard on his bread and began to tune her out. He was getting pretty good at that. Dawn was beautiful and sweet, but, well.... Seth gave an inward sigh.
She never shut up.
It wasn't just that she liked to talk. Seth could deal with that. After all, he had been known to rant and ramble continuously. He liked people that he could hold a conversation with, but this was a little much.
He took a bite of his sandwich and studied her. He didn't doubt that she was absolutely adorable or smart, or that she made him feel good when she gave him attention. He was just very aware of the fact that he knew a lot more about her than she knew about him.
It had only been two weeks, but they had fallen into a pattern already. They would go out and eat or something, Dawn would talk for a while, and they would make out. Repeat.
"So Miracle Whip is a lot better than mayonnaise," she finished, smiling at him.
"Gotcha." Just watching her talk wore him out.
They watched a movie while they ate, then she leaned against him. He saw her next line a mile away, and was tempted to say it on cue with her. It was like quoting a movie that you've seen twenty times.
"You wanna make out?" She asked in his ear.
"Actually," he stood up, pulling himself away from her, "I'm not feeling so good."
Seth wasn't the best of liars, and she could read the reservations in his eyes.
"Okay," she said slowly, frowning a little.
"I'll call you tomorrow." He kissed her quickly on the forehead, showing himself out the door.
Naturally, he turned to Ryan as soon as he got home.
"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted.
"Is it just the talking?" Ryan asked.
"That's part of it. And the routine. And the fact that I know what she dreamed about last night, and she doesn't even know my favorite movie."
"Ouch."
"I know, it's bad."
"Well, don't stay with her just to stay with her," Ryan said. "Make sure you have a reason."
"I'll have to sleep on it."
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"You'd better get ready," Sandy frowned disapprovingly as Seth conquered an evil ninja.
"One sec," he said, his eyes unblinking against the glare from the television.
"Seth."
"Alright, alright. At least in the game I can kill all of the wicked. In real life I get to go mingle with them."
He dressed quickly into his pinstripe suit, slipping on his tie easily. He had been tying them since first grade, but he never got used to these get- togethers. They still made him feel awkward.
It was Dawn's father's birthday, and he had been secretly relieved when she hadn't been able to come to the country club dinner. That day he still hadn't figured anything else out about how he felt about her.
Ryan was beaming as the four of them rode to the dinner. Seth rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you are so obvious."
Ryan shrugged, not about to argue.
Everyone who was anyone in Newport was going to be at this party. Luckily for Ryan that included Marissa, and, unluckily for Seth, that included Summer. Just a month ago it would have been impossible for him to imagine the dread in the pit of his stomach that he was feeling at the prospect of being in the same room with her.
He'd heard about her particularly active two weeks from Ryan, who had heard it from Marissa. Ryan wasn't exactly the type to go on about those things, but Seth had dragged it out of him. Call it self-inflicted pain. He prayed that she would be alone tonight; he didn't feel like watching her hang on some yuppy.
The dinner reminded him of Thanksgiving dinner with the family, what with the kids' tables and everyone pretending to like each other. It all got old pretty fast.
He spotted her immediately in a black dress, sitting with Marissa. Ryan gave Seth one of his meaningful, loaded looks. Seth sighed and nodded, and Ryan went to join them. Seth hesitated, then followed.
It didn't really occur to him that he could have sat by himself or with his parents, that he didn't have to hang out with Ryan, but maybe that was because he didn't want it to.
"Ladies," he said hollowly, sitting down. Though there was no awkward silence, seeing as Marissa and Ryan began talking immediately, it was still awkward. Summer was staring stiffly into space and Seth was jiggling his leg nervously under the table.
Finally he wasn't able to take it anymore, and broke the silence between them.
"So how have you been?"
"Fine."
He'd hit a dead end, but at least he had tried. No big deal: he hadn't been too thrilled to talk with her either.
Summer excused herself, walking outside to one of the deserted balconies. She just wanted to be alone, out from under Cohen's glances. She heard the door close and saw him. Damn.
He wasn't sure why he had followed her outside, but he was burning with anger.
"Can we just get this all out into the open, because I'm really sick of this," he said, his voice full of frustration.
"Where should we begin?" She crossed her arms defensively. "No, screw that. What's the point? Go talk to your girlfriend if you want a real heart to heart."
