I just can't write anything OC except Seth/Summer. Oh well. Okay, this
story will go from Thanksgiving, probably ignoring what happens in future
episodes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Read on!
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Seth felt terrible. He had made out with two hot girls that dug him, and it had turned out to be one of the worst days of his life. Irony at its best.
Fine, so he had been eyeing and admiring Anna all day, and when she had kissed him he hadn't exactly resisted. Actually, he'd been pretty thrilled, and his favorite holiday had gained a few bonus points.
So what had happened?
The kitchen had happened.
"SETH!"
Despite the nonchalance he was trying to hold, his stomach didn't feel so great as he tried to sleep that night. That might have had something to do with the overabundance of Chinese takeout that he'd eaten, but he really didn't think so. It was Summer.
It wasn't Anna. He hated the fact that he had hurt her, hated the fact that he had likely put an end to their friendship, but it still wasn't her. It was never her. She was cute and funny... but he liked to be the funny one, anyway.
The kitchen had been a wakeup call, and not just to the fact that he'd been acting like a moron. He wanted Summer.
Lying in bed was definitely not helping, so he rolled off and knocked on the pool house door.
"What's up?" Ryan was sitting up on his bed, reading.
Seth took a deep breath and launched into it. "So the whole two girls thing, not so good, but being the eternal optimist, though slightly jaded, I'm thinking that while I was an ass I can probably pull through this one, because it's not like Summer was ever that great to me, not that that's an excuse, because god she was beautiful, and I don't think Anna's too happy with me because she's not exactly the type you can push around, so this isn't looking so great but there's still hope, I mean, she called me Seth."
Ryan looked at Seth blankly for a minute.
"Dude, I have no idea what you just said."
"She called me Seth."
Ryan cocked an eyebrow. "Okay."
"I don't think that Summer has ever called me Seth," he explained with a sigh. "So the kissing had to mean more to her than just, well, nothing."
"Which means it probably hurt worse when you screwed it up," Ryan pointed out bluntly.
"Right. Thanks for throwing that out there. Always a help, Ryan."
"Hey, I'm not the one who got you into this," he said. "Look, you need to talk to both of them, soon."
"What, and not give them time to cool off?"
"And not give them time to dwell on what a jerk you were."
Seth didn't feel any need to protest, because he was right.
"So now you're funny AND wise. Great." Seth gave Ryan a smile before he left.
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Summer slammed her locker shut and saw Seth Cohen smiling nervously at her.
"Hey, Summer."
"Ugh, what?" She turned on her heel and marched away, so he followed her.
"I just want to say that I'm really really.... really sorry. There are no excuses. I mean, I was just caught up in the moment or something." He paused, unable to figure it if she was even listening to him.
"It's fine, Cohen," she said lightly, keeping her quick pace.
"It's what?"
"I said it's fine. We all make mistakes." She still wasn't looking at him.
"Oh, um, okay." He was unsure.
"For example," she paused outside the girls' bathroom door, "Your grandfather's birthday party? Mistake. The yacht? Mistake. The pool house? Definitely a mistake. That's three for me."
Seth felt the blood rush to his face, and his neck burned. Before he could think of anything to say, Summer had disappeared into the bathroom. Great.
Seth wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the door when Anna sauntered up.
"You only look slightly obsessive and girl crazy... but then, that would be an accurate description," she rolled her eyes as she passed him. She bumped into Summer as the brunette tried to exit. "That explains it," Anna said breezily, shooting Seth a look before slipping behind the door. Summer glared at him as she walked by, and Seth let out an overdramatic sigh.
"Love is a many splendored thing," he muttered aloud sarcastically to himself.
"Shut it, queer," some guy shoved him as he passed.
Seth dragged his feet to class. He was on a role.
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Friday night. It was no surprise that Seth's options consisted of comics or Grand Theft Auto, since Ryan had Marisa and neither of the girls had changed their mind about him. Anna had stopped making biting comments at him and was ignoring him altogether, and he wasn't sure if this was progress or not. He never got any reaction from Summer, and it was starting to drive him crazy. He would have paid a large sum of money just to hear her berate him or something.
