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Summary: Seth/Anna/Summer...This hints at a love triangle not a threesome, to those who have asked...lol...I'm making this up as I go, bear with me please.
A Brand New Day (Chapter 2)
Days passed by slowly and were just about as carefree as a colonic. Marissa was conscious, but still hospitalized, and of course the entire free world was talking about Tijuana and distorting the facts, which didn't help matters any. When Seth heard that she was trampled during an orgy with some coke-snorting emus, he knew he was back in Newport: home sweet home.
On the Sunday before school began, Seth was catching up on his Ultimate Spider-Man before World History and Math dominated his reading time, when Ryan came tearing down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hey, man. Come with me and visit Marissa? Her dad called and said she's pretty down." He was out of breath and looked like a train wreck, so it never occurred to Seth to turn him down. If it was even possible, his "brother" had been looking even more disheartened than usual as of late. Ah, the trials and tribulations of love.
Closing his comic, Seth took his feet off the counter and stood up. "Sure man."
Ryan pushed him towards the sliding doors, but stopped suddenly. "Hold on a sec," he said, running up the staircase once more, "I have something for her!"
With a sigh and a smile, Seth shook his head and turned back to the island. Knowing Atwood, he'd take a year and a day, so there was no point in wasting valuable Web-Slinger time. But no sooner had he reached the stool when the front doorbell rang.
"Someone really doesn't like me up there," he said, casting his eyes skyward before going to answer the door. "Don't worry, Ryan. I've got it!" he yelled. "Why don't we have a doorman?"
The bell soon started ringing in a constant stream of chimes, double- time. "Cool it, will you? I'm coming, you impatient son-of-a--" Seth cried, throwing the door open.
"Hey, Summer." He surprised himself with how quickly he went from livid to coolly confident. It had to be a record. He made a mental note to look that up in the new Guinness Book when he got back.
"What the hell, Seth. The house isn't that big!" she said, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot, looking somewhat less than amused.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms too. Now he was ready for combat. "Oh, but you'd be surprised. I was entertaining Playboy Bunnies in our underground wine cellar, Hugh's place is under construction. I'm sorry for the delay, but the doorman is recovering from a trick knee."
Summer narrowed her eyes at him, but she couldn't stop the hint of a smile that played across her glossy pink lips. "Funny, Cohen. You're a regular George Corwin--"
"I think the name you were searching for was George Carlin. Comedian, about seventy years old, gray hair, pony tail. Ring a bell?" he asked with a grin.
"That's what I said. Anyway, that's so off topic. Don't you want to know why I'm here?"
Seth feigned deep thought, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. As if the light bulb had just flickered on, he pointed to her. "Aha! You've realized you can't live without me and you've brought a single suitcase so we can elope to Vegas!"
"Some stalker you are. One suitcase? Come on, you know me better than that. And besides, that is nowhere near why I'm here."
With a sheepish grin and a shrug, Seth replied, "A guy can dream, huh? So, please, I'd be delighted to know why you are gracing my stoop this afternoon. Shoot."
"Oh, believe me, I'd love to!" Summer said menacingly, before continuing, "I got a call from Mr. Cooper to come visit Marissa, but I have no way of getting there, and I'm not taking public transit." She shuddered at the thought of the dirty seats, the horny bus drivers, and its gun- toting patrons. "So, can you guys take me?"
"Well cue the Alanis Morisette music, because Ryan and I were just getting ready to go." Throwing a hand behind him in the direction of the second floor, he elaborated, "Lover Boy went up to get something for her, but-"
Seth was robbed of his words as Ryan came running down the stairs once more. "Speak of the devil," he sighed, shaking his head, "You didn't go up looking that way."
With a nonchalant shrug, Ryan examined the blue and white striped, short sleeved, collared shirt and perfectly pressed khaki pants that replaced his rumpled vintage tee and ripped jeans. "I wanted to look nice for her."
"And so falls another man to the trappings of the female sex," Seth mused with a jaunty salute as he led the motley crew to the car at the end of the driveway. Mumbling under his breath with a ghost of a smile, he added, "When is it my turn?"