"I don't understand why it should even bother you that I'm with Dawn." It felt weird saying her name.
"It doesn't bother me, Seth. I don't give a damn, trust me."
"Which is why you went on a dating spree of your own lately," he added sardonically.
"Don't flatter yourself. That had nothing to do with you, and it's really none of your business."
He stepped towards her. "Fine. Then why are you pulling this crap if you don't care that I'm dating someone?"
"Is it some rule that I have to like you or something? And what about you, not answering my phone calls? Yeah, real decent on your part."
"I didn't want to accidentally call you while you were in public," he mocked. "What would all your friends think?"
"I do whatever I want." She glared at him.
"Yeah, apparently," he rolled his eyes.
"Don't be such a smart ass." His eyes met her again, and she saw something besides the exasperation and anger.
He looked miserable.
After everything that had happened, and his new girlfriend, she hadn't really entertained the thought that he still liked her. She hadn't allowed herself to figure out what she felt for him past the bitterness and annoyance.
He saw the look on her face change, soften. She looked as though she were trying to figure him out.
The theme of their relationship seemed to be impulse. He took another step forward and kissed her, hard. She felt the intensity of his kiss and responded, not allowing any other option to enter her head. There was still anger; they could both feel it.
They stared at each other for a second after their lips had pulled apart, breathing heavily.
"I hate you," she said, her breath warm against his mouth.
"That's okay."
She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again with the same force.
When they separated next, Summer took a little step backward.
"You have a girlfriend," she said, as though just remembering the fact herself.
Seth knew that he could never feel that way when he was kissing Dawn. Not even close.
"Let's go inside," she gave an ironic, wan half-smile and led the way.
"Summer." He stopped her. "Are you.... I mean, would you be, you know, embarrassed of me?"
"Why should I be?" She asked dismissively, walking inside with him. Her head was still spinning from the kisses, but she also didn't want to say anything too binding. She had already put enough of herself out there.
"So, are we okay?" Seth asked her. "Or at least civil?" He was as confused as she was.
"I suppose." He saw a quick half-smile on her face.
Ryan and Marissa gave them weird looks when they returned, not arguing or ignoring each other. Summer didn't blame them..
"They make awfully judgmental faces, considering they've been through more drama than anyone," Seth pointed out as the two began to dance.
"Tell me about it," Summer sighed. "Now dance with me, I'm tired of sitting here."
"Aye aye," Seth stood and offered her his arm.
She liked dancing with Seth, how easily it was for them. She knew that he must have been doing this since he was little, just like her. He danced her coolly around the floor, shooting her random little smiles.
He was still hurt, but he didn't want to be upset with her anymore. Seth was enjoying leading her through the room. It occurred to him that she was dancing with him in public, but he decided not to mention it. No need to remind her.
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Seth had looked so hot in that suit.
Summer couldn't shake the thought from her mind, nor did she have any strong urge to do so. The kiss from the previous night was also ingrained in her mind, loitering on her lips. Damn him.
She stood up and stretched a little, feeling rejuvenated. She had been going about everything all wrong. She had cried over him, pleaded with him over the phone, and acted all around desperate.
That was NOT the Summer Roberts way of doing things.
She was demanding and to the point, not vulnerable and lost.
She picked up her phone and dialed Seth, feeling determined.
"Hello?"
"Seth, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure."
"I'm supposed to hang out with Marissa tonight, but my dad and step-mom are out of town. Give me a ride?"
"Yeah sure. Uh, what time?"
"Is seven okay? You can come hang out with us if you want, we're just watching a movie."
"Yeah, seven. Sounds good."
She hung up with a satisfied smirk.
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Ryan was watching him as he fumbled to put his shoes on, feeling nervous.
"So you're just giving her a ride?"
"Yeah."
"Hm."
"Do you want to come?" Seth suddenly realized. "I mean, Marissa will be there too."
"No, I'm good." Ryan didn't want to interfere with whatever was going on with Seth and Summer. "Maybe I'll walk next door in a while."
Seth suddenly began feeling nervous as he pulled into her driveway. Even after years of watching her, he still couldn't predict Summer all of the time.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. Quick panic flooded through him. Had she stood him up?
After a few minutes he timidly opened the door, stepping inside. "Summer?"
