{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} Here's a LONG ONE. ENJOY!!! oh.. and review. and.. you might not appreciate this chapter if a) you like anna, or b) you haven't read merry xmas.
{Chapter 6: Check, please!}
"So what exactly am I toasting to again?" Summer said playfully, rolling her eyes with great emphasis at that curly haired boy across from her. "I kind of got lost with all the rambling."
Seth placed his glass of white wine down on the table, grabbing his chest and scrunching his face up. Summer looked on, unimpressed.
"You see this," Seth said, choking his words up, "This is my heart breaking."
Summer looked up nervously as a waiter gave Seth a strange look as he passed by their table.
She kicked him gently with her foot underneath the table, "Stop it. The waiters are giving you funny looks!"
Seth laughed it off, letting his face straighten up. "Summer, I'm sure they were just trying to look down your dress."
"Contrary to your beliefs, Cohen," Summer hissed as she took a tiny bite out of her salad, "I'm not as good looking as I once was. That's what happens when you pop out two kids."
Seth rolled his eyes at Summer's insecurity, even more so at her tiny salad and her tiny bites of it, and dug into his pasta. "Summer, that's ridiculous."
Summer felt the lettuce slide down her throat as she beamed up at Seth's adoring eyes, but noticing a slight sparkle in his eyes. That sparkle. . . what was that sparkle again? Was it the one he had right before he plans on kissing her or the one where he's about to burn her?
"I mean, you weren't good looking before you had kids." Seth said mockingly, regretting it when Summer's leg kicked him hard and she grabbed a breadstick, munching on it like crazy in order not to kick his ass verbally. "You weren't good looking; you were *great* looking."
"Good comeback." Summer said, smiling satisfactorily. She eyed her glass of wine again. "We were in the middle of a toast, weren't we?"
"Oh, right." Seth picked up his glass, as did Summer and he landed his eyes on hers, locking eye levels. "To our relationship, let's hope the bickering never ends." He scoffed, ready to clink glasses but Summer quickly lowered her eyes and tone, pulling back her hand, along with her own glass.
"I am not toasting to that." Summer said firmly. He watched her in disbelief.
"You can't refuse a toast."
"I think I just did, Cohen." Summer snapped back. She raised her eyebrows at him, tempting him to continue this pointless argument. When will he learn? Summer always wins.
Seth felt a tiny balance in his head appear.
'Should I fight for the toast I want? Or should I get laid?'
"Fine." Seth rolled his eyes. "To Summer Cohen, my amazing wife." He held out his glass, letting his ego fall to the ground along with his gaze.
Summer clinked her glass with his, took a long sip and placed it back on the table without a word.
"You forgot something." Summer said as Seth looked back at her, before engulfing more pasta.
Seth raised his head in reply, rambling, "How many times a day do I have to compliment you, Summer? You already know that I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. No, screw that. Summer," He gripped his fork tightly, not sure of how she would react, "You are my world."
Seth looked up slowly, tensing up in case she would have a sudden rage blackout.
He smiled as he watched her eyes well up, dropping her fork into her plate.
"Check, please!" Summer called out.
********
Marissa couldn't fall asleep.
So she stared at the tiny bunnies on the wall of Charlotte's bedroom.
It was so like Summer to pick the cute, pink border with the bunnies.
But now, in the shadows lurking from the bay window in Charlotte's bedroom, Marissa felt bad for Charlie. Those bunnies seemed slightly evil, like they would jump out at Marissa in a second.
It was like they were laughing at her.
And why not? Marissa Cooper was a huge lie. A failure.
She was drinking again, getting wasted again. Lying again. Ryan left her. She had no job. Everything. . . sucked. It sucked royally.
Marissa pulled at the covers on Charlotte's bed, wishing she was back home, but reminiscently remembered that her small, lonely apartment was no comfort. At least Seth and Summer would be home soon, and they could keep her company.
Unless, they were planning on getting it on tonight, in which case, Marissa would rather be alone. And far away.
She looked again at the mocking bunnies, prancing around in the shadows.
