{Love Song For No One}
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} REVIEW. FEEDBACK. REVIEW.
{Chapter 3: Arrivals}
"Marissa, darling," Rachel's voice echoed through the Cooper's Boston home, "What a surprise!" Rachel grabbed Marissa into a hug as she came through the doorway, urging for her to walk towards the living room.
"Hey Rachel. Is my dad around?" Marissa dropped her duffel bag on the tile floor of the living room and fell back down on the couch. She had been there a few times before.
When they first moved in, she came to help set up.
When they got married, Ryan and her had stayed with them for that week to help.
Whenever Jimmy called, Marissa would show up.
But this time was different. This time, Marissa needed help. She needed an escape.
"He should be home any minute." Rachel said gently as she confusedly shut the door behind Marissa, sticking her nose up in the air. She decided to ignore the fact that Jimmy's daughter stank like alcohol and offered to take Marissa's coat, but Marissa refused, saying that she wasn't so used to the Boston weather and was still kind of cold.
"Well, I'll just wait for him, I guess." Marissa sniffled, shoving her hands further into the pockets of her jean jacket.
Rachel sat down on the couch, next to Marissa, eyeing the door, praying for Jimmy to hurry back from the supermarket. He had just gone to pick up some milk. He'll be back any minute.
The silence was awkward.
It was times like this Marissa could really use a beer. A nice, frosty, cold one.
'I'm an alcoholic' Marissa thought to herself, jokingly, although the words stung her skin.
"Is Ryan with you?" Rachel asked earnestly, trying to make small talk.
Marissa groaned with great restrain, "He had to work."
"Oh." Rachel laughed nervously. "So, um, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"Just passing by. I'm here to visit Summer and Seth." Marissa said this with great confidence, but she felt like a huge liar.
"Oh. Oh!" Rachel immediately perked up. "Seth didn't mention you were dropping by."
"Well, it's sort of a surprise!" Marissa said excitedly as the door opened to reveal a winded Jimmy, holding a carton of milk with an astounded look on his face.
"Marissa!" Jimmy ran to his daughter, handing Rachel the milk, and bringing in Marissa for a huge reuniting hug.
"Hey Dad." Marissa said, trying to sound jovial, when she was really frazzled. And buzzed. But it was slowly fading, thank god. Last thing she needs is for her father to find out she started drinking again.
Rachel ducked into the kitchen to put away the milk while the two Cooper's conversed.
"So, what brings you to Boston?" Her dad asked happily, urging her to sit back down on the couch.
Marissa felt her heart sink as she sat down next to her father, who was so happy. She couldn't bare to keep this in to herself anymore. "You mean, Kirsten hasn't told you guys?"
"Tell us what?" Rachel asked as she walked back into the room, placing her hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
Marissa felt tears burning in the back of her eyes. A mixture of alcohol and saliva burned in her throat and she got up quickly, trying to recollect where the downstairs bathroom was. She ran to the bathroom, holding her hands to her mouth as Rachel and Jimmy looked at each other with great concern.
*****
"Grandma!" Charlotte screamed as she ran to Kirsten, who picked her up into a huge hug.
Dylan came wobbling, and Kirsten engulfed him in the same hug.
Seth walked into the foyer of his house, panting as he dropped an overstuffed Coach duffel bag.
"Mom, you are staying here for 2 days. Not 2 months." Seth groaned as Summer walked towards the group from the kitchen, throwing her apron on the tiny bench in the foyer.
"Kirsten!" Summer squealed, giving her a kiss on the cheek as Charlotte and Dylan scrambled towards the kitchen. "The kids and I baked cookies." She said laughing as she urged Seth and Kirsten to follow her towards the kitchen.
Once inside, Summer pulled a tray out of the oven, warning the kids not to touch as she slid the cookies onto a plate with a spatula.
Seth took one, quickly eating it, as so not to burn his fingers.
"How are they?" Charlotte asked, sitting down next to Kirsten at the counter.
"Sweet." Seth said, swallowing the hot cookie. "Like you." He tapped Charlotte's nose and she whined that she wanted one as well.
"Seth," Summer stomped her foot. "You just HAD to take one. I don't want the kids to spoil their dinner."
"Oh my god, you've become a mother!" Kirsten laughed as she grabbed a cookie and went to the foyer to bring her bag to the guest room.
"Oh my god." Summer said distractedly as Seth pulled at her waist. "Kids, eat the cookies."
