A/N: Be prepared...there's isn't a real beginning to the story, it just kinda dives right in...I dunno how I feel about that, lol, but it didn't seem so random and stuff when I wrote it. I guess b/c it's mostly dialogue and stuff. I might fix that later. Also, be aware that this is my FIRST OC fic [I'm used to writing either O-Town or more recently—Gilmore Girls] I always try to stay in character in my fanfics, but new categories are kinda hard, so please bear with me. I'll decide whether I want to continue or not after reading your reviews.
Mysterious Admirer
Chapter 1
"Coop, I got another one of those letters today," Summer Roberts informed her best friend, Marissa Cooper.
"Another one?"
"Yeah, and it's, like, totally creeping me out." Summer shuddered. "I mean, I know Cohen has some kind of thing for me, but—can you say stalker?"
"How can you even be sure that the letters are from him?" Marissa asked. "I mean, they are typed, they just appear in your locker, and they aren't signed."
"It is so obviously Cohen," Summer replied, rolling her eyes. "There's no other possibility. Any other guy would, like, just say those things to my face."
"You just want them to be from Seth. I'm not saying they aren't from him, because—hey, how would I know—but he can't be the only—"
"Stalker I have?" Summer put in.
"—guy that's too shy to say those things out loud," Marissa finished with a grin. "Those letters are pretty personal, Summer."
"Whatev, Coop, I don't even care. I just wish they would stop."
Marissa shrugged. "I think it's sweet."
"It's, like, totally creepy is what it is," Summer corrected. "Anyway, I better get going. My step-mother is calling me downstairs."
"Alright, see you later."
"Bye." Summer hung up the phone, walking leisurely downstairs. She looked at her step-mother expectantly, but the woman didn't even look up. Summer started tapping her foot rapidly, her short heels interupting the silence with a deafening sound whose echo could be heard throughout the house.
Finally, her step-mother looked up. "Oh, there you are. You have mail." She waved a hand in the direction of the pile of mail on the table, then she went back to reading the newspaper and sipping her coffee.
Summer snatched the mail from the table, sorted through it, and hurried back upstairs, her heels making even more noise. She didn't care. Once the door was safely closed behind her, she took a closer look at her 'mail'. It was a plain white envelope, with SUMMER carefully written on the front. No addresses on it at all. The person must have dropped it off personally.
Shivering slightly, Summer tore open the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper inside. Her eyes slowly swept over the page, and she felt herself starting to blush.
Summer,
I had another dream about you last night. We were at the beach, and this time, you didn't even try to fight it. You immediately gave in to me, falling into my arms. It was then that I realized that you would be mine. I know it was only a dream, but I know that once you find out who I am, things will change. You will be mine, and I will be yours. Once I reveal myself to you, you will have already fallen, and there will be no turning back. But don't worry, I will be there to catch you. No worries about that. I wish I could hold you in my arms, tell you to your face just how I feel, but it is too soon. Yes, it is much better this way. But trust me, you and I will meet eventually, just give it time. I can't wait.
Always,
your Secret Admirer
"Like, ew." Summer bit her lip, staring at the typed letter in her hand. She seriously did not know what to think. It didn't sound like Seth Cohen, but...who else could it be?
* * * * *
"Cohen!"
Seth looked up from his locker, his eyes on Summer as she stormed over. Uh oh. What did I do this time? he wondered.
"Hey, Summer," he greeted, turning back to his locker to grab his books. Summer stopped him, her hand on his. He stared at their hands, a smile on his face. Summer quickly drew her hand back.
"Ew." She glanced around quickly to make sure no one had seen, before her eyes flew back to him. "Listen, Cohen, I don't want those letters anymore."
He waited for her to continue, but she didn't. She just stared at him with her arms crossed. He shrugged at her in confusion. "I give up. What letters?"
"What le—" She rolled her eyes. "You know what letters I'm talking about. The creepy ones."
"You're getting creepy letters?"
"You're, like, stalking me!" she cried.
"I prefer to think of it as observing you; I wouldn't go so far as calling me a stalker. Then again, what would I—"
"Just stop with the letters, if you know what's good for you," she threatened, walking off.
Seth made a face, saluting her. "Sure thing," he said sarcastically, slamming his locker closed and heading to his first class.
"I'm telling you, she thinks I'm stalking her."
"Well, dude, you kind of are," Ryan Atwood told Seth.
