Chapter 3
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Old friends + Operation RyRissa in action!
Marissa kicked off her heels and threw herself onto the couch. She and Summer had spent the whole day (yet again!) shopping for Christmukkah presents. Well, mainly for themselves, but who was keeping track? Summer had wanted to hit a few more stores, but Marissa was wiped out. So Summer dropped Marissa off at the apartment they shared.
The answering machine beeped. Shut up, Marissa yelled, to no one in particular. It kept beeping. Marissa dragged herself to the phone, where she hit a few buttons.
"You have 2 new messages," the automated voice said. "First message: Marissa, honey, it's Kirsten Cohen. I don't know if Seth told you and Summer but we'd love to have you join us for Christmukkah. Well, call me back, you know the number."
Marissa deleted the message. "Second message: Summer, it's Seth Cohen. Just wanted to remind you that you and Marissa are welcome for Christmukkah. Call me back when you get a chance. You know the number."
Marissa smiled. Seth was so much like his mother. They were both kind and always thought of other people. She deleted this message as well.
The phone rang. "Hello?" Marissa sighed. Would she ever get some peace and quiet?
"Coop, it's Summer. I think I'm going to be out pretty late, so just order something for yourself or make something. I ran into some old friends, so-" Summer said uneasily.
She always felt guilty leaving Marissa home by herself. Whenever the two did go out, Marissa always came home with tons of guys' numbers, but she never seemed to want to call them.
"Sounds great, actually. Sum, don't worry, I'm so tired all I want to do is crawl into bed," Marissa said, and Summer knew she was being sincere.
"Great! Well, I guess I'll talk to you later. Call me if you need anything, Coop," Summer said, hanging up the phone.
Well, she hadn't lied completely that time. Seth Cohen counted as an old friend, sort of.
"So Marissa's okay with you being out tonight?" Seth asked, coming into the kitchen with a comic book.
"Cohen, do you still read comic books? That is so, Ew," Summer said, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the comic book.
"Well, it's nice to know that some girls stay bitchy," Seth retorted, but shoving the comic book underneath a few of his mom's Vogues.
"Look, Cohen, don't get nasty with me. I'm sorry for, um, dissing your interests. But I need your help," Summer smiled, touching Seth on the shoulder.
A shiver ran down Seth's spine. After all those years, Summer Roberts still had what it took to make Seth fall madly in love with her. Their eyes met, and then Summer quickly took her hand off of his shoulder.
"Ew, I hate moments," Summer said, to fill the awkward silence.
"I know," Seth replied, deep in thought.
He knew that he still liked Summer. But did Summer still like him? There had definitely been something between them, during the "moment", but what did it mean? Seth resolved to find out.
"So, what do you need from me, fair lady," Seth joked.
"Don't push it Cohen," Summer warned. "Before I tell you about my plan, is Ryan going to be at this Christmukkah shindig?"
"Duh. He's like, my brother. Ryan wouldn't miss it for the world. Especially since mom's not cooking," Seth confided, looking around to make sure his mom was out of earshot.
"I heard that, Seth Cohen," Kirsten called from upstairs.
Damn, Seth thought, nothing gets by her.
"Perfect. Now, as we all know, Marissa is miserable without Ryan. Is Ryan miserable without her, Cohen?" Summer stared at him, to make sure he couldn't lie. Seth could never keep a secret when being watched by Summer's evil eye.
"No, of course not. Atwood's a tough guy, he's moved on." Summer stared harder. "Okay, okay," Seth whined, "I give in! All Ryan ever talks about is Marissa, or how he is so over Marissa. But I know he's not. He still carries a picture of her in his wallet. What am I saying, all the pictures in his wallet have her in them!"
"That's better, Cohen," Summer smiled. "You should know by now that you can't keep a secret from me."
"So what exactly are we doing?" Seth asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Operation RyRissa, that's what!" Summer stated. "I told Marissa that Ryan is really busy and probably won't be able to fly in. I also said he probably can't get a flight anyway because of the snow. Obviously, those were total lies. But how else could I get her to go?"
"Oh, I see. Now you want Seth and Captain Oats to lie to Brother Ryan," Seth said dumbly, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Coh-I mean Seth, you were always good at knowing just what I wanted," Summer shrieked hugging Seth so tightly he thought she was giving him the Heimlich.
Seth smiled. Those were the kinds of things he liked to hear from Summer.
"It's good to have you back," Seth whispered.
Summer suddenly pulled away from his embrace. "Okay, that was another moment. Sorry."
"You always did have a knack for ruining moments, Sum," Seth reminded her.
Sandy walked into the kitchen. "Hi Summer," he said, "I thought I heard your voice."
"Sandy, hi!" Summer squealed, hugging him.
"Do you want to stay for dinner? Kirsten's not cooking," Sandy winked at Seth and Summer.
"I heard that, Sandy," Kirsten yelled.
Damn, Sandy thought, nothing gets by her.
Disclaimer-McG and Josh Schwartz own the O.C, I just wish I did!
