A/N: Ok. [Emma] - your review was practically amazingly accurate. *hint*
Next: Thanks for no more bashing reviews and I'm trying as hard as I can to update. I had written chapter 9, but accidentally forgot to save it and poof it was gone, so I had to rewrite it. But that's ok, because I really didn't like how I wrote it in the first place. I debated whether or not to have Summer run after Seth, or something like that, and I hope you like how I decided to go about it. ENJOY! Oh and from now on, chapter titles will be after songs. Just saying that for copyright purposes.
Chapter 9: Nothing Left To Say
Summer watched him leave.
She just stood there, speechless, and watched Seth Cohen leave.
You couldn't blame her; she was in complete shock. She was frozen stiff, not knowing what to do or say. There was nothing left to say. Her dreams didn't predict Seth's actions. She saw the pain, the frustration, the mistrust in his eyes. She had heard the anger in his voice; the disappointment in tone. She had absorbed this all in, swallowing back the burning lump that had formed slowly in her throat. Blinking slowly, Summer watched Seth Cohen disappear down the hallway.
She couldn't let him slip away from her. She couldn't NOT go after him.
And that's why she ran after him.
That's why Summer made the best decision she could've made.
He needed to know the truth.
And she was finally strong enough to tell him.
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Marissa and Charlotte had somehow gotten lost in the familiar hallways of Summer's building. The blue flowered wallpaper on all the walls was making Marissa dizzy, not to mention the incoherent babbling of Summer's mini me, and she was ever so thankful when her cell phone rang, breaking Charlotte's rant about why she loved Barbie more then Ken.
Charlotte's head jerked up at the sound, and she wandered down the hallway, tracing the flowers on the walls with her tiny fingers.
Marissa glanced down at the screen of her cell phone, sighing as she saw "Mom" flashing across the screen, and held the phone to her ear.
"Marissa, darling," Her mother began, "I'm so sorry for what happened earlier. To make up for it, I was wondering if you could invite Summer to Christmas dinner."
Marissa smiled in astonishment, and agreed with her mother that it was a great idea, although she wasn't sure if Julie Cooper's intentions were all that dandy, but still, Summer probably was planning on spending the holidays alone, and everybody wants somebody on Christmas.
Marissa ended the call after promising her mother she would be home soon, so they could talk. About what, she wasn't sure, but she was proud her mother was finally taking initiative to be nice to Marissa, and Ryan.
Marissa smiled to herself and walked after Charlotte, who, out of boredom, had started pressing all of the elevator buttons at once, delighted just to see them glow.
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"Kirsten," Ryan said, entering the kitchen where Sandy and Kirsten were sitting down, enjoying their meal of cold French fries and burgers. Kirsten had tried to cook, at least. Ryan noticed the burnt chicken in the frying pan, laughing to himself.
"Ryan!" Kirsten squealed. "Want some McDonalds?" She patted the empty chair for him to sit down upon, which he did, shaking his head in response to her question. He didn't really have much appetite at the moment.
"Can I ask for some advice?" Ryan asked, timidly.
Kirsten's face lit up, as if giving Ryan advice was an honor, and nodded happily. Sandy watched on, swirling his fries into some ketchup.
"Well," Ryan said slowly, trying to place his words correctly. "It has to do with Marissa."
"Woman troubles?" Sandy laughed and Kirsten hit his leg lightly, giving him a threatening look.
"Sort of." Ryan nodded, looking straight into Kirsten's eyes. "And it has to do with Summer."
Sandy stared blankly at Ryan, and then Kirsten, who smiled at him with ease.
"What do you want to know?" Kirsten asked, figuring Seth had told Ryan, because Seth tells Ryan everything.
"Everything." Ryan asked, his eyes lowering, demanding the truth and Kirsten sighed in defeat.
"Ok. Where should I start?" Kristen said to herself, but out loud and Sandy's ears perked up at this. Kirsten hadn't really let Sandy in on all the details, because he had fought with her on the decision to not tell Seth.
"How did you end up helping Summer?" Ryan asked, grabbing a fry from Kirsten's plate. "That's a good place to start."
