Chapter 9
Disclaimer- McG and Josh Schwartz own the O.C., I just wish I did.
Summary: Summer acting immature, Seth, Summer, and Marissa skiing, a REUNION (Seth/Summer fans will like it), and some more reflecting by Marissa
Christmukkah Eve will be posted later tonight or tomorrow!!
Marissa woke up when she fell off of her bed.
"Marissa, Marissa, it's Christmukkah Eve morning!" Summer shouted gleefully, just like a little kid. She bounced up and down on Marissa's bed, and accidentally pushed her off.
"Ugh, Summer, stop acting like your shoe size!" Marissa groaned, trying to stand up but staggering around instead.
"Where's your spirit, Coop?" Summer glared, plopping down on the bed.
"I don't know. But you seem to have enough for the both of us," Marissa replied, yawning.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Summer asked, standing up and stretching.
"Nothing, if you're cooking," Marissa replied groggily.
"Ha ha, that's so not funny," Summer shot back, slapping Marissa playfully on the arm. "But Seth is cooking. So take your pick."
"Well, in that case, I'll have French toast," Marissa said, rubbing her arm where Summer slapped her.
Summer sighed dramatically and waltzed out of the room. Marissa ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She emerged ten minutes later, dressed and washed.
She wandered into the kitchen, where Summer was watching Seth make French toast. "It smells so good, Seth."
"Thanks, Marissa," Seth replied, looking smugly at Summer.
Summer turned on the TV that was in the kitchen. A cartoon was on. Seth watched eagerly for a few seconds, before Summer noticed this and abruptly switched channels.
"Hey! What was that for?" Seth grumbled.
"Like you don't know," Summer smiled.
"Breakfast is served," Seth announced a few minutes later. The three ate quickly and Seth filled the silence by rambling. Again.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Summer asked, draining her orange juice.
"I don't really know. I thought we could go skiing or something," Marissa replied, carrying her plate to the sink.
"Sounds good to me," Seth added, "I'll meet you guys back here in thirty minutes."
Thirty minutes later the girls were ready, much to Seth's surprise. Summer looked really hot in her snow equipment. Marissa, well, Marissa always looked hot, in that certain way.
"Race you to the bottom!" Seth yelled as he whizzed by the girls.
Summer and Marissa exchanged a look. Seth was practically a professional skier. There was no way they could catch up with him. Suddenly Marissa took off, leaving Summer standing there, dumbfounded.
A few hours and several cups of hot chocolate later, Seth, Summer, and Marissa, were dead tired. Seth looked at his watch. "It's three-thirty right now. Do you guys want to go back to my house and rest and get ready for Christmukkah?"
"Sure, a nap sounds great," Summer responded, yanking off her ski boots. "Besides, if I have to walk in these shoes any longer, I'm going to go crazy!"
Back at the Cohen lodge, Summer ran into the bathroom and locked the door, ready for a nice, long, steamy shower. Marissa and Seth collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV.
"What did you get Summer for Christmukkah?" Marissa asked, trying to make conversation.
"Nothing. It's not like we are going out or anything," Seth said, with as serious a face as he could manage.
Marissa glared at him. "Yeah right. I bet you went out and bought her something really amazing to show her how much she means to you."
Seth half smiled. "You know, you're really good at reading people," he remarked.
Marissa looked smug. "That's true," she considered, "but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that you love her."
"Okay, am I that obvious?" Marissa nodded. Seth smiled. At least Summer would be able to tell how he felt. Seth was a nervous wreck when he was around Summer. His knees starting shaking and his heart throbbed whenever she came near him. Hopefully, those feelings would soon be acceptable, and he wouldn't have to hide them. If Summer liked him back, of course.
"Did Summer tell you that I almost didn't come?"
Seth looked away quickly, so Marissa would not be able to read his face. "No, why weren't you going to come?"
"Well, I know this sounds ridiculous, but I was nervous to be here if Ryan was going to be here. But, he's not, so I'm okay," she gave a nervous laugh. "I guess Summer didn't lie this time."
Seth looked around in alarm. Was it possible that Marissa knew about Operation RyRissa? "Umm, I think I'm going to go check on Summer. She's been in that damn shower for at least thirty minutes."
Marissa stretched out on the couch as Seth abruptly ran into Summer and Marissa's bedroom.
She heard Summer's scream and then a loud noise. Summer must have slapped Seth. Sure enough, Seth limped out of the room, clutching his face and whimpering.
"She attacked."
"I know," Marissa replied, laughing at the picture of Summer beating up Seth. It wasn't so uncommon, back in the day.
Then Summer came out in a towel, and she looked really mad. Marissa jumped off the couch and headed to the main house to "talk to Kirsten", or so she said.