Charlotte and Dylan dove for the cookies, chocolate melting against their skin, causing a mess.
Then they ran off after Kirsten, leaving Seth and Summer to clean up.
Summer bit a piece of a cookie and gave the rest to Seth, leaning against him.
"Seth, do you think I'm old?" Summer asked, disappointed at Seth's smirk.
"Are you kidding?" Seth asked, choking on cookie bits. Summer nodded and he continued to smirk, "Yeah, Summer, you're the oldest 26 year old I know."
"Shut up." Summer smacked his hand, watching crumbs fly everywhere. Seth kissed her forehead gently.
"You are a young, healthy, beautiful girl." Seth said, squashing her insecurities.
"Yeah." Summer nodded. "Yeah."
"Now, go get ready, because I am taking you out." He said, squeezing her butt gently as he pushed her upstairs.
"You know," Summer started as she licked chocolate off her teeth, "I don't know why a young, healthy, beautiful girl like me would want to go out with such a dork like you." She turned around to face Seth, who simply smiled in return, kissing her passionately. She burst out into a flirtatious grin. "Oh, yeah, that's why."
"Uh-huh." Seth laughed as he kissed her again before she disappeared into their bedroom.
*************
"Marissa?" Rachel knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
"Yeah, I'm just a little, um," Marissa flushed her face with cold water. "Airsick."
"Ok. Well, when you're feeling ok, come on out." Rachel said promptly and Marissa heard her walk off.
Marissa swallowed deeply, flushing the toilet briskly so she wouldn't have to stare at her vomit and get sick all over again.
Ok, drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels, even a tiny one, is not so smart when you haven't been drinking any alcohol in like five years.
Marissa was surprised at how low her tolerance had become for that stuff. And kind of pleased.
She opened the door and found Jimmy and Rachel, talking on the couches, right where she had left them.
"Feeling better, sweetie?" Jimmy asked, looking at his daughter with great concern.
'Be honest' Marissa told herself over and over again. No more lying. She had gone through all that lying drama two years ago and was not about to start again, especially with her dad. Ever since his financial issues were outed, they promised not to lie to each anymore.
"I drank a little on the flight." Marissa said, feeling free and clean as she sat down in between them, "To calm my nerves. I guess my stomach couldn't take it."
"Oh," Rachel smiled, "I'll go make you a cup of tea. It'll clear you right up."
Marissa nodded a thanks as Rachel left Jimmy alone with his daughter.
Jimmy wrapped his arm around her. "What else is there?"
"Huh?" Marissa looked up at him, bewildered.
"Marissa, I know there's something else that you're not telling me. What were you going to say before you got sick?"
"Oh, that." Marissa smacked his knee gently in realization. "Ryan and I broke up."
"What?" Jimmy stuttered. "But you guys were getting married!"
"Not anymore." Marissa said, standing up slowly and tugging at her skirt. "Tea sounds like a good thing." She said out loud, but to no one particular as she walked into the kitchen to find Rachel. Maybe she would be more consoling then her father. *******
"So you and Ryan are done?" Rachel asked as she sipped her own tea, sitting across from Marissa, who did the same.
"Yup. For a few weeks now." Marissa felt so relieved to be able to tell someone.
"What happened?"
"We had a stupid fight." Marissa took a sip of her own tea. "But, we always had stupid fights. He said he was sick of fighting. He left."
"Did you ask him to stay?"
"Yes. He left anyway."
"Marissa, I know that it's not my place and I'm not your mother or anything. . ."
"Thank god." Marissa hadn't spoken to her mother since the Christmas fiasco a few years back. Marissa didn't really appreciate being locked in rooms. But now she wondered if Julie was right about Ryan. . .
"But," Rachel began, "I know that you love Ryan a lot. And he loves you. You guys, have been together for so long. Don't let it crumble over some stupid fight."
Marissa groaned as she finished her tea, clutching her stomach. "Well, you're right. You're not my mother." Marissa stood up, offering Rachel a weak smile, even though Rachel didn't know what this meant exactly.
Marissa went towards the living room, where her father was still sitting.
"I'm going to the Cohen's, now." Marissa said quickly, picking up her duffel bag.
"I'll take you." Jimmy offered quickly, grabbing his keys.
Marissa was too tired to argue, and followed Jimmy out the door towards his car, wishing she had stayed in the OC for once.