Summary: Seth/Anna/Summer...This hints at a love triangle not a threesome, to those who have asked...lol...I'm making this up as I go, bear with me please.
A Brand New Day (Chapter 2)
Days passed by slowly and were just about as carefree as a colonic. Marissa was conscious, but still hospitalized, and of course the entire free world was talking about Tijuana and distorting the facts, which didn't help matters any. When Seth heard that she was trampled during an orgy with some coke-snorting emus, he knew he was back in Newport: home sweet home.
On the Sunday before school began, Seth was catching up on his Ultimate Spider-Man before World History and Math dominated his reading time, when Ryan came tearing down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hey, man. Come with me and visit Marissa? Her dad called and said she's pretty down." He was out of breath and looked like a train wreck, so it never occurred to Seth to turn him down. If it was even possible, his "brother" had been looking even more disheartened than usual as of late. Ah, the trials and tribulations of love.
Closing his comic, Seth took his feet off the counter and stood up. "Sure man."
Ryan pushed him towards the sliding doors, but stopped suddenly. "Hold on a sec," he said, running up the staircase once more, "I have something for her!"
With a sigh and a smile, Seth shook his head and turned back to the island. Knowing Atwood, he'd take a year and a day, so there was no point in wasting valuable Web-Slinger time. But no sooner had he reached the stool when the front doorbell rang.
"Someone really doesn't like me up there," he said, casting his eyes skyward before going to answer the door. "Don't worry, Ryan. I've got it!" he yelled. "Why don't we have a doorman?"
The bell soon started ringing in a constant stream of chimes, double- time. "Cool it, will you? I'm coming, you impatient son-of-a--" Seth cried, throwing the door open.
"Hey, Summer." He surprised himself with how quickly he went from livid to coolly confident. It had to be a record. He made a mental note to look that up in the new Guinness Book when he got back.
"What the hell, Seth. The house isn't that big!" she said, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot, looking somewhat less than amused.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms too. Now he was ready for combat. "Oh, but you'd be surprised. I was entertaining Playboy Bunnies in our underground wine cellar, Hugh's place is under construction. I'm sorry for the delay, but the doorman is recovering from a trick knee."
Summer narrowed her eyes at him, but she couldn't stop the hint of a smile that played across her glossy pink lips. "Funny, Cohen. You're a regular George Corwin--"
"I think the name you were searching for was George Carlin. Comedian, about seventy years old, gray hair, pony tail. Ring a bell?" he asked with a grin.
"That's what I said. Anyway, that's so off topic. Don't you want to know why I'm here?"
Seth feigned deep thought, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. As if the light bulb had just flickered on, he pointed to her. "Aha! You've realized you can't live without me and you've brought a single suitcase so we can elope to Vegas!"
"Some stalker you are. One suitcase? Come on, you know me better than that. And besides, that is nowhere near why I'm here."
With a sheepish grin and a shrug, Seth replied, "A guy can dream, huh? So, please, I'd be delighted to know why you are gracing my stoop this afternoon. Shoot."
"Oh, believe me, I'd love to!" Summer said menacingly, before continuing, "I got a call from Mr. Cooper to come visit Marissa, but I have no way of getting there, and I'm not taking public transit." She shuddered at the thought of the dirty seats, the horny bus drivers, and its gun- toting patrons. "So, can you guys take me?"
"Well cue the Alanis Morisette music, because Ryan and I were just getting ready to go." Throwing a hand behind him in the direction of the second floor, he elaborated, "Lover Boy went up to get something for her, but-"
Seth was robbed of his words as Ryan came running down the stairs once more. "Speak of the devil," he sighed, shaking his head, "You didn't go up looking that way."
With a nonchalant shrug, Ryan examined the blue and white striped, short sleeved, collared shirt and perfectly pressed khaki pants that replaced his rumpled vintage tee and ripped jeans. "I wanted to look nice for her."
"And so falls another man to the trappings of the female sex," Seth mused with a jaunty salute as he led the motley crew to the car at the end of the driveway. Mumbling under his breath with a ghost of a smile, he added, "When is it my turn?"