Please, please, please review!
Old friends + Operation RyRissa in action!
Marissa kicked off her heels and threw herself onto the couch. She and Summer had spent the whole day (yet again!) shopping for Christmukkah presents. Well, mainly for themselves, but who was keeping track? Summer had wanted to hit a few more stores, but Marissa was wiped out. So Summer dropped Marissa off at the apartment they shared.
The answering machine beeped. Shut up, Marissa yelled, to no one in particular. It kept beeping. Marissa dragged herself to the phone, where she hit a few buttons.
"You have 2 new messages," the automated voice said. "First message: Marissa, honey, it's Kirsten Cohen. I don't know if Seth told you and Summer but we'd love to have you join us for Christmukkah. Well, call me back, you know the number."
Marissa deleted the message. "Second message: Summer, it's Seth Cohen. Just wanted to remind you that you and Marissa are welcome for Christmukkah. Call me back when you get a chance. You know the number."
Marissa smiled. Seth was so much like his mother. They were both kind and always thought of other people. She deleted this message as well.
The phone rang. "Hello?" Marissa sighed. Would she ever get some peace and quiet?
"Coop, it's Summer. I think I'm going to be out pretty late, so just order something for yourself or make something. I ran into some old friends, so-" Summer said uneasily.
She always felt guilty leaving Marissa home by herself. Whenever the two did go out, Marissa always came home with tons of guys' numbers, but she never seemed to want to call them.
"Sounds great, actually. Sum, don't worry, I'm so tired all I want to do is crawl into bed," Marissa said, and Summer knew she was being sincere.
"Great! Well, I guess I'll talk to you later. Call me if you need anything, Coop," Summer said, hanging up the phone.
Well, she hadn't lied completely that time. Seth Cohen counted as an old friend, sort of.
"So Marissa's okay with you being out tonight?" Seth asked, coming into the kitchen with a comic book.
"Cohen, do you still read comic books? That is so, Ew," Summer said, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the comic book.
"Well, it's nice to know that some girls stay bitchy," Seth retorted, but shoving the comic book underneath a few of his mom's Vogues.
"Look, Cohen, don't get nasty with me. I'm sorry for, um, dissing your interests. But I need your help," Summer smiled, touching Seth on the shoulder.
A shiver ran down Seth's spine. After all those years, Summer Roberts still had what it took to make Seth fall madly in love with her. Their eyes met, and then Summer quickly took her hand off of his shoulder.
"Ew, I hate moments," Summer said, to fill the awkward silence.
"I know," Seth replied, deep in thought.
He knew that he still liked Summer. But did Summer still like him? There had definitely been something between them, during the "moment", but what did it mean? Seth resolved to find out.
"So, what do you need from me, fair lady," Seth joked.
"Don't push it Cohen," Summer warned. "Before I tell you about my plan, is Ryan going to be at this Christmukkah shindig?"
"Duh. He's like, my brother. Ryan wouldn't miss it for the world. Especially since mom's not cooking," Seth confided, looking around to make sure his mom was out of earshot.
"I heard that, Seth Cohen," Kirsten called from upstairs.
Damn, Seth thought, nothing gets by her.
"Perfect. Now, as we all know, Marissa is miserable without Ryan. Is Ryan miserable without her, Cohen?" Summer stared at him, to make sure he couldn't lie. Seth could never keep a secret when being watched by Summer's evil eye.
"No, of course not. Atwood's a tough guy, he's moved on." Summer stared harder. "Okay, okay," Seth whined, "I give in! All Ryan ever talks about is Marissa, or how he is so over Marissa. But I know he's not. He still carries a picture of her in his wallet. What am I saying, all the pictures in his wallet have her in them!"
"That's better, Cohen," Summer smiled. "You should know by now that you can't keep a secret from me."
"So what exactly are we doing?" Seth asked, a puzzled look on his face.
"Operation RyRissa, that's what!" Summer stated. "I told Marissa that Ryan is really busy and probably won't be able to fly in. I also said he probably can't get a flight anyway because of the snow. Obviously, those were total lies. But how else could I get her to go?"
"Oh, I see. Now you want Seth and Captain Oats to lie to Brother Ryan," Seth said dumbly, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Coh-I mean Seth, you were always good at knowing just what I wanted," Summer shrieked hugging Seth so tightly he thought she was giving him the Heimlich.
Seth smiled. Those were the kinds of things he liked to hear from Summer.
"It's good to have you back," Seth whispered.
Summer suddenly pulled away from his embrace. "Okay, that was another moment. Sorry."
"You always did have a knack for ruining moments, Sum," Seth reminded her.
Sandy walked into the kitchen. "Hi Summer," he said, "I thought I heard your voice."
"Sandy, hi!" Summer squealed, hugging him.
"Do you want to stay for dinner? Kirsten's not cooking," Sandy winked at Seth and Summer.
"I heard that, Sandy," Kirsten yelled.
Damn, Sandy thought, nothing gets by her.