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} REVIEW. FEEDBACK. REVIEW.
{Chapter 3: Arrivals}
"Marissa, darling," Rachel's voice echoed through the Cooper's Boston home, "What a surprise!" Rachel grabbed Marissa into a hug as she came through the doorway, urging for her to walk towards the living room.
"Hey Rachel. Is my dad around?" Marissa dropped her duffel bag on the tile floor of the living room and fell back down on the couch. She had been there a few times before.
When they first moved in, she came to help set up.
When they got married, Ryan and her had stayed with them for that week to help.
Whenever Jimmy called, Marissa would show up.
But this time was different. This time, Marissa needed help. She needed an escape.
"He should be home any minute." Rachel said gently as she confusedly shut the door behind Marissa, sticking her nose up in the air. She decided to ignore the fact that Jimmy's daughter stank like alcohol and offered to take Marissa's coat, but Marissa refused, saying that she wasn't so used to the Boston weather and was still kind of cold.
"Well, I'll just wait for him, I guess." Marissa sniffled, shoving her hands further into the pockets of her jean jacket.
Rachel sat down on the couch, next to Marissa, eyeing the door, praying for Jimmy to hurry back from the supermarket. He had just gone to pick up some milk. He'll be back any minute.
The silence was awkward.
It was times like this Marissa could really use a beer. A nice, frosty, cold one.
'I'm an alcoholic' Marissa thought to herself, jokingly, although the words stung her skin.
"Is Ryan with you?" Rachel asked earnestly, trying to make small talk.
Marissa groaned with great restrain, "He had to work."
"Oh." Rachel laughed nervously. "So, um, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"Just passing by. I'm here to visit Summer and Seth." Marissa said this with great confidence, but she felt like a huge liar.
"Oh. Oh!" Rachel immediately perked up. "Seth didn't mention you were dropping by."
"Well, it's sort of a surprise!" Marissa said excitedly as the door opened to reveal a winded Jimmy, holding a carton of milk with an astounded look on his face.
"Marissa!" Jimmy ran to his daughter, handing Rachel the milk, and bringing in Marissa for a huge reuniting hug.
"Hey Dad." Marissa said, trying to sound jovial, when she was really frazzled. And buzzed. But it was slowly fading, thank god. Last thing she needs is for her father to find out she started drinking again.
Rachel ducked into the kitchen to put away the milk while the two Cooper's conversed.
"So, what brings you to Boston?" Her dad asked happily, urging her to sit back down on the couch.
Marissa felt her heart sink as she sat down next to her father, who was so happy. She couldn't bare to keep this in to herself anymore. "You mean, Kirsten hasn't told you guys?"
"Tell us what?" Rachel asked as she walked back into the room, placing her hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
Marissa felt tears burning in the back of her eyes. A mixture of alcohol and saliva burned in her throat and she got up quickly, trying to recollect where the downstairs bathroom was. She ran to the bathroom, holding her hands to her mouth as Rachel and Jimmy looked at each other with great concern.
*****
"Grandma!" Charlotte screamed as she ran to Kirsten, who picked her up into a huge hug.
Dylan came wobbling, and Kirsten engulfed him in the same hug.
Seth walked into the foyer of his house, panting as he dropped an overstuffed Coach duffel bag.
"Mom, you are staying here for 2 days. Not 2 months." Seth groaned as Summer walked towards the group from the kitchen, throwing her apron on the tiny bench in the foyer.
"Kirsten!" Summer squealed, giving her a kiss on the cheek as Charlotte and Dylan scrambled towards the kitchen. "The kids and I baked cookies." She said laughing as she urged Seth and Kirsten to follow her towards the kitchen.
Once inside, Summer pulled a tray out of the oven, warning the kids not to touch as she slid the cookies onto a plate with a spatula.
Seth took one, quickly eating it, as so not to burn his fingers.
"How are they?" Charlotte asked, sitting down next to Kirsten at the counter.
"Sweet." Seth said, swallowing the hot cookie. "Like you." He tapped Charlotte's nose and she whined that she wanted one as well.
"Seth," Summer stomped her foot. "You just HAD to take one. I don't want the kids to spoil their dinner."
"Oh my god, you've become a mother!" Kirsten laughed as she grabbed a cookie and went to the foyer to bring her bag to the guest room.
"Oh my god." Summer said distractedly as Seth pulled at her waist. "Kids, eat the cookies."