"She was about six months pregnant." Kirsten started. "She never really told me much about what happened before that, so I don't know anything before the night she came to me, except that she had been staying in a motel and was running out of money."
Ryan cut in, "Why was she living in a motel?"
"Her parents kicked her out." Sandy filled him in and Ryan felt a tiny slice of sadness for Summer. He nodded at Kirsten to continue.
"She came to me, and," Kirsten paused, thinking about how hard it was to retell this to someone, "I have never seen Summer that way before, Ryan."
Ryan leaned on his arm, letting Kirsten's words slip into him slowly.
"She was a wreck. She was so weak, so tired looking. I had to help her. She kept saying how she didn't know what to do, or where to go." Kirsten's eyes wilted when she thought of how helpless Summer had been, "I helped her get an apartment, but she made me promise not to say anything to Seth. I fought with her on it, but you have to understand," She paused, searching Ryan's face for his reaction, "She didn't want Seth to ruin his future."
By Ryan's inquisitive expression, she explained. "She didn't want Seth to resume responsibility, because she knew he would drop out and never have any of his dreams accomplished. Ryan, when you love someone, you want the best for him. And even though Summer's demands may not have been how I would have done it, who was I to argue with her, when all she wanted was the best for my son?" Sandy wrapped his arm around Kirsten, who had begun to sob towards the end of her words.
"I don't blame you." Ryan said. "And I'm sure Seth doesn't."
"I hope so." Kirsten nodded, eating a fry and leaning onto Sandy. "I would have definitely told Seth if he were the father." Kirsten added, wiping her eyes clean.
Ryan gulped, "He's not the father?"
"That's what made me not tell him," Kirsten said. "Summer told me he wasn't the father, but she knew that wouldn't matter to him."
"Is she sure? I mean," Ryan stammered, not sure what to think. Had Summer cheated on Seth? Who else could be the father? He thought for a moment, I could ask Marissa, but threw away that idea. Marissa hadn't been honest about Summer even having a child, so why would she clue him in on the paternity?
Kirsten nodded. "Summer wouldn't lie about something like that."
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"Seth," She let his name crawl out of her throat, but it sounded more like a whisper then a scream. "Seth!" She screamed again, falling down on the floor. Why did seeing him, talking to him, or nearly thinking of him always make her into a weakling? She grew physically tired when he was around; she couldn't feel her bones or hear her own thoughts.
But it had worked, and he had turned around, slowly. He stared at Summer, who was rocking back and forth on the floor like a tortured child. She was crying, full out crying, and he couldn't resist that. He couldn't stand to see her so broken, so miserable.
He walked over to her slowly, not being able to control his actions due to extreme matters of weakness he had around her. As they once use to say jokingly, they were each other's kryptonite. But joke or not, they really were.
He stretched out his hand to her, which she ignored dismissively, and she moaned slowly, clutching her stomach. She curled up into a tiny ball, still rocking back and forth. She felt sick, as if she could hurl at any moment.
"Summer?" Seth asked, kneeling beside her concerned.
She looked up at him, between rocking, her eyes staring at his apologetically and things started to get hazy.
She tried to call to him for help, but before she knew it, she couldn't see straight or hear his words.
Everything faded to black.
"Summer?" Seth asked again, his voice heightening in distress. He shook her gently, but she didn't move. He could see she was still breathing, but her tears had stopped with the rocking, and she looked like Snow White, sleeping in her glass coffin.
He looked down the hallway to see if Marissa was close, but he didn't see or hear her.
Slowly, he picked up Summer off the floor and carried her into the apartment, placing her on the couch gently.
Clearly, she had passed out. Out of stress or something like that, Seth thought.
He sat down on the opposing armchair, watching her breath in gently and breath out again.
He leaned down next to her, wrapping a nearby blanket around her.
"I forgive you." He whispered softly, although she wouldn't be able to hear him anyway, and kissed her cheek. He sat back down on the armchair, watching her.
He leaned back, depressed, knowing that he had surrendered to the powers of Summer Roberts. But then again, maybe that wasn't a bad thing, since he couldn't remember him being happier in the past two years without her, then he was right now, simply watching her sleep.
That didn't really surprise him though.
Summer was always more appealing and angelic when she wasn't actually speaking, or awake, for that matter.