Seth gulped as Summer made her way over to him. She leaned in close to him, so close that he could smell her shampoo. He could feel her breathing.
"Summ-," Seth was cut off as Summer leaned in for the kill.
She kissed him, hard and passionately. It was a kiss that had been put off for way too long, in Seth 's opinion. He grabbed her and kissed her back. Wow. She still had what it took to send chills down his spine.
Summer pulled away from the embrace. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be," Seth replied, before boldly kissing her again.
After a few minutes of making out, it was Seth who pulled away. Summer frowned, and tried to kiss him again.
"This is great and all, Summer, but I need to ask you a question. Did you tell Marissa about Operation RyRissa?" Seth asked, with a confused look in his eyes.
"Me? Tell Coop? Why would I? It was my idea!" Summer answered, equally confused.
"I don't know, I just had a really weird conversation with her about Ryan and she seemed to be implying that she knew something. That she shouldn't know. Not now," Seth explained, catching himself before he started rambling.
"No, that's just Coop trying to psychoanalyze you. She gets underneath your skin and works her way out. It's kinda scary," Summer laughed.
"Okay. Can we go back to what we were doing, then?" Seth asked, not waiting for an answer. He grabbed Summer and slung her over his shoulder.
"When did you get so strong?" Summer teased.
She shrieked when Seth flipped her onto her bed. "Get dressed, woman. For the hot tub, I mean. I've been pretty lonely without you in there over the years."
Being quite the gentleman, Seth left the room while Summer changed into her bikini.
"Wait, Seth, I just took a shower!" She complained.
"Well, the only other thing I could think of would make you sweaty, so take your pick," Seth smiled mischievously.
"You're a naughty, naughty boy," Summer squealed, hopping onto Seth's back.
Marissa walked slowly through the gardens, enjoying the fresh air. She heard loud talking and splashing and peered through the hedge to the hot tub. Summer and Seth were at it. Finally!
Damn them, she thought. Why did they get to be happy again when she was so miserable. Snap out of it, she told herself. Summer was her best friend. Besides, every guy who had tried to make a move on her had been turned away. It was her own fault, really.
She walked towards the guest house, leaving the two young lovers alone. It was better this way, anyway. At least she would have peace and quiet for a few hours. She would take a nice, long shower and then relax. But a part of Marissa still yearned for someone; she hated to be alone on Christmukkah Eve. Actually, Marissa hated to be alone all the time. At least in the sense of having a boyfriend.
Disclaimer- McG and Josh Schwartz own the O.C., I just wish I did.
Summary: Summer acting immature, Seth, Summer, and Marissa skiing, a REUNION (Seth/Summer fans will like it), and some more reflecting by Marissa
Christmukkah Eve will be posted later tonight or tomorrow!!
Marissa woke up when she fell off of her bed.
"Marissa, Marissa, it's Christmukkah Eve morning!" Summer shouted gleefully, just like a little kid. She bounced up and down on Marissa's bed, and accidentally pushed her off.
"Ugh, Summer, stop acting like your shoe size!" Marissa groaned, trying to stand up but staggering around instead.
"Where's your spirit, Coop?" Summer glared, plopping down on the bed.
"I don't know. But you seem to have enough for the both of us," Marissa replied, yawning.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Summer asked, standing up and stretching.
"Nothing, if you're cooking," Marissa replied groggily.
"Ha ha, that's so not funny," Summer shot back, slapping Marissa playfully on the arm. "But Seth is cooking. So take your pick."
"Well, in that case, I'll have French toast," Marissa said, rubbing her arm where Summer slapped her.
Summer sighed dramatically and waltzed out of the room. Marissa ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She emerged ten minutes later, dressed and washed.
She wandered into the kitchen, where Summer was watching Seth make French toast. "It smells so good, Seth."
"Thanks, Marissa," Seth replied, looking smugly at Summer.
Summer turned on the TV that was in the kitchen. A cartoon was on. Seth watched eagerly for a few seconds, before Summer noticed this and abruptly switched channels.
"Hey! What was that for?" Seth grumbled.
"Like you don't know," Summer smiled.
"Breakfast is served," Seth announced a few minutes later. The three ate quickly and Seth filled the silence by rambling. Again.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Summer asked, draining her orange juice.
"I don't really know. I thought we could go skiing or something," Marissa replied, carrying her plate to the sink.
"Sounds good to me," Seth added, "I'll meet you guys back here in thirty minutes."
Thirty minutes later the girls were ready, much to Seth's surprise. Summer looked really hot in her snow equipment. Marissa, well, Marissa always looked hot, in that certain way.
"Race you to the bottom!" Seth yelled as he whizzed by the girls.
Summer and Marissa exchanged a look. Seth was practically a professional skier. There was no way they could catch up with him. Suddenly Marissa took off, leaving Summer standing there, dumbfounded.