"I can't find my shoes!" She whined from upstairs. Sighing, he trotted up the stairs and found his way to her room. She was sitting near the closet, surrounded by shoes, sorting through them. He laughed at her and she jumped a little.
"It's just me and Marissa. I think you'll be okay." He extended a hand and helped her up.
"Fine," she grinned and began kicking shoes back into the closet.
He watched her for a second, then it suddenly came out.
"I broke up with her."
Summer froze, trying to keep her composition. "Oh," she said, barely audible.
He kept quiet, wanting to let her decide how to take that. She eyed him for a minute, still trying to figure it out. Then she remembered her resolve and determination. She remembered sailing with him and kissing him, then she quit thinking. She just acted.
She kissed him.
She pulled Seth onto the bed with her. He kissed her, hardly believing it but not letting himself think. All he knew was that everything felt right. He looked at her bare skin and began caressing it with kisses. Shoulders, neck, all of it. He gently pulled her spaghetti strap off one shoulder and brushed his lips over the warming skin.
"Seth," she murmured. He paused, his lips on her neck. Just hearing her say his name like that made his heart pound a little harder. He moved his head up and kissed a little on her lips, tasting her, before he moved to her other shoulder.
Summer was in ecstasy. She reached forward and pulled him up a little. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly, but it still felt like she was taking forever. With his help she finally slipped it off and drew him close. The skin-on-skin contact encouraged both of them. She was aching for him, wanting him closer though they were pressed up against each other. She wanted to lose herself in him.
His hand brushed down her side, pausing when it reached the exposed skin between her skirt and her tank top. He touched it gently with his fingertips and felt her shiver under him. Her skin was so smooth, so perfect. Her fingers, which had been intertwined around his neck, now ran slowly across his back. He trembled a little and kissed her. She was absolutely intoxicating.
They ignored the phone when it rang the first few times, but both paused after it began again. Seth rolled off of her, lying next to her, and she grabbed her cell from the bedside table.
"Hello?" She demanded, impatient.
"Are you guys still coming over tonight?" It was Marissa. Summer glanced at her clock; she was pretty late.
"Uh, yeah. I just had to find my shoes."
"Just making sure." Summer rolled her eyes. She loved Marissa, but she could be pretty naive sometimes. She hung up the phone and tossed it at the foot of the bed.
She rested her head against Seth and closed her eyes.
"We'd better get going," she informed him.
"Right. Getting going would be good."
"Yup."
"Uh huh." Neither of them moved. Summer had already decided that she didn't need to move ever again, and Seth didn't want to jinx anything.
After a few minutes Seth shifted and she unwillingly sat up, watching him button up his shirt.
"You're off a button, smart guy," she sighed and undid his work, buttoning it up correctly. Looking up after she finished, she suddenly found his forehead resting against hers.
"I'm sorry I wouldn't hear you out," he told her.
She paused, a little surprised. "Me too. About everything, I mean." Apologies weren't exactly her area of expertise, and she felt her cheeks redden.
They walked downstairs in silence, both of them thinking. Seth broke the silence in the car.
"So I was thinking that you might want to go out with me tomorrow night."
"What do you have in mind this time, the circus?" She couldn't quit staring at him. He was so adorable.
"Sci-fi movie marathon, actually. We'd be dressing up as our favorite Star Wars characters."
Summer stared, the disbelief and worry showing obviously.
"Kidding, princess." He shook his head. "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner."
"Dinner is good."
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Okay, poll time! Do I just stop now and leave it alone, or should I continue? And if I do continue, I'll need some ideas. Thanks for reading, and leave a review!
Man, Seth and Summer interactions totally get "Buddy Holly" by Weezer stuck in my head.
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It had been a tiresome two weeks, Summer thought, looking at the blonde across the table from her. Sure he had gorgeous blue eyes and a proper tan, but he also didn't know his right hand from his left.
With a sudden burst of inspiration, Summer had called a few of the guys that she had met on the beach. Well, seven, actually. They were all so... blah.
Parker had tried to get into her pants after the first date, something that Summer had not been in the mood to tolerate. Scott was practically a genius, but the problem was that he knew it all too well. It was all that he had wanted to discuss.
She knew that everyone had flaws, but it wasn't just that. They were boring. They couldn't counter her sarcasm, couldn't keep their hands to themselves, and certainly couldn't meet her standards.
