Title - Home
Rating - PG for some language
Disclaimer - Unfortunately, the OC does not belong to me. However if it did, it wouldn't be the OC
Summary - Completely AU. Seth and Summer make their individual ways back to Newport after 8 years only to find that some things never change.
Genre - Romance/Angst
A/N - Wow! Some of those reviews are making me blush. Thanks guys! Btw Is this getting too soapish? I thought I had this all planned out but now I'm not sure. And Oh! I loathe this chapter. Just isn't coming out right, which is why it's so short..
Chapter 3 - Rants
Ryan Atwood surveyed the New York skyline coated in dreary, rainy grey as he listened to the silence on the other end of the line. After nearly a decade, he had learnt to decode Seth's rare silences. This one, Silence Type # 10 was the most ominous. He knew something was horribly, terribly wrong. It couldn't be Sandy or Kirsten because that would have meant Silence Type # 4, the kind that led to hysteria.
"She's back," Seth mumbled dully.
Oh! OH! That explained a lot. It definitely explained Marissa's drunken, rambling message on his machine. That had been two weeks ago. He had been playing phone tag with her since then. Rather he had been playing phone tag with one of her many minions. He hated her minions with a raw, burning passion that was only eclipsed by the minions' hate for him. But that was a whole another saga.
He used Seth's painful pause to hurriedly flip open his laptop, fumbling madly in his attempts to find the flight that would get him home quickest.
"Don't come," Seth muttered. "I can deal with this."
Ryan waited. He knew all too well what was coming next.
"All I ever wanted was a fucking chance. One shot. One! How hard is that for the universe to comprehend," Seth exploded into the phone.
"Instead I had to watch her feeding squirrels at 8 and picking up pot- bellied bankers at 16. When I had a semblance of chance, I screwed up. Something I do extraordinarily well judging by my not so-glorious history with women. Then she vanishes and I spend 8 years wishing for this very day. But of course when she shows up, she has a child in tow. And there must be some smarmy but suave real-estate-rat-type somewhere not far behind."
Seth stopped to take in some much needed air and angrily wipe the tears off his face. Ryan knew a chance when he saw one. "Seth, the comprehensible part of what you said is merely you jumping to conclusions. She had a child. It may not be her child."
Seth however would not be mollified. "Of course it's hers. Summer Roberts, Newport's 'It Girl' extraordinaire, would not be dragging other people's snotty-nosed brats around. Gucci says that's a strict fashion accessory no- no.," he lashed out bitterly.
"Summer Roberts, Newport's 'It Girl' extraordinaire, would not leave for 8 years without good reason," Ryan reasoned. "Something happened, Seth. Don't judge her before you know what it was. The only way to find out is to talk to her again."
"No! I'm done! No more! Screw this!"
"Seth, this is Summer. You're never going to be done until you know there isn't a chance in hell. That's why you've being building elaborate castles in the air since she left."
"I hate that you've picked up my worst habits. Like talking."
"I hate that you've picked up my worst habits. Like not trusting."
"Why should I trust her?"
"Because you knew the girl. I just knew the bitch."
Rating - PG for some language
Disclaimer - Unfortunately, the OC does not belong to me. However if it did, it wouldn't be the OC
Summary - Completely AU. Seth and Summer make their individual ways back to Newport after 8 years only to find that some things never change.
Genre - Romance/Angst
A/N - Wow! Some of those reviews are making me blush. Thanks guys! Btw Is this getting too soapish? I thought I had this all planned out but now I'm not sure. And Oh! I loathe this chapter. Just isn't coming out right, which is why it's so short..
Chapter 3 - Rants
Ryan Atwood surveyed the New York skyline coated in dreary, rainy grey as he listened to the silence on the other end of the line. After nearly a decade, he had learnt to decode Seth's rare silences. This one, Silence Type # 10 was the most ominous. He knew something was horribly, terribly wrong. It couldn't be Sandy or Kirsten because that would have meant Silence Type # 4, the kind that led to hysteria.
"She's back," Seth mumbled dully.
Oh! OH! That explained a lot. It definitely explained Marissa's drunken, rambling message on his machine. That had been two weeks ago. He had been playing phone tag with her since then. Rather he had been playing phone tag with one of her many minions. He hated her minions with a raw, burning passion that was only eclipsed by the minions' hate for him. But that was a whole another saga.
He used Seth's painful pause to hurriedly flip open his laptop, fumbling madly in his attempts to find the flight that would get him home quickest.
"Don't come," Seth muttered. "I can deal with this."
Ryan waited. He knew all too well what was coming next.
"All I ever wanted was a fucking chance. One shot. One! How hard is that for the universe to comprehend," Seth exploded into the phone.
"Instead I had to watch her feeding squirrels at 8 and picking up pot- bellied bankers at 16. When I had a semblance of chance, I screwed up. Something I do extraordinarily well judging by my not so-glorious history with women. Then she vanishes and I spend 8 years wishing for this very day. But of course when she shows up, she has a child in tow. And there must be some smarmy but suave real-estate-rat-type somewhere not far behind."
Seth stopped to take in some much needed air and angrily wipe the tears off his face. Ryan knew a chance when he saw one. "Seth, the comprehensible part of what you said is merely you jumping to conclusions. She had a child. It may not be her child."
Seth however would not be mollified. "Of course it's hers. Summer Roberts, Newport's 'It Girl' extraordinaire, would not be dragging other people's snotty-nosed brats around. Gucci says that's a strict fashion accessory no- no.," he lashed out bitterly.
"Summer Roberts, Newport's 'It Girl' extraordinaire, would not leave for 8 years without good reason," Ryan reasoned. "Something happened, Seth. Don't judge her before you know what it was. The only way to find out is to talk to her again."
"No! I'm done! No more! Screw this!"
"Seth, this is Summer. You're never going to be done until you know there isn't a chance in hell. That's why you've being building elaborate castles in the air since she left."
"I hate that you've picked up my worst habits. Like talking."
"I hate that you've picked up my worst habits. Like not trusting."
"Why should I trust her?"
"Because you knew the girl. I just knew the bitch."