And he liked her that way.
Next: Thanks for no more bashing reviews and I'm trying as hard as I can to update. I had written chapter 9, but accidentally forgot to save it and poof it was gone, so I had to rewrite it. But that's ok, because I really didn't like how I wrote it in the first place. I debated whether or not to have Summer run after Seth, or something like that, and I hope you like how I decided to go about it. ENJOY! Oh and from now on, chapter titles will be after songs. Just saying that for copyright purposes.
Chapter 9: Nothing Left To Say
Summer watched him leave.
She just stood there, speechless, and watched Seth Cohen leave.
You couldn't blame her; she was in complete shock. She was frozen stiff, not knowing what to do or say. There was nothing left to say. Her dreams didn't predict Seth's actions. She saw the pain, the frustration, the mistrust in his eyes. She had heard the anger in his voice; the disappointment in tone. She had absorbed this all in, swallowing back the burning lump that had formed slowly in her throat. Blinking slowly, Summer watched Seth Cohen disappear down the hallway.
She couldn't let him slip away from her. She couldn't NOT go after him.
And that's why she ran after him.
That's why Summer made the best decision she could've made.
He needed to know the truth.
And she was finally strong enough to tell him.
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Marissa and Charlotte had somehow gotten lost in the familiar hallways of Summer's building. The blue flowered wallpaper on all the walls was making Marissa dizzy, not to mention the incoherent babbling of Summer's mini me, and she was ever so thankful when her cell phone rang, breaking Charlotte's rant about why she loved Barbie more then Ken.
Charlotte's head jerked up at the sound, and she wandered down the hallway, tracing the flowers on the walls with her tiny fingers.
Marissa glanced down at the screen of her cell phone, sighing as she saw "Mom" flashing across the screen, and held the phone to her ear.
"Marissa, darling," Her mother began, "I'm so sorry for what happened earlier. To make up for it, I was wondering if you could invite Summer to Christmas dinner."
Marissa smiled in astonishment, and agreed with her mother that it was a great idea, although she wasn't sure if Julie Cooper's intentions were all that dandy, but still, Summer probably was planning on spending the holidays alone, and everybody wants somebody on Christmas.
Marissa ended the call after promising her mother she would be home soon, so they could talk. About what, she wasn't sure, but she was proud her mother was finally taking initiative to be nice to Marissa, and Ryan.
Marissa smiled to herself and walked after Charlotte, who, out of boredom, had started pressing all of the elevator buttons at once, delighted just to see them glow.
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"Kirsten," Ryan said, entering the kitchen where Sandy and Kirsten were sitting down, enjoying their meal of cold French fries and burgers. Kirsten had tried to cook, at least. Ryan noticed the burnt chicken in the frying pan, laughing to himself.
"Ryan!" Kirsten squealed. "Want some McDonalds?" She patted the empty chair for him to sit down upon, which he did, shaking his head in response to her question. He didn't really have much appetite at the moment.
"Can I ask for some advice?" Ryan asked, timidly.
Kirsten's face lit up, as if giving Ryan advice was an honor, and nodded happily. Sandy watched on, swirling his fries into some ketchup.
"Well," Ryan said slowly, trying to place his words correctly. "It has to do with Marissa."
"Woman troubles?" Sandy laughed and Kirsten hit his leg lightly, giving him a threatening look.
"Sort of." Ryan nodded, looking straight into Kirsten's eyes. "And it has to do with Summer."
Sandy stared blankly at Ryan, and then Kirsten, who smiled at him with ease.
"What do you want to know?" Kirsten asked, figuring Seth had told Ryan, because Seth tells Ryan everything.
"Everything." Ryan asked, his eyes lowering, demanding the truth and Kirsten sighed in defeat.
"Ok. Where should I start?" Kristen said to herself, but out loud and Sandy's ears perked up at this. Kirsten hadn't really let Sandy in on all the details, because he had fought with her on the decision to not tell Seth.
"How did you end up helping Summer?" Ryan asked, grabbing a fry from Kirsten's plate. "That's a good place to start."
"She was about six months pregnant." Kirsten started. "She never really told me much about what happened before that, so I don't know anything before the night she came to me, except that she had been staying in a motel and was running out of money."