She rolled over towards the blank wall next to her, praying that she could finally fall asleep. She was so tired, every bone seemed to ache, but she just couldn't shut her eyes.
That's why she was almost thankful when the door bell rang, breaking her train of thoughts and forced eye shutting. She darted out of the bed and down the stairs, happy that the lights were on.
Had Seth and Summer forgotten their key?
Maybe it was her dad, checking up on her.
Marissa looked through the window of the door, but couldn't quite make out the tiny figure in front of her in the dark.
Marissa presumed it safe to unlock the door, and watched the oh-so- familiar blonde smile erratically and laugh nervously.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Marissa laughed bitterly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Nice to see you too, Coop."
"Don't call me that." Marissa said strictly. "Only Summer can call me that."
"Sorry," The blonde said cautiously, looking around the house, "Is she here?"
"No. She's out with Seth. Her husband and father of their two children. Can I help you?"
The blonde swayed back and forth, pushing her hair, slightly longer since she had last seen Marissa, back on that drunken night at the keg, "Oh. It's just that," She stopped herself, watching Marissa's face contort with anger and disapproval. "Don't tell her I was here."
Marissa stared at her with disbelief, but lightened her face a little, as she grabbed the door, ready to slam, "I won't ruin Summer's night. Your secret's safe with me."
The blonde threw a gracious smile, but as soon as Marissa slammed the door she rolled her eyes and cursed her off in her head.
Marissa Cooper was just like she used to be.
A stuck up, spoiled brat who drank away all her problems, except she could never admit it, because her head was too far up Ryan's ass.
Anna Stern smiled to herself softly as she retreated from the Cohen's house.
'You're lucky this time, Seth'. Anna thought, before climbing into her car.
******
"Summer, what's wrong?" Seth asked as they drove quickly back to their home.
"I thought," Summer flashed a nervous grin at him, "I thought I saw someone."
"Is Marissa in the bushes again?" Seth joked as they pulled up to the driveway.
Summer let out a forced laugh and rolled her eyes at his pun as he opened the door for her.
That couldn't have been who she thought it was, could it?
Come on, Anna Stern?
Pittsburgh?
Why would she be here?
"Sum, are you sure you're ok?" Seth asked, reading her thoughts like a book as they went inside the house.
"Yes." Summer cleared her throat, grabbing his waist and whispering into his eye. "I'm more then ok."
"Alright, sugar bun, no more alcohol for you." Seth joked, as Summer slid her hand up his bare back, underneath his white button down shirt.
"I'm not drunk, idiot." Summer said calmly, tracing her fingertips on his back. "I'm in the mood."
"Could you possibly be in the mood somewhere else?" Marissa asked, popping up from the couch.
Seth and Summer were so preoccupied with each other, that they had been completely unaware of Marissa' presence on the couch, watching TV and scooping ice cream.
"Stay here." Seth instructed to Marissa, grabbing Summer's hand was whisking her upstairs.
Marissa smiled at how sweet the couple had become, even between tossing insults.
She knew that knot in her stomach wasn't from eating too much ice cream.
She missed Ryan.
*****
"Do you think Marissa saved us any ice cream?" Seth asked Summer, nibbling gently on her ear lobe.
"She may not look it, but that girl can pack at least 4 pints of Ben and Jerry's." Summer said, kissing the corner of Seth's mouth, feeling his breath against her cheek.
"Good thing we buy in bulk." Seth snipped, jumping out of bed. "Sweet sex should be followed by sweet desserts."
"Hurry up." Summer giggled, pulling the sheets around her tighter.
"Aww, why, you'll miss your Sethy bear?" He said as he slid a robe over his body, since Marissa was downstairs and he was just in boxers.
"As if, Cohen." Summer said, tapping her toes against the bed. "I'm hungry."
Seth nodded at her, laughing gently as she went down the stairs, quietly, in case Marissa had fallen asleep.
She hadn't.
She was sitting upright, watching Conan O'Brien and still spooning some ice cream, scraping at the bottom.