Seth pretended to be shocked. "I most certainly am—okay, yeah, I know pretty much everything about her, but that doesn't qualify me as a stalker, now does it?" He paused and Ryan gave him a look. "No, yeah, I guess it would look like that."
Marissa and Summer walked over, and Marissa set her lunch try on the table in front of Ryan, sitting down. Summer stared at Seth, not moving.
"Coop, I'm gonna go sit outside today, okay? It's nice out."
Marissa frowned. "Well, okay. You want me to come too?"
"No, stay here, I'm fine." And with that, Summer hurried to the double doors that led outside.
"I'm just gonna, uh," Seth glanced at Marissa and Ryan, but they were too busy staring at each other to even notice that Seth had spoken.
He went outside, his eyes scanning the courtyard for Summer. He finally spotted her and he walked over.
"Hey."
She looked up. "Hi," she replied reluctantly.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she snapped. Her face softened. "Sorry."
"That's okay, lash out as much as you need to." He patted her on the back. "I'm here."
She rolled her eyes. "Why are you here again?"
"Didn't want to watch Marissa and Ryan stare at each other all through lunch. It's enough to make me lose mine. Now why are you here?"
"Like stalking me through my mail isn't enough, you have to stalk me at school, too?"
Seth reeled back. "I haven't been sending you letters, Summer." She just glared at him, and he held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, don't believe me. I'll be going now."
"Cohen, wait," she called as he started to stand up.
"Yeah?"
"Everywhere I turn, there's another letter. If you aren't writing them, who is?"
He shook his head. "I don't know." Offering her a small smile, he stood up and walked back into the cafeteria.
Summer put her head in her hands, confused. Why did everything always have to happen to her?
* * * * *
"Mr. Cohen, are you with us?"
A few kids in the class started snickering, and Ryan nudged Seth. Snapping out of his daze, Seth frowned at his friend. "Dude, what?"
"Glad to see you're awake, Mr. Cohen. Now if you think you can stay awake for twenty more minutes, maybe we can get through class without any more interruptions."
Seth nodded at the teacher, red-faced. He looked over at Ryan. "How long had she been trying to get my attention?"
"Just a few minutes," Ryan shrugged. "What's up?"
"Well, I'm obviously not writing those letters to Summer..." Seth paused, deep in thought. "Who do you think is?"
Ryan coughed, pulling out a pen and starting to take notes. "No idea, man."
Seth sighed, trying to pay attention to the teacher. But he couldn't get his mind off of Summer and Mr. Secret Admirer.
After class, he and Ryan bumped into Summer and Marissa.
Ryan flashed Marissa a smile. "Hey," he greeted.
She blushed under his gaze. "Hey."
Seth didn't know if the two were together now or not, but he wished they would just make up their mind already. How hard is it to say 'I like you, do you wanna do something this weekend?' Then again, he guessed it was easier said than done.
"Hey Summer."
Her eyes flicked to him. "Seth."
Did she just call him Seth? Wow, maybe he was making progress.
They all walked over to Summer and Marissa's lockers, which happened to be right next to each other. Summer opened her locker and her heart started beating faster at the site of the plain white envelope laying on top of her books.
"You got another letter?" Marissa asked, peeking into her friend's locker. "Open it!"
Summer quickly stuffed the envelope in her purse, glancing at Seth for a split second. He was watching her. "No, I'm just going to, like, get even more creeped out. I'll trash it when I get home, so someone doesn't, like, read it or something."
"You're not going to read it?" Marissa asked in disappointment. "Can I read it before you throw it away, then? I think it's interesting."
"Coop, no. I shouldn't have even told you about those stupid letters."
"Can I read it?" Seth asked.
Summer looked up, his eyes boring into hers. She blushed. "No way."
He shrugged. "Can't blame a guy for trying. So, what do you two lovely girls have planned for this beautiful day today?"
"What did you have in mind?" Marissa asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Seth exchanged a glance with Ryan. "I'm sure we can come up with something."
"Okay, it's a date."
"Ew. It is not." Summer made a face.
"Alright, so it's a non-date. Do you two need a ride home?"
"That would be great."
"Shotgun," Ryan said as they walked out of the building and headed to Marissa's car.
Summer rolled her eyes as she climbed into the backseat next to Seth.
A/N: The letter was cheesy, I know. I'm not sure how many of those I'll actually type out, rather than just refer to them, ya know?? Anyway, please review, but if you didn't like it, try not to be too harsh, if you please. ;D