"Three Months"
By: XsesenX
Site: http://splitchick.dork.at
E-Mail: iamnotafrog@msn.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first.
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The O.C.", or any of the characters mentioned.
Note: I hate the title. If you have a better idea, please, let me know!
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Who do you turn to when your best friend gets a boyfriend?
In my case, said boyfriend's best friend.
Seth Cohen.
Complicated much?
I agree.
But while is he a professional babbler, Seth is also a great listener.
I remember knocking on the Choen's door, something slightly painful, since the last time I did, he tore my heart out.
Anyway, my face was a mess. But I didn't care.
Even though I'd had a massive crush on the dork for three months.
But you can tell whomever you'd like. I don't care anymore. I think they all can tell anyway.
So then Seth answered the door, not even saying a word.
He simply held me.
And I let him.
Actually, I wanted him to.
Because his arms are like, for as cheesy as this is, the one place I feel truly at home. Peaceful.
He led me up to his room, and I sat next to him, not wanting to say a word in fear he'd tell me what everyone has.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but Halley wants to take this trip," my father had told me.
"Give it up, Summer. He'll always choose me over you," like my step-mom, Halley, had told me so brutally that morning.
I had told my father I wanted him to stay. I was going to celebrate my sixteenth birthday* while he was away.
And it all poured out.
How my father was going to be gone for three months.
What they told me, and how I felt so alone. So broken.
How he told me he'd buy my a present in the Bahamas, and he'd send his present to the house that morning.
How I hated being alone in my house. The echo my footsteps make on the stairs, making me think someone else is in there.
And he didn't laugh.
"Summer... I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." He just lightly rubbed circles on my back, and stroked my hair. After a few moments, he offered me the guestroom for three months.
Which made me think that he really did care about me, and didn't want me just for my body.
Which scared the shit out of me.
So I made an excuse to leave.
"Summer, wait!"
He lightly touched my arm. In a situation where someone besides Seth Cohen would grab me roughly, he barely touched me.
I turned, and he gathered my frail body in his arms.
I don't know how long I cried into his vintage tee-shirt for.
But I do know that I told him how much I need him.
And how I love him more than anything in the world.
How if he turned out like all the tohers, I would personally kill him. Slowly.
But he promised me he wouldn't. That he was different.
And that he loved me, too.
Needless to say, in the three months I spent in the Cohen's house, I snuck into his room ever night.
And never once did I feel alone or broken.
~Fin
What do you all think? I'm not too sure I like it, but this was a personal challenge. My rules were that it had to be first person, and they can never have a spoken line, and that no line can go past the screen in notepad.
Anyway, leave me a review!
By: XsesenX
Site: http://splitchick.dork.at
E-Mail: iamnotafrog@msn.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first.
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The O.C.", or any of the characters mentioned.
Note: I hate the title. If you have a better idea, please, let me know!
---------
Who do you turn to when your best friend gets a boyfriend?
In my case, said boyfriend's best friend.
Seth Cohen.
Complicated much?
I agree.
But while is he a professional babbler, Seth is also a great listener.
I remember knocking on the Choen's door, something slightly painful, since the last time I did, he tore my heart out.
Anyway, my face was a mess. But I didn't care.
Even though I'd had a massive crush on the dork for three months.
But you can tell whomever you'd like. I don't care anymore. I think they all can tell anyway.
So then Seth answered the door, not even saying a word.
He simply held me.
And I let him.
Actually, I wanted him to.
Because his arms are like, for as cheesy as this is, the one place I feel truly at home. Peaceful.
He led me up to his room, and I sat next to him, not wanting to say a word in fear he'd tell me what everyone has.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but Halley wants to take this trip," my father had told me.
"Give it up, Summer. He'll always choose me over you," like my step-mom, Halley, had told me so brutally that morning.
I had told my father I wanted him to stay. I was going to celebrate my sixteenth birthday* while he was away.
And it all poured out.
How my father was going to be gone for three months.
What they told me, and how I felt so alone. So broken.
How he told me he'd buy my a present in the Bahamas, and he'd send his present to the house that morning.
How I hated being alone in my house. The echo my footsteps make on the stairs, making me think someone else is in there.
And he didn't laugh.
"Summer... I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." He just lightly rubbed circles on my back, and stroked my hair. After a few moments, he offered me the guestroom for three months.
Which made me think that he really did care about me, and didn't want me just for my body.
Which scared the shit out of me.
So I made an excuse to leave.
"Summer, wait!"
He lightly touched my arm. In a situation where someone besides Seth Cohen would grab me roughly, he barely touched me.
I turned, and he gathered my frail body in his arms.
I don't know how long I cried into his vintage tee-shirt for.
But I do know that I told him how much I need him.
And how I love him more than anything in the world.
How if he turned out like all the tohers, I would personally kill him. Slowly.
But he promised me he wouldn't. That he was different.
And that he loved me, too.
Needless to say, in the three months I spent in the Cohen's house, I snuck into his room ever night.
And never once did I feel alone or broken.
~Fin
What do you all think? I'm not too sure I like it, but this was a personal challenge. My rules were that it had to be first person, and they can never have a spoken line, and that no line can go past the screen in notepad.
Anyway, leave me a review!