Charlotte and Dylan dove for the cookies, chocolate melting against their skin, causing a mess.
Then they ran off after Kirsten, leaving Seth and Summer to clean up.
Summer bit a piece of a cookie and gave the rest to Seth, leaning against him.
"Seth, do you think I'm old?" Summer asked, disappointed at Seth's smirk.
"Are you kidding?" Seth asked, choking on cookie bits. Summer nodded and he continued to smirk, "Yeah, Summer, you're the oldest 26 year old I know."
"Shut up." Summer smacked his hand, watching crumbs fly everywhere. Seth kissed her forehead gently.
"You are a young, healthy, beautiful girl." Seth said, squashing her insecurities.
"Yeah." Summer nodded. "Yeah."
"Now, go get ready, because I am taking you out." He said, squeezing her butt gently as he pushed her upstairs.
"You know," Summer started as she licked chocolate off her teeth, "I don't know why a young, healthy, beautiful girl like me would want to go out with such a dork like you." She turned around to face Seth, who simply smiled in return, kissing her passionately. She burst out into a flirtatious grin. "Oh, yeah, that's why."
"Uh-huh." Seth laughed as he kissed her again before she disappeared into their bedroom.
*************
"Marissa?" Rachel knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
"Yeah, I'm just a little, um," Marissa flushed her face with cold water. "Airsick."
"Ok. Well, when you're feeling ok, come on out." Rachel said promptly and Marissa heard her walk off.
Marissa swallowed deeply, flushing the toilet briskly so she wouldn't have to stare at her vomit and get sick all over again.
Ok, drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels, even a tiny one, is not so smart when you haven't been drinking any alcohol in like five years.
Marissa was surprised at how low her tolerance had become for that stuff. And kind of pleased.
She opened the door and found Jimmy and Rachel, talking on the couches, right where she had left them.
"Feeling better, sweetie?" Jimmy asked, looking at his daughter with great concern.
'Be honest' Marissa told herself over and over again. No more lying. She had gone through all that lying drama two years ago and was not about to start again, especially with her dad. Ever since his financial issues were outed, they promised not to lie to each anymore.
"I drank a little on the flight." Marissa said, feeling free and clean as she sat down in between them, "To calm my nerves. I guess my stomach couldn't take it."
"Oh," Rachel smiled, "I'll go make you a cup of tea. It'll clear you right up."
Marissa nodded a thanks as Rachel left Jimmy alone with his daughter.
Jimmy wrapped his arm around her. "What else is there?"
"Huh?" Marissa looked up at him, bewildered.
"Marissa, I know there's something else that you're not telling me. What were you going to say before you got sick?"
"Oh, that." Marissa smacked his knee gently in realization. "Ryan and I broke up."
"What?" Jimmy stuttered. "But you guys were getting married!"
"Not anymore." Marissa said, standing up slowly and tugging at her skirt. "Tea sounds like a good thing." She said out loud, but to no one particular as she walked into the kitchen to find Rachel. Maybe she would be more consoling then her father. *******
"So you and Ryan are done?" Rachel asked as she sipped her own tea, sitting across from Marissa, who did the same.
"Yup. For a few weeks now." Marissa felt so relieved to be able to tell someone.
"What happened?"
"We had a stupid fight." Marissa took a sip of her own tea. "But, we always had stupid fights. He said he was sick of fighting. He left."
"Did you ask him to stay?"
"Yes. He left anyway."
"Marissa, I know that it's not my place and I'm not your mother or anything. . ."
"Thank god." Marissa hadn't spoken to her mother since the Christmas fiasco a few years back. Marissa didn't really appreciate being locked in rooms. But now she wondered if Julie was right about Ryan. . .
"But," Rachel began, "I know that you love Ryan a lot. And he loves you. You guys, have been together for so long. Don't let it crumble over some stupid fight."
Marissa groaned as she finished her tea, clutching her stomach. "Well, you're right. You're not my mother." Marissa stood up, offering Rachel a weak smile, even though Rachel didn't know what this meant exactly.
Marissa went towards the living room, where her father was still sitting.
"I'm going to the Cohen's, now." Marissa said quickly, picking up her duffel bag.
"I'll take you." Jimmy offered quickly, grabbing his keys.
Marissa was too tired to argue, and followed Jimmy out the door towards his car, wishing she had stayed in the OC for once.