Seven first dates had quickly turned into seven last dates.
After she was dropped off by Blonde Guy, who she never planned to see again, she gave Marissa a ring.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, Coop, but most of them are retarded."
"I'll write that down," Marissa laughed. "Are we going for lucky number eight?"
"Why bother? I was never big on relationships anyway."
"Very true."
When Summer hung up the phone, she was still feeling alone. True, she'd always liked being single, but everybody deserved to have someone. Maybe she had always avoided relationships because she had constantly been in contact with guys like her recent seven.
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"Sourdough is definitely my favorite bread," Dawn informed him, making her sandwich. Seth nodded as she launched into a monologue about food.
He squirted some mustard on his bread and began to tune her out. He was getting pretty good at that. Dawn was beautiful and sweet, but, well.... Seth gave an inward sigh.
She never shut up.
It wasn't just that she liked to talk. Seth could deal with that. After all, he had been known to rant and ramble continuously. He liked people that he could hold a conversation with, but this was a little much.
He took a bite of his sandwich and studied her. He didn't doubt that she was absolutely adorable or smart, or that she made him feel good when she gave him attention. He was just very aware of the fact that he knew a lot more about her than she knew about him.
It had only been two weeks, but they had fallen into a pattern already. They would go out and eat or something, Dawn would talk for a while, and they would make out. Repeat.
"So Miracle Whip is a lot better than mayonnaise," she finished, smiling at him.
"Gotcha." Just watching her talk wore him out.
They watched a movie while they ate, then she leaned against him. He saw her next line a mile away, and was tempted to say it on cue with her. It was like quoting a movie that you've seen twenty times.
"You wanna make out?" She asked in his ear.
"Actually," he stood up, pulling himself away from her, "I'm not feeling so good."
Seth wasn't the best of liars, and she could read the reservations in his eyes.
"Okay," she said slowly, frowning a little.
"I'll call you tomorrow." He kissed her quickly on the forehead, showing himself out the door.
Naturally, he turned to Ryan as soon as he got home.
"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted.
"Is it just the talking?" Ryan asked.
"That's part of it. And the routine. And the fact that I know what she dreamed about last night, and she doesn't even know my favorite movie."
"Ouch."
"I know, it's bad."
"Well, don't stay with her just to stay with her," Ryan said. "Make sure you have a reason."
"I'll have to sleep on it."
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"You'd better get ready," Sandy frowned disapprovingly as Seth conquered an evil ninja.
"One sec," he said, his eyes unblinking against the glare from the television.
"Seth."
"Alright, alright. At least in the game I can kill all of the wicked. In real life I get to go mingle with them."
He dressed quickly into his pinstripe suit, slipping on his tie easily. He had been tying them since first grade, but he never got used to these get- togethers. They still made him feel awkward.
It was Dawn's father's birthday, and he had been secretly relieved when she hadn't been able to come to the country club dinner. That day he still hadn't figured anything else out about how he felt about her.
Ryan was beaming as the four of them rode to the dinner. Seth rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you are so obvious."
Ryan shrugged, not about to argue.
Everyone who was anyone in Newport was going to be at this party. Luckily for Ryan that included Marissa, and, unluckily for Seth, that included Summer. Just a month ago it would have been impossible for him to imagine the dread in the pit of his stomach that he was feeling at the prospect of being in the same room with her.
He'd heard about her particularly active two weeks from Ryan, who had heard it from Marissa. Ryan wasn't exactly the type to go on about those things, but Seth had dragged it out of him. Call it self-inflicted pain. He prayed that she would be alone tonight; he didn't feel like watching her hang on some yuppy.
The dinner reminded him of Thanksgiving dinner with the family, what with the kids' tables and everyone pretending to like each other. It all got old pretty fast.
He spotted her immediately in a black dress, sitting with Marissa. Ryan gave Seth one of his meaningful, loaded looks. Seth sighed and nodded, and Ryan went to join them. Seth hesitated, then followed.
It didn't really occur to him that he could have sat by himself or with his parents, that he didn't have to hang out with Ryan, but maybe that was because he didn't want it to.
"Ladies," he said hollowly, sitting down. Though there was no awkward silence, seeing as Marissa and Ryan began talking immediately, it was still awkward. Summer was staring stiffly into space and Seth was jiggling his leg nervously under the table.