Ryan cut in, "Why was she living in a motel?"
"Her parents kicked her out." Sandy filled him in and Ryan felt a tiny slice of sadness for Summer. He nodded at Kirsten to continue.
"She came to me, and," Kirsten paused, thinking about how hard it was to retell this to someone, "I have never seen Summer that way before, Ryan."
Ryan leaned on his arm, letting Kirsten's words slip into him slowly.
"She was a wreck. She was so weak, so tired looking. I had to help her. She kept saying how she didn't know what to do, or where to go." Kirsten's eyes wilted when she thought of how helpless Summer had been, "I helped her get an apartment, but she made me promise not to say anything to Seth. I fought with her on it, but you have to understand," She paused, searching Ryan's face for his reaction, "She didn't want Seth to ruin his future."
By Ryan's inquisitive expression, she explained. "She didn't want Seth to resume responsibility, because she knew he would drop out and never have any of his dreams accomplished. Ryan, when you love someone, you want the best for him. And even though Summer's demands may not have been how I would have done it, who was I to argue with her, when all she wanted was the best for my son?" Sandy wrapped his arm around Kirsten, who had begun to sob towards the end of her words.
"I don't blame you." Ryan said. "And I'm sure Seth doesn't."
"I hope so." Kirsten nodded, eating a fry and leaning onto Sandy. "I would have definitely told Seth if he were the father." Kirsten added, wiping her eyes clean.
Ryan gulped, "He's not the father?"
"That's what made me not tell him," Kirsten said. "Summer told me he wasn't the father, but she knew that wouldn't matter to him."
"Is she sure? I mean," Ryan stammered, not sure what to think. Had Summer cheated on Seth? Who else could be the father? He thought for a moment, I could ask Marissa, but threw away that idea. Marissa hadn't been honest about Summer even having a child, so why would she clue him in on the paternity?
Kirsten nodded. "Summer wouldn't lie about something like that."
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"Seth," She let his name crawl out of her throat, but it sounded more like a whisper then a scream. "Seth!" She screamed again, falling down on the floor. Why did seeing him, talking to him, or nearly thinking of him always make her into a weakling? She grew physically tired when he was around; she couldn't feel her bones or hear her own thoughts.
But it had worked, and he had turned around, slowly. He stared at Summer, who was rocking back and forth on the floor like a tortured child. She was crying, full out crying, and he couldn't resist that. He couldn't stand to see her so broken, so miserable.
He walked over to her slowly, not being able to control his actions due to extreme matters of weakness he had around her. As they once use to say jokingly, they were each other's kryptonite. But joke or not, they really were.
He stretched out his hand to her, which she ignored dismissively, and she moaned slowly, clutching her stomach. She curled up into a tiny ball, still rocking back and forth. She felt sick, as if she could hurl at any moment.
"Summer?" Seth asked, kneeling beside her concerned.
She looked up at him, between rocking, her eyes staring at his apologetically and things started to get hazy.
She tried to call to him for help, but before she knew it, she couldn't see straight or hear his words.
Everything faded to black.
"Summer?" Seth asked again, his voice heightening in distress. He shook her gently, but she didn't move. He could see she was still breathing, but her tears had stopped with the rocking, and she looked like Snow White, sleeping in her glass coffin.
He looked down the hallway to see if Marissa was close, but he didn't see or hear her.
Slowly, he picked up Summer off the floor and carried her into the apartment, placing her on the couch gently.
Clearly, she had passed out. Out of stress or something like that, Seth thought.
He sat down on the opposing armchair, watching her breath in gently and breath out again.
He leaned down next to her, wrapping a nearby blanket around her.
"I forgive you." He whispered softly, although she wouldn't be able to hear him anyway, and kissed her cheek. He sat back down on the armchair, watching her.
He leaned back, depressed, knowing that he had surrendered to the powers of Summer Roberts. But then again, maybe that wasn't a bad thing, since he couldn't remember him being happier in the past two years without her, then he was right now, simply watching her sleep.
That didn't really surprise him though.
Summer was always more appealing and angelic when she wasn't actually speaking, or awake, for that matter.
And he liked her that way.