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Rated PG-13...It's better to be safe than sorry...
Summary: I got very lax in updating after the first two chapters and a lot of things have happened that I need to work into the mix. Basically, it's a Seth/Summer pairing because I really don't like Anna with him...deal with it.
A Brand New Day (Chapter 3)
"That went well," Seth said with an exasperated sigh as he dropped the keys to the Range Rover onto the counter and made a bee-line for the fridge.
Ryan didn't even respond, he simply stepped out onto the back patio and started for the pool house, where he would probably hole himself up for hours to do nothing but sulk. Of course, Seth didn't blame him. He had all the reason in the world to sulk.
The day's visit with Marissa had been hard on all of them, but Ryan seemed to gain sustenance from blaming himself for her condition and had been sticking to that policy with great fervor.
Julie Cooper also seemed to enjoy guilt tripping him, but that was most likely because she had nothing else better to do. Yes, griping had become her new favorite past time because, of course, she was too poor to shop and giving a damn about her suicidal daughter was too much of a drag.
It was amazing how, in just a few short months, the entire facade of perfection that had been Newport had been reduced to ruins. Shaking his head, Seth grabbed the carton of orange juice and headed for the living room where he planned to drown out the woes of the world with a few video games.
No sooner had he plopped down on the carpeted floor then the Cohen doorbell sounded. "You have got to be kidding me?!" he exclaimed with another sigh as he pulled himself to his feet and jogged to the front door.
Pulling open the left side, his eyes widened as they fell upon Anna, the girl from the debutante ball. She looked up at him with a smirk through her heavily rimmed brown eyes and said, "Hey, Seth."
After a few attempts to speak something coherent crashed and burned in a sea of stammering, he was interrupted by her throaty chuckle and catch phrase: "Confidence, Cohen."
"Wha-Trust me, this isn't the result of a decided lack of confidence, just a lot of shock," he replied, leaning on the door jamb for support. At her suspicious squint, he immediately corrected himself. "And I mean 'shock' in the best sense of the word!"
Training his eyes downward in embarrassment, Seth elaborated. "This may be a bit hard for you to digest, but I don't get many beautiful women on my doorstep asking for me. Today has just been a bit off." Realization dawning in his statement, he grinned and looked up once more. "So, Anna, why are you here anyway?"
Raising an eyebrow, she replied simply, "At your suggestion that your neglected ego has had an overtaxing day, I probably shouldn't say, but in truth, I missed you. There aren't many people with whom I can have intelligent discussions about the Amazing Spider-Man. Believe me, I've tried. But I got too many 'Toby McGuire is the sexiest man alive' comments."
Seth smiled, his stomach flopping over as he relished in the delightful feeling of being wanted, and not spurned by members of the opposite sex. "I hear you, sister. Although, I must agree, Toby McGuire is undeniably attractive." Putting his fingers beneath his chin in a contemplative manner, he continued, "Personally, I've always had a thing for the underdog."
"Yeah," she said slowly. Deliberately slow. "Me too." Not allowing him time to read any deeper into her statement, she asked, "So, are you going to let me in, or not?"
Seth feigned deep thought. "Hmmm, let me think...of course!" Stepping aside, he offered his hand and helped her into the foyer. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting.
Rated PG-13...It's better to be safe than sorry...
Summary: I got very lax in updating after the first two chapters and a lot of things have happened that I need to work into the mix. Basically, it's a Seth/Summer pairing because I really don't like Anna with him...deal with it.
A Brand New Day (Chapter 3)
"That went well," Seth said with an exasperated sigh as he dropped the keys to the Range Rover onto the counter and made a bee-line for the fridge.
Ryan didn't even respond, he simply stepped out onto the back patio and started for the pool house, where he would probably hole himself up for hours to do nothing but sulk. Of course, Seth didn't blame him. He had all the reason in the world to sulk.
The day's visit with Marissa had been hard on all of them, but Ryan seemed to gain sustenance from blaming himself for her condition and had been sticking to that policy with great fervor.
Julie Cooper also seemed to enjoy guilt tripping him, but that was most likely because she had nothing else better to do. Yes, griping had become her new favorite past time because, of course, she was too poor to shop and giving a damn about her suicidal daughter was too much of a drag.
It was amazing how, in just a few short months, the entire facade of perfection that had been Newport had been reduced to ruins. Shaking his head, Seth grabbed the carton of orange juice and headed for the living room where he planned to drown out the woes of the world with a few video games.
No sooner had he plopped down on the carpeted floor then the Cohen doorbell sounded. "You have got to be kidding me?!" he exclaimed with another sigh as he pulled himself to his feet and jogged to the front door.
Pulling open the left side, his eyes widened as they fell upon Anna, the girl from the debutante ball. She looked up at him with a smirk through her heavily rimmed brown eyes and said, "Hey, Seth."
After a few attempts to speak something coherent crashed and burned in a sea of stammering, he was interrupted by her throaty chuckle and catch phrase: "Confidence, Cohen."
"Wha-Trust me, this isn't the result of a decided lack of confidence, just a lot of shock," he replied, leaning on the door jamb for support. At her suspicious squint, he immediately corrected himself. "And I mean 'shock' in the best sense of the word!"
Training his eyes downward in embarrassment, Seth elaborated. "This may be a bit hard for you to digest, but I don't get many beautiful women on my doorstep asking for me. Today has just been a bit off." Realization dawning in his statement, he grinned and looked up once more. "So, Anna, why are you here anyway?"
Raising an eyebrow, she replied simply, "At your suggestion that your neglected ego has had an overtaxing day, I probably shouldn't say, but in truth, I missed you. There aren't many people with whom I can have intelligent discussions about the Amazing Spider-Man. Believe me, I've tried. But I got too many 'Toby McGuire is the sexiest man alive' comments."
Seth smiled, his stomach flopping over as he relished in the delightful feeling of being wanted, and not spurned by members of the opposite sex. "I hear you, sister. Although, I must agree, Toby McGuire is undeniably attractive." Putting his fingers beneath his chin in a contemplative manner, he continued, "Personally, I've always had a thing for the underdog."
"Yeah," she said slowly. Deliberately slow. "Me too." Not allowing him time to read any deeper into her statement, she asked, "So, are you going to let me in, or not?"
Seth feigned deep thought. "Hmmm, let me think...of course!" Stepping aside, he offered his hand and helped her into the foyer. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting.