Chapter 8
Disclaimer: McG and Josh Schwartz own the O.C., I just wish I did.
Review!!! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. ~Sorry I am dragging this out-but Chapter 9 will be posted right after this one!~
'Twas the night before Christmukkah
"Sum, wake up! The party starts in an hour," Marissa shouted.
Summer rolled over groggily. What time was it? She squinted at the clock by the bed.
"Coop," Summer whined, throwing back the covers, "why didn't you wake me up earlier? How am I supposed to get ready in one stupid hour?"
"I knew you were tired, so I decided to let you sleep. Besides, now I don't have to worry about you looking better then me, since you won't have as much time," she teased.
Summer groaned. "Fat chance of that happening," she muttered. Marissa looked hot all the time and she knew it.
"So, what are you wearing?" Marissa asked, turning on the TV. "Hey look, the Real World is on!"
Summer and Marissa excitedly turned up the volume. For a few minutes they sat in silence, enjoying one of their favorite shows from high school.
"Oh my god! I just wasted another ten minutes," Summer shrieked, throwing a pillow at Marissa.
Before Marissa could fight back, Summer ran into the bathroom with her makeup bag. She set all of her cosmetics on the counter, and stared at the bags under her eyes. Then she began to work her magic!
When Summer finally emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, Marissa smiled.
"What do you think?" Summer asked.
"One word: perfect!"
"Good, that's the look I was going for," Summer replied, sitting on her bed. She leaned over and unzipped her Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"Am I going for sultry and sexy or sweet and classy?"
"I'd save the sultry and sexy for tomorrow night. After all, it's Christmukkah Eve tomorrow night." Marissa said. Summer changed quickly, discarding her jeans and sweatshirt on the floor. She quickly pulled off her t-shirt, but Marissa noticed something odd.
"Is that a 'Death Cab for Cutie' t-shirt, Sum?" Marissa asked innocently.
"Yeah," Summer shrugged, "so?"
"If I remember correctly, a certain Summer Roberts once said that she returned all of a certain Seth Cohen's shirts to him."
"Ugh, fine. It's Seth's. The one thing I kept of his. Just a little reminder, you know."
"As long as you admit it."
"Shut it, Coop. Can we go?" Summer glowered.
As they exited the guest house that they were sharing, a wind picked up. Marissa shivered and ran back in to get a jacket. She came out with one for Summer, too.
"Thanks, Coop."
Summer and Marissa walked quietly through the garden to the main house. The stars were just beginning to appear in the sky. When they reached the French doors, Marissa took her jacket off. Summer did the same.
"Sum, will you go put our jackets in Seth's room?" Marissa asked sweetly.
Summer whimpered. "Do I have to?"
Marissa smiled. "Well, I could go see if Anna arrived. Maybe she wants to go up there. Who knows, her and Seth might have a lot to talk about."
Summer grabbed the jackets and ran up the stares. Ha, Marissa thought. At least Summer won't be lonely tonight. She put on a happy face and walked into the kitchen, where Kirsten was instructing the wait staff.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Kirsten?" Marissa asked.
"No thanks, sweetie. I hired some people to help out. Go enjoy yourself, you're mine and Sandy's guest!" Kirsten replied firmly, handing Marissa a glass of champagne. "Go!"
Marissa walked out of the kitchen. She walked around aimlessly, stopping to chat with old friends now and then. But still, no sign of Summer. Or Seth, for that matter. Hmm.
"Marissa! There you are," Summer yelled, making her way through the crowd towards Marissa. "I've been looking all over for you, Coop." "Sorry. I was socializing with the old Newport gang," Marissa said.
"It's been, what? Five years since high school? And you're still Miss Social Chair," Summer joked.
"Hey guys," Seth joined them, two drinks in his hand. "Here, Summer, I got some champagne for you."
"Thanks."
"So, Marissa, I forgot to ask you earlier. Do you have a new boyfriend? Or are you still single?" Seth asked. What he got was a slap from Summer.
"Shut up, Cohen. That's Marissa's personal business. And even if she did have a boyfriend, what difference does it make to you?" Summer nudged Seth, hoping he would play along.
"Sorry, Marissa. It's great if you have a boyfriend. Are you getting serious?" Seth revised his question.
"It's okay, Seth. But I don't have a boyfriend right now. I've gone out with a few guys, but we just didn't click," Marissa hung her head.
Seth and Summer shared a secret glance. "Coop, can you please get me another drink?" Summer said, pointing to her empty glass. "Thanks, you're a doll."