Finally he wasn't able to take it anymore, and broke the silence between them.
"So how have you been?"
"Fine."
He'd hit a dead end, but at least he had tried. No big deal: he hadn't been too thrilled to talk with her either.
Summer excused herself, walking outside to one of the deserted balconies. She just wanted to be alone, out from under Cohen's glances. She heard the door close and saw him. Damn.
He wasn't sure why he had followed her outside, but he was burning with anger.
"Can we just get this all out into the open, because I'm really sick of this," he said, his voice full of frustration.
"Where should we begin?" She crossed her arms defensively. "No, screw that. What's the point? Go talk to your girlfriend if you want a real heart to heart."
"I don't understand why it should even bother you that I'm with Dawn." It felt weird saying her name.
"It doesn't bother me, Seth. I don't give a damn, trust me."
"Which is why you went on a dating spree of your own lately," he added sardonically.
"Don't flatter yourself. That had nothing to do with you, and it's really none of your business."
He stepped towards her. "Fine. Then why are you pulling this crap if you don't care that I'm dating someone?"
"Is it some rule that I have to like you or something? And what about you, not answering my phone calls? Yeah, real decent on your part."
"I didn't want to accidentally call you while you were in public," he mocked. "What would all your friends think?"
"I do whatever I want." She glared at him.
"Yeah, apparently," he rolled his eyes.
"Don't be such a smart ass." His eyes met her again, and she saw something besides the exasperation and anger.
He looked miserable.
After everything that had happened, and his new girlfriend, she hadn't really entertained the thought that he still liked her. She hadn't allowed herself to figure out what she felt for him past the bitterness and annoyance.
He saw the look on her face change, soften. She looked as though she were trying to figure him out.
The theme of their relationship seemed to be impulse. He took another step forward and kissed her, hard. She felt the intensity of his kiss and responded, not allowing any other option to enter her head. There was still anger; they could both feel it.
They stared at each other for a second after their lips had pulled apart, breathing heavily.
"I hate you," she said, her breath warm against his mouth.
"That's okay."
She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again with the same force.
When they separated next, Summer took a little step backward.
"You have a girlfriend," she said, as though just remembering the fact herself.
Seth knew that he could never feel that way when he was kissing Dawn. Not even close.
"Let's go inside," she gave an ironic, wan half-smile and led the way.
"Summer." He stopped her. "Are you.... I mean, would you be, you know, embarrassed of me?"
"Why should I be?" She asked dismissively, walking inside with him. Her head was still spinning from the kisses, but she also didn't want to say anything too binding. She had already put enough of herself out there.
"So, are we okay?" Seth asked her. "Or at least civil?" He was as confused as she was.
"I suppose." He saw a quick half-smile on her face.
Ryan and Marissa gave them weird looks when they returned, not arguing or ignoring each other. Summer didn't blame them..
"They make awfully judgmental faces, considering they've been through more drama than anyone," Seth pointed out as the two began to dance.
"Tell me about it," Summer sighed. "Now dance with me, I'm tired of sitting here."
"Aye aye," Seth stood and offered her his arm.
She liked dancing with Seth, how easily it was for them. She knew that he must have been doing this since he was little, just like her. He danced her coolly around the floor, shooting her random little smiles.
He was still hurt, but he didn't want to be upset with her anymore. Seth was enjoying leading her through the room. It occurred to him that she was dancing with him in public, but he decided not to mention it. No need to remind her.
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Seth had looked so hot in that suit.
Summer couldn't shake the thought from her mind, nor did she have any strong urge to do so. The kiss from the previous night was also ingrained in her mind, loitering on her lips. Damn him.
She stood up and stretched a little, feeling rejuvenated. She had been going about everything all wrong. She had cried over him, pleaded with him over the phone, and acted all around desperate.
That was NOT the Summer Roberts way of doing things.
She was demanding and to the point, not vulnerable and lost.
She picked up her phone and dialed Seth, feeling determined.
"Hello?"
"Seth, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure."
"I'm supposed to hang out with Marissa tonight, but my dad and step-mom are out of town. Give me a ride?"
"Yeah sure. Uh, what time?"
"Is seven okay? You can come hang out with us if you want, we're just watching a movie."
"Yeah, seven. Sounds good."
She hung up with a satisfied smirk.
