AN: The idea for this story was a suggestion by a reader and I just thought
it was a good one. I hope to write more of it. I'm also really hoping that
I'm conveying the right emotions for her satisfaction, and that ever other
person who may read this can enjoy it too.
Abigail Cohen ran abruptly to her full length mirror. She carried with her, several outfits on hangers, and a bag of makeup. She compared the garments. What to choose, ' The red skirt with a white halter top, or maybe this cute jean mini and this tee?' The choices were virtually endless with her family's endless streams of cash. She decided on the white halter and the red shirt, and dressed.
Music blared as she applied cosmetic after cosmetic. First a little foundation, then a little blush, some mascara, some sparkly eye shadow, and of course lipstick. She did a quick mirror check, turned off her radio and grabbed her purse. She made her way down the hallway, leaving behind her geometry homework. She glanced into Seth's room as she passed by. Stopping for a second, she saw him sitting on his bed reading. She knocked softly on the door.
"Come in." Her geeky-cute brother replied, not really looking in her direction.
"What's up?" She asked entering his room.
"Nothing, just---you know---reading." He gave on of his patented confused looks. "Why?"
"No reason, I was just wondering. I'm going out---didn't figure you'd wanna come."
"Me? Go to a "pod-party?" He asked, genuinely confused as to why he'd ever even think of such a thing.
"Yeah, you and Ryan could come. I bet Summer would be there." She added.
"As much as the obvious value is, that I would actually breathe the same air as Summer Roberts, and be accepted---it's just really not what I want to do right now. You're entitled to do whatever you want. I don't see why you want to go to these parties anyways. You are my little sister. Barely fifteen and you dress like Christina Aguilera circa 2003. I love ya, Abby. But I don't wanna go out tonight." He took a deep breath as he finished his sentence.
"Fine, have a good night." She replied turning and leaving. She wasn't really mad. Just confused as to why her brother hated the social scene so much. She clomped down the stairs in her latest chunky heels, and out to the waiting ride of one of her friends.
Back inside the house, Seth is back into his second read through of the latest comic. Don't misunderstand. Abby and Seth were pretty close. It's just the whole social thing they disagreed on. She was a media whore and he was a media rebel. Another set of footsteps coming up the steps alerted him. There was once again a knock on the door. Ryan entered the room.
"What's up?" He asked. "Nothing, Abby's off at some party and the parentals are off somewhere. I was just reading the latest issue again." He held up the comic. Ryan nodded his head.
"So a party, huh?" Ryan asked.
"Not you too. Are you seriously considering this? We've been to these parties before. Do you not remember what happened at the last one? People got shot my friend, people got shot."
"But Summer's gonna be there."
"Could everyone just get off me about that? I mean what about Anna? Has everyone failed to notice how irresistible I am to that girl? This isn't about me. This is about Marissa---isn't it?" He began to smile.
"Umm, Anna is gone in case you haven't noticed, but whatever you wanna think, go right ahead." Ryan raised his hands in surrender. "So are we going or not?" Seth threw down his comic, grabbed a sweatshirt jacket, and conceded.
"All right, let's go. But I'm only going to watch Abby." Ryan nodded once more and the two headed out the door.
------
They could hear the party from a block and a half away. So there was no trouble in finding it. Seth parked the beamer, and the two outsiders walked up to the door and into a world relatively unexplored for both of them.
Entering the doorway was like pressing play on a commercial for Abercrombie. Teens of all ages bouncing and mingling to the harsh, bass filled sounds of some indistinct rock group.
Marissa Cooper was sitting alone, sipping something out a plastic cup. She perked up at the sight of her two friends. She approached.
"Hey you guys, what are you doing here?" She asked flashing a smile Ryan's way.
"We just---ya know---came to check out the party." Ryan replied coolly. Marissa almost spit out her drink in a stifled laugh. Seth nodded at Ryan's remark.
"Just didn't expect you after---you know. Whatever, you want a drink?" She asked. Seth nodded a no.
"Sure." Ryan replied. She grabbed his hand and led him away. Seth made his way through the crowd, getting the usual looks. His search for Abigail ended as he came to a clearing and saw her. She was bumping and grinding with some random pod-guy. That was a sight he never wanted to see.