Marissa went off in search of a drink for Summer. Seth turned to Summer and said, "I just talked to Ryan. His flight was delayed. Again. But he's definitely coming tomorrow. Which is even better, you know, because then he'll get here just in time for Christmukkah."
"Good point," Summer replied, "but he better get here tomorrow night, or else-"
Seth cut her off. "Or else I will suffer the wrath of Summer Roberts, right?" he teased.
"Cohen. Rage blackouts. Do you not remember anything about me from high school?"
"Sorry. Oh, here comes Marissa. Act like you're fighting with me," Seth hissed.
"Don't I always?" Summer glared. "Cohen, you have like, no sense of humor," she added, as Marissa walked up.
"Fighting? Again?" Marissa asked. "Where's your Christmukkah spirit?"
"I've got mine, but Summer seems to have misplaced hers. Oh wait, that's right, she never had any to begin with!" Seth answered.
"Shut up!"
Luke walked up to the trio with Holly by his side. Summer and Marissa had eventually reconciled with Holly, and were good friends again. Luke and Holly were back together, but this time, it was official. Definitely not like when Luke was cheating on Marissa with Holly.
"Hey," Holly squealed, handing her champagne glass to Luke and hugging Marissa and Summer.
"Hey Holly, when did you get here?" Marissa asked, smiling at the girl.
"Just twenty minutes ago. Luke picked me up from the airport. So, how's college?" Holly answered. After high school, Holly had become a lot less of a bitch. She had even acknowledged and accepted Summer's relationship with Seth.
"Almost over," Summer laughed, taking a swig of her drink.
"I know what you mean. Miami's great and all, but I can't wait to come home. For good," Holly said, laughing as well. Holly went to the University of Miami.
Summer, Marissa, and Holly continued chatting animatedly. Luke and Seth were thrust into the background. Luke took this opportunity to get the inside scoop.
"Hey Seth," Luke whispered, "Where's the Playstation?"
Seth laughed. "In good time my friend, in good time."
When the cocktail party was over, Marissa and Summer headed back to the guest house they were sharing with Holly and, when or if she arrived, Anna. Holly was with Luke, saying good night or staying the night. Whatever.
"Coop," Summer murmured drowsily, as she laid down on her bed.
"Hmm?" came the reply from the other side of the room.
"I think I love him."
Disclaimer: McG and Josh Schwartz own the O.C., I just wish I did.
Review!!! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. ~Sorry I am dragging this out-but Chapter 9 will be posted right after this one!~
'Twas the night before Christmukkah
"Sum, wake up! The party starts in an hour," Marissa shouted.
Summer rolled over groggily. What time was it? She squinted at the clock by the bed.
"Coop," Summer whined, throwing back the covers, "why didn't you wake me up earlier? How am I supposed to get ready in one stupid hour?"
"I knew you were tired, so I decided to let you sleep. Besides, now I don't have to worry about you looking better then me, since you won't have as much time," she teased.
Summer groaned. "Fat chance of that happening," she muttered. Marissa looked hot all the time and she knew it.
"So, what are you wearing?" Marissa asked, turning on the TV. "Hey look, the Real World is on!"
Summer and Marissa excitedly turned up the volume. For a few minutes they sat in silence, enjoying one of their favorite shows from high school.
"Oh my god! I just wasted another ten minutes," Summer shrieked, throwing a pillow at Marissa.
Before Marissa could fight back, Summer ran into the bathroom with her makeup bag. She set all of her cosmetics on the counter, and stared at the bags under her eyes. Then she began to work her magic!
When Summer finally emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, Marissa smiled.
"What do you think?" Summer asked.
"One word: perfect!"
"Good, that's the look I was going for," Summer replied, sitting on her bed. She leaned over and unzipped her Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"Am I going for sultry and sexy or sweet and classy?"
"I'd save the sultry and sexy for tomorrow night. After all, it's Christmukkah Eve tomorrow night." Marissa said. Summer changed quickly, discarding her jeans and sweatshirt on the floor. She quickly pulled off her t-shirt, but Marissa noticed something odd.
"Is that a 'Death Cab for Cutie' t-shirt, Sum?" Marissa asked innocently.
"Yeah," Summer shrugged, "so?"
"If I remember correctly, a certain Summer Roberts once said that she returned all of a certain Seth Cohen's shirts to him."
"Ugh, fine. It's Seth's. The one thing I kept of his. Just a little reminder, you know."
"As long as you admit it."
"Shut it, Coop. Can we go?" Summer glowered.