Even a "Shut it, Cohen!" or an "Ew!" would have been welcome.
Instead, she just gave him this look of grief with her eyes. It was torturous.
There was a knock at his door, and he tossed Captain Oats aside as Marisa entered.
"Oh, hey," he greeted, a little surprised.
"Hey," she gave her typical little smile and sat on the edge of his bed. He followed suit.
"So, I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me too," Seth commented after a moment's silence.
"I'm just going to stay out of it," Marisa shrugged. "Though it definitely wasn't your finest moment."
"You're telling me. Who knew I was such a Don Juan?"
"Don't overestimate yourself," Marisa smiled again. "So what are you doing tonight?"
"Likely spending some quality time with Captain Oats," Seth jerked his head towards the toy horse. "What with all the ladies, it seems there's never any time for male bonding."
"Right... anyway. Ryan and I are going to a party... you should come."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It'll get you out of the house."
"I mean, why are you two going to a party?" It was a reasonable question, considering both had been a little antisocial since school had started.
"I don't know," Marisa repeated. "Free alcohol?" She shrugged.
"If I'm looking for a self esteem booster, I don't think mingling with the high schoolers of Orange County is my best bet. I'll stick with Captain Oats."
"With the way things are looking for you, there will be PLENTY of time for male bonding."
"Can't argue with you there."
"Besides," Marisa stood up, "Summer will be there."
"Whoa, wait. Back up. That, Ms. Cooper, is all the more reason why I should NOT go. If you haven't noticed, she hates me. A lot. She does not want to see me, especially with other people around. Trust me."
"Trust ME, Cohen," Marisa raised her eyebrows. "I'm her best friend."
She left it at that, and Seth gave a little sigh. He wasn't too optimistic on the possible outcomes of the night, but he decided to give it a shot.
If nothing else, he could get wasted. And it wasn't like Captain Oats was going anywhere.
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I know this is kind of a slow start without any real meat to it, but I'm just getting started. It's weird to be writing Seth/Summer and actually following the show (even if it's just a little), because I usually don't use the episodes' events. Anyway, hopefully I'll update soon. Wednesday's show may give me some inspiration. Ideas are always welcome!
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Seth felt terrible. He had made out with two hot girls that dug him, and it had turned out to be one of the worst days of his life. Irony at its best.
Fine, so he had been eyeing and admiring Anna all day, and when she had kissed him he hadn't exactly resisted. Actually, he'd been pretty thrilled, and his favorite holiday had gained a few bonus points.
So what had happened?
The kitchen had happened.
"SETH!"
Despite the nonchalance he was trying to hold, his stomach didn't feel so great as he tried to sleep that night. That might have had something to do with the overabundance of Chinese takeout that he'd eaten, but he really didn't think so. It was Summer.
It wasn't Anna. He hated the fact that he had hurt her, hated the fact that he had likely put an end to their friendship, but it still wasn't her. It was never her. She was cute and funny... but he liked to be the funny one, anyway.
The kitchen had been a wakeup call, and not just to the fact that he'd been acting like a moron. He wanted Summer.
Lying in bed was definitely not helping, so he rolled off and knocked on the pool house door.
"What's up?" Ryan was sitting up on his bed, reading.
Seth took a deep breath and launched into it. "So the whole two girls thing, not so good, but being the eternal optimist, though slightly jaded, I'm thinking that while I was an ass I can probably pull through this one, because it's not like Summer was ever that great to me, not that that's an excuse, because god she was beautiful, and I don't think Anna's too happy with me because she's not exactly the type you can push around, so this isn't looking so great but there's still hope, I mean, she called me Seth."
Ryan looked at Seth blankly for a minute.
"Dude, I have no idea what you just said."
"She called me Seth."
Ryan cocked an eyebrow. "Okay."
"I don't think that Summer has ever called me Seth," he explained with a sigh. "So the kissing had to mean more to her than just, well, nothing."
"Which means it probably hurt worse when you screwed it up," Ryan pointed out bluntly.
"Right. Thanks for throwing that out there. Always a help, Ryan."
"Hey, I'm not the one who got you into this," he said. "Look, you need to talk to both of them, soon."