Abigail Cohen ran abruptly to her full length mirror. She carried with her, several outfits on hangers, and a bag of makeup. She compared the garments. What to choose, ' The red skirt with a white halter top, or maybe this cute jean mini and this tee?' The choices were virtually endless with her family's endless streams of cash. She decided on the white halter and the red shirt, and dressed.
Music blared as she applied cosmetic after cosmetic. First a little foundation, then a little blush, some mascara, some sparkly eye shadow, and of course lipstick. She did a quick mirror check, turned off her radio and grabbed her purse. She made her way down the hallway, leaving behind her geometry homework. She glanced into Seth's room as she passed by. Stopping for a second, she saw him sitting on his bed reading. She knocked softly on the door.
"Come in." Her geeky-cute brother replied, not really looking in her direction.
"What's up?" She asked entering his room.
"Nothing, just---you know---reading." He gave on of his patented confused looks. "Why?"
"No reason, I was just wondering. I'm going out---didn't figure you'd wanna come."
"Me? Go to a "pod-party?" He asked, genuinely confused as to why he'd ever even think of such a thing.
"Yeah, you and Ryan could come. I bet Summer would be there." She added.
"As much as the obvious value is, that I would actually breathe the same air as Summer Roberts, and be accepted---it's just really not what I want to do right now. You're entitled to do whatever you want. I don't see why you want to go to these parties anyways. You are my little sister. Barely fifteen and you dress like Christina Aguilera circa 2003. I love ya, Abby. But I don't wanna go out tonight." He took a deep breath as he finished his sentence.
"Fine, have a good night." She replied turning and leaving. She wasn't really mad. Just confused as to why her brother hated the social scene so much. She clomped down the stairs in her latest chunky heels, and out to the waiting ride of one of her friends.
Back inside the house, Seth is back into his second read through of the latest comic. Don't misunderstand. Abby and Seth were pretty close. It's just the whole social thing they disagreed on. She was a media whore and he was a media rebel. Another set of footsteps coming up the steps alerted him. There was once again a knock on the door. Ryan entered the room.
"What's up?" He asked. "Nothing, Abby's off at some party and the parentals are off somewhere. I was just reading the latest issue again." He held up the comic. Ryan nodded his head.
"So a party, huh?" Ryan asked.
"Not you too. Are you seriously considering this? We've been to these parties before. Do you not remember what happened at the last one? People got shot my friend, people got shot."
"But Summer's gonna be there."
"Could everyone just get off me about that? I mean what about Anna? Has everyone failed to notice how irresistible I am to that girl? This isn't about me. This is about Marissa---isn't it?" He began to smile.
"Umm, Anna is gone in case you haven't noticed, but whatever you wanna think, go right ahead." Ryan raised his hands in surrender. "So are we going or not?" Seth threw down his comic, grabbed a sweatshirt jacket, and conceded.
"All right, let's go. But I'm only going to watch Abby." Ryan nodded once more and the two headed out the door.
------
They could hear the party from a block and a half away. So there was no trouble in finding it. Seth parked the beamer, and the two outsiders walked up to the door and into a world relatively unexplored for both of them.
Entering the doorway was like pressing play on a commercial for Abercrombie. Teens of all ages bouncing and mingling to the harsh, bass filled sounds of some indistinct rock group.
Marissa Cooper was sitting alone, sipping something out a plastic cup. She perked up at the sight of her two friends. She approached.
"Hey you guys, what are you doing here?" She asked flashing a smile Ryan's way.
"We just---ya know---came to check out the party." Ryan replied coolly. Marissa almost spit out her drink in a stifled laugh. Seth nodded at Ryan's remark.
"Just didn't expect you after---you know. Whatever, you want a drink?" She asked. Seth nodded a no.
"Sure." Ryan replied. She grabbed his hand and led him away. Seth made his way through the crowd, getting the usual looks. His search for Abigail ended as he came to a clearing and saw her. She was bumping and grinding with some random pod-guy. That was a sight he never wanted to see.