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Ryan was watching him as he fumbled to put his shoes on, feeling nervous.
"So you're just giving her a ride?"
"Yeah."
"Hm."
"Do you want to come?" Seth suddenly realized. "I mean, Marissa will be there too."
"No, I'm good." Ryan didn't want to interfere with whatever was going on with Seth and Summer. "Maybe I'll walk next door in a while."
Seth suddenly began feeling nervous as he pulled into her driveway. Even after years of watching her, he still couldn't predict Summer all of the time.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. Quick panic flooded through him. Had she stood him up?
After a few minutes he timidly opened the door, stepping inside. "Summer?"
"I can't find my shoes!" She whined from upstairs. Sighing, he trotted up the stairs and found his way to her room. She was sitting near the closet, surrounded by shoes, sorting through them. He laughed at her and she jumped a little.
"It's just me and Marissa. I think you'll be okay." He extended a hand and helped her up.
"Fine," she grinned and began kicking shoes back into the closet.
He watched her for a second, then it suddenly came out.
"I broke up with her."
Summer froze, trying to keep her composition. "Oh," she said, barely audible.
He kept quiet, wanting to let her decide how to take that. She eyed him for a minute, still trying to figure it out. Then she remembered her resolve and determination. She remembered sailing with him and kissing him, then she quit thinking. She just acted.
She kissed him.
She pulled Seth onto the bed with her. He kissed her, hardly believing it but not letting himself think. All he knew was that everything felt right. He looked at her bare skin and began caressing it with kisses. Shoulders, neck, all of it. He gently pulled her spaghetti strap off one shoulder and brushed his lips over the warming skin.
"Seth," she murmured. He paused, his lips on her neck. Just hearing her say his name like that made his heart pound a little harder. He moved his head up and kissed a little on her lips, tasting her, before he moved to her other shoulder.
Summer was in ecstasy. She reached forward and pulled him up a little. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly, but it still felt like she was taking forever. With his help she finally slipped it off and drew him close. The skin-on-skin contact encouraged both of them. She was aching for him, wanting him closer though they were pressed up against each other. She wanted to lose herself in him.
His hand brushed down her side, pausing when it reached the exposed skin between her skirt and her tank top. He touched it gently with his fingertips and felt her shiver under him. Her skin was so smooth, so perfect. Her fingers, which had been intertwined around his neck, now ran slowly across his back. He trembled a little and kissed her. She was absolutely intoxicating.
They ignored the phone when it rang the first few times, but both paused after it began again. Seth rolled off of her, lying next to her, and she grabbed her cell from the bedside table.
"Hello?" She demanded, impatient.
"Are you guys still coming over tonight?" It was Marissa. Summer glanced at her clock; she was pretty late.
"Uh, yeah. I just had to find my shoes."
"Just making sure." Summer rolled her eyes. She loved Marissa, but she could be pretty naive sometimes. She hung up the phone and tossed it at the foot of the bed.
She rested her head against Seth and closed her eyes.
"We'd better get going," she informed him.
"Right. Getting going would be good."
"Yup."
"Uh huh." Neither of them moved. Summer had already decided that she didn't need to move ever again, and Seth didn't want to jinx anything.
After a few minutes Seth shifted and she unwillingly sat up, watching him button up his shirt.
"You're off a button, smart guy," she sighed and undid his work, buttoning it up correctly. Looking up after she finished, she suddenly found his forehead resting against hers.
"I'm sorry I wouldn't hear you out," he told her.
She paused, a little surprised. "Me too. About everything, I mean." Apologies weren't exactly her area of expertise, and she felt her cheeks redden.
They walked downstairs in silence, both of them thinking. Seth broke the silence in the car.
"So I was thinking that you might want to go out with me tomorrow night."
"What do you have in mind this time, the circus?" She couldn't quit staring at him. He was so adorable.
"Sci-fi movie marathon, actually. We'd be dressing up as our favorite Star Wars characters."
Summer stared, the disbelief and worry showing obviously.
"Kidding, princess." He shook his head. "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner."
"Dinner is good."
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Okay, poll time! Do I just stop now and leave it alone, or should I continue? And if I do continue, I'll need some ideas. Thanks for reading, and leave a review!
Man, Seth and Summer interactions totally get "Buddy Holly" by Weezer stuck in my head.