"What, and not give them time to cool off?"
"And not give them time to dwell on what a jerk you were."
Seth didn't feel any need to protest, because he was right.
"So now you're funny AND wise. Great." Seth gave Ryan a smile before he left.
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Summer slammed her locker shut and saw Seth Cohen smiling nervously at her.
"Hey, Summer."
"Ugh, what?" She turned on her heel and marched away, so he followed her.
"I just want to say that I'm really really.... really sorry. There are no excuses. I mean, I was just caught up in the moment or something." He paused, unable to figure it if she was even listening to him.
"It's fine, Cohen," she said lightly, keeping her quick pace.
"It's what?"
"I said it's fine. We all make mistakes." She still wasn't looking at him.
"Oh, um, okay." He was unsure.
"For example," she paused outside the girls' bathroom door, "Your grandfather's birthday party? Mistake. The yacht? Mistake. The pool house? Definitely a mistake. That's three for me."
Seth felt the blood rush to his face, and his neck burned. Before he could think of anything to say, Summer had disappeared into the bathroom. Great.
Seth wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the door when Anna sauntered up.
"You only look slightly obsessive and girl crazy... but then, that would be an accurate description," she rolled her eyes as she passed him. She bumped into Summer as the brunette tried to exit. "That explains it," Anna said breezily, shooting Seth a look before slipping behind the door. Summer glared at him as she walked by, and Seth let out an overdramatic sigh.
"Love is a many splendored thing," he muttered aloud sarcastically to himself.
"Shut it, queer," some guy shoved him as he passed.
Seth dragged his feet to class. He was on a role.
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Friday night. It was no surprise that Seth's options consisted of comics or Grand Theft Auto, since Ryan had Marisa and neither of the girls had changed their mind about him. Anna had stopped making biting comments at him and was ignoring him altogether, and he wasn't sure if this was progress or not. He never got any reaction from Summer, and it was starting to drive him crazy. He would have paid a large sum of money just to hear her berate him or something.
Even a "Shut it, Cohen!" or an "Ew!" would have been welcome.
Instead, she just gave him this look of grief with her eyes. It was torturous.
There was a knock at his door, and he tossed Captain Oats aside as Marisa entered.
"Oh, hey," he greeted, a little surprised.
"Hey," she gave her typical little smile and sat on the edge of his bed. He followed suit.
"So, I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me too," Seth commented after a moment's silence.
"I'm just going to stay out of it," Marisa shrugged. "Though it definitely wasn't your finest moment."
"You're telling me. Who knew I was such a Don Juan?"
"Don't overestimate yourself," Marisa smiled again. "So what are you doing tonight?"
"Likely spending some quality time with Captain Oats," Seth jerked his head towards the toy horse. "What with all the ladies, it seems there's never any time for male bonding."
"Right... anyway. Ryan and I are going to a party... you should come."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It'll get you out of the house."
"I mean, why are you two going to a party?" It was a reasonable question, considering both had been a little antisocial since school had started.
"I don't know," Marisa repeated. "Free alcohol?" She shrugged.
"If I'm looking for a self esteem booster, I don't think mingling with the high schoolers of Orange County is my best bet. I'll stick with Captain Oats."
"With the way things are looking for you, there will be PLENTY of time for male bonding."
"Can't argue with you there."
"Besides," Marisa stood up, "Summer will be there."
"Whoa, wait. Back up. That, Ms. Cooper, is all the more reason why I should NOT go. If you haven't noticed, she hates me. A lot. She does not want to see me, especially with other people around. Trust me."
"Trust ME, Cohen," Marisa raised her eyebrows. "I'm her best friend."
She left it at that, and Seth gave a little sigh. He wasn't too optimistic on the possible outcomes of the night, but he decided to give it a shot.
If nothing else, he could get wasted. And it wasn't like Captain Oats was going anywhere.
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I know this is kind of a slow start without any real meat to it, but I'm just getting started. It's weird to be writing Seth/Summer and actually following the show (even if it's just a little), because I usually don't use the episodes' events. Anyway, hopefully I'll update soon. Wednesday's show may give me some inspiration. Ideas are always welcome!