A few hours and several cups of hot chocolate later, Seth, Summer, and Marissa, were dead tired. Seth looked at his watch. "It's three-thirty right now. Do you guys want to go back to my house and rest and get ready for Christmukkah?"
"Sure, a nap sounds great," Summer responded, yanking off her ski boots. "Besides, if I have to walk in these shoes any longer, I'm going to go crazy!"
Back at the Cohen lodge, Summer ran into the bathroom and locked the door, ready for a nice, long, steamy shower. Marissa and Seth collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV.
"What did you get Summer for Christmukkah?" Marissa asked, trying to make conversation.
"Nothing. It's not like we are going out or anything," Seth said, with as serious a face as he could manage.
Marissa glared at him. "Yeah right. I bet you went out and bought her something really amazing to show her how much she means to you."
Seth half smiled. "You know, you're really good at reading people," he remarked.
Marissa looked smug. "That's true," she considered, "but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that you love her."
"Okay, am I that obvious?" Marissa nodded. Seth smiled. At least Summer would be able to tell how he felt. Seth was a nervous wreck when he was around Summer. His knees starting shaking and his heart throbbed whenever she came near him. Hopefully, those feelings would soon be acceptable, and he wouldn't have to hide them. If Summer liked him back, of course.
"Did Summer tell you that I almost didn't come?"
Seth looked away quickly, so Marissa would not be able to read his face. "No, why weren't you going to come?"
"Well, I know this sounds ridiculous, but I was nervous to be here if Ryan was going to be here. But, he's not, so I'm okay," she gave a nervous laugh. "I guess Summer didn't lie this time."
Seth looked around in alarm. Was it possible that Marissa knew about Operation RyRissa? "Umm, I think I'm going to go check on Summer. She's been in that damn shower for at least thirty minutes."
Marissa stretched out on the couch as Seth abruptly ran into Summer and Marissa's bedroom.
She heard Summer's scream and then a loud noise. Summer must have slapped Seth. Sure enough, Seth limped out of the room, clutching his face and whimpering.
"She attacked."
"I know," Marissa replied, laughing at the picture of Summer beating up Seth. It wasn't so uncommon, back in the day.
Then Summer came out in a towel, and she looked really mad. Marissa jumped off the couch and headed to the main house to "talk to Kirsten", or so she said.
Seth gulped as Summer made her way over to him. She leaned in close to him, so close that he could smell her shampoo. He could feel her breathing.
"Summ-," Seth was cut off as Summer leaned in for the kill.
She kissed him, hard and passionately. It was a kiss that had been put off for way too long, in Seth 's opinion. He grabbed her and kissed her back. Wow. She still had what it took to send chills down his spine.
Summer pulled away from the embrace. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be," Seth replied, before boldly kissing her again.
After a few minutes of making out, it was Seth who pulled away. Summer frowned, and tried to kiss him again.
"This is great and all, Summer, but I need to ask you a question. Did you tell Marissa about Operation RyRissa?" Seth asked, with a confused look in his eyes.
"Me? Tell Coop? Why would I? It was my idea!" Summer answered, equally confused.
"I don't know, I just had a really weird conversation with her about Ryan and she seemed to be implying that she knew something. That she shouldn't know. Not now," Seth explained, catching himself before he started rambling.
"No, that's just Coop trying to psychoanalyze you. She gets underneath your skin and works her way out. It's kinda scary," Summer laughed.
"Okay. Can we go back to what we were doing, then?" Seth asked, not waiting for an answer. He grabbed Summer and slung her over his shoulder.
"When did you get so strong?" Summer teased.
She shrieked when Seth flipped her onto her bed. "Get dressed, woman. For the hot tub, I mean. I've been pretty lonely without you in there over the years."
Being quite the gentleman, Seth left the room while Summer changed into her bikini.
"Wait, Seth, I just took a shower!" She complained.
"Well, the only other thing I could think of would make you sweaty, so take your pick," Seth smiled mischievously.
"You're a naughty, naughty boy," Summer squealed, hopping onto Seth's back.
Marissa walked slowly through the gardens, enjoying the fresh air. She heard loud talking and splashing and peered through the hedge to the hot tub. Summer and Seth were at it. Finally!
Damn them, she thought. Why did they get to be happy again when she was so miserable. Snap out of it, she told herself. Summer was her best friend. Besides, every guy who had tried to make a move on her had been turned away. It was her own fault, really.
She walked towards the guest house, leaving the two young lovers alone. It was better this way, anyway. At least she would have peace and quiet for a few hours. She would take a nice, long shower and then relax. But a part of Marissa still yearned for someone; she hated to be alone on Christmukkah Eve. Actually, Marissa hated to be alone all the time. At least in the sense of having a boyfriend.