As they exited the guest house that they were sharing, a wind picked up. Marissa shivered and ran back in to get a jacket. She came out with one for Summer, too.
"Thanks, Coop."
Summer and Marissa walked quietly through the garden to the main house. The stars were just beginning to appear in the sky. When they reached the French doors, Marissa took her jacket off. Summer did the same.
"Sum, will you go put our jackets in Seth's room?" Marissa asked sweetly.
Summer whimpered. "Do I have to?"
Marissa smiled. "Well, I could go see if Anna arrived. Maybe she wants to go up there. Who knows, her and Seth might have a lot to talk about."
Summer grabbed the jackets and ran up the stares. Ha, Marissa thought. At least Summer won't be lonely tonight. She put on a happy face and walked into the kitchen, where Kirsten was instructing the wait staff.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Kirsten?" Marissa asked.
"No thanks, sweetie. I hired some people to help out. Go enjoy yourself, you're mine and Sandy's guest!" Kirsten replied firmly, handing Marissa a glass of champagne. "Go!"
Marissa walked out of the kitchen. She walked around aimlessly, stopping to chat with old friends now and then. But still, no sign of Summer. Or Seth, for that matter. Hmm.
"Marissa! There you are," Summer yelled, making her way through the crowd towards Marissa. "I've been looking all over for you, Coop." "Sorry. I was socializing with the old Newport gang," Marissa said.
"It's been, what? Five years since high school? And you're still Miss Social Chair," Summer joked.
"Hey guys," Seth joined them, two drinks in his hand. "Here, Summer, I got some champagne for you."
"Thanks."
"So, Marissa, I forgot to ask you earlier. Do you have a new boyfriend? Or are you still single?" Seth asked. What he got was a slap from Summer.
"Shut up, Cohen. That's Marissa's personal business. And even if she did have a boyfriend, what difference does it make to you?" Summer nudged Seth, hoping he would play along.
"Sorry, Marissa. It's great if you have a boyfriend. Are you getting serious?" Seth revised his question.
"It's okay, Seth. But I don't have a boyfriend right now. I've gone out with a few guys, but we just didn't click," Marissa hung her head.
Seth and Summer shared a secret glance. "Coop, can you please get me another drink?" Summer said, pointing to her empty glass. "Thanks, you're a doll."
Marissa went off in search of a drink for Summer. Seth turned to Summer and said, "I just talked to Ryan. His flight was delayed. Again. But he's definitely coming tomorrow. Which is even better, you know, because then he'll get here just in time for Christmukkah."
"Good point," Summer replied, "but he better get here tomorrow night, or else-"
Seth cut her off. "Or else I will suffer the wrath of Summer Roberts, right?" he teased.
"Cohen. Rage blackouts. Do you not remember anything about me from high school?"
"Sorry. Oh, here comes Marissa. Act like you're fighting with me," Seth hissed.
"Don't I always?" Summer glared. "Cohen, you have like, no sense of humor," she added, as Marissa walked up.
"Fighting? Again?" Marissa asked. "Where's your Christmukkah spirit?"
"I've got mine, but Summer seems to have misplaced hers. Oh wait, that's right, she never had any to begin with!" Seth answered.
"Shut up!"
Luke walked up to the trio with Holly by his side. Summer and Marissa had eventually reconciled with Holly, and were good friends again. Luke and Holly were back together, but this time, it was official. Definitely not like when Luke was cheating on Marissa with Holly.
"Hey," Holly squealed, handing her champagne glass to Luke and hugging Marissa and Summer.
"Hey Holly, when did you get here?" Marissa asked, smiling at the girl.
"Just twenty minutes ago. Luke picked me up from the airport. So, how's college?" Holly answered. After high school, Holly had become a lot less of a bitch. She had even acknowledged and accepted Summer's relationship with Seth.
"Almost over," Summer laughed, taking a swig of her drink.
"I know what you mean. Miami's great and all, but I can't wait to come home. For good," Holly said, laughing as well. Holly went to the University of Miami.
Summer, Marissa, and Holly continued chatting animatedly. Luke and Seth were thrust into the background. Luke took this opportunity to get the inside scoop.
"Hey Seth," Luke whispered, "Where's the Playstation?"
Seth laughed. "In good time my friend, in good time."
When the cocktail party was over, Marissa and Summer headed back to the guest house they were sharing with Holly and, when or if she arrived, Anna. Holly was with Luke, saying good night or staying the night. Whatever.
"Coop," Summer murmured drowsily, as she laid down on her bed.
"Hmm?" came the reply from the other side of the room.
"I think I love him."