"You," Seth said, pointing an accusing finger. "Should be thankful that Summer buys three tubs of ice cream every week." Marissa looked at him strangely, ready for a verbal war as he came back with a tub of Ben and Jerry's from the kitchen and two spoons.
"Only three." Marissa sparked. "That's pretty weak, Seth."
Seth threw her a bewildered look.
"The fact that you and Summer only do it three times a week." Marissa said, barely looking up from the screen. Conan was hassling some skinny pop tart from this teenage drama, Michelle Bartlett or something.
Seth nodded at her insult with pride. "I know that compared to the sex life of RyRissa, Summer and I are down there, but, in due time, Cooper," He said, nodding in affirmation, "in due time."
Marissa ignored the whole Ryan comment, but stared at Seth strangely. He knew, didn't he?
"Seth, when's the last time you spoke to Ryan?" Marissa asked, muting Conan.
"Last week." Seth said, not skipping a beat.
"How is he?" Marissa asked, fighting every urge of hers to cry.
"Um," Seth swayed a little. "You tell me. He's your fiancé."
He doesn't know. Why didn't Ryan tell his brother, best friend, whatever that they had called it off? It didn't matter. Well it did, but not now.
Marissa giggled nervously, but glanced at the front door, remembering something that occurred earlier tonight. "When's the last time you spoke to Anna?"
Seth stared at Marissa for a second in shock. Did she know?
"You know what," Seth said, biting his lip so he wouldn't prattle off nervously, "I don't even want to remember the last time I spoke to that girl!" There, he wasn't lying. He didn't want to remember speaking to Anna Stern. He *really* didn't want to remember that conversation.
"Your ice cream's melting." Marissa turned her attention back towards the TV and Seth eyed her a second longer before running up to Summer.
"What took so freaking long?" Summer asked. "Did you get lost on the way to the kitchen?"
"I was talking to Marissa." Seth snapped as he handed the melting tub to Summer, along with a spoon. She tore the cover off, eating happily as Seth slid his robe off and sat back down with her on the bed. "She's acting weird."
"Yeah, well, it's Marissa."
"Wow, you're a good friend." Seth spat out sarcastically.
"Seth," Summer said on a serious note, flipping her hair, "I just mean that she can never just be happy, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Seth said just as seriously, as he gulped down some ice cream. "I know someone else like that." He let his eyes linger in Summer's direction a minute longer and she whipped up from the ice cream, smiling vibrantly.
"Who?" ****
Seth was trying to fall asleep, but couldn't take his eyes off Summer, who although would never admit to it, was drooling and snoring simultaneously.
She had her arm wrapped around his torso, and even though her fingers were making small circles on his stomach, he knew she was out cold.
The bed smelled like that ice cream they had consumed before, in which Seth noticed a chocolate chip smudged on the floor. Or at least, what he desperately hoped was a chocolate chip.
He gazed again at Summer and tried to close his eyes, but every time he did, he saw that night, that conversation reenacted in his head. He had forgotten all about it, until Marissa had brought Anna up with him. . .
*Flashback*
"Seth, there's someone to see you." His assistant, Liz said politely and he nodded for them to come in.
It was his last appointment of the day. His one o' clock. Today, he was cutting it short, because he was taking Summer and the kids out to a movie and dinner, as promised. Plus, he was dying to see the new Harry Potter.
"Hey stranger." Her voice called out to him.
At first, he thought it was just a coincidence that the voice sounded like his former flame, Anna Stern. Yeah, the girl who almost ruined his life all those years ago. Not that he held grudges, or whatever.
"Earth to Seth!" She giggled and he slowly let his eyes tear from the floor and gaze upward and her way too smiley face. "It's me!"
"Anna?" Seth blinked widely.
"You remember me, don't you?" Anna said gingerly, moving closer to him in his office.
'How could I forget?' Seth thought to himself. 'Because of you I missed the birth of my first child'.
"Somewhat." Seth said confidently, but faltered when her smile faded. "Of course I remember you, Anna."
"Oh, Seth, it's been too long!" Before he knew it, her arms wrapped around his body.
"Has it?" He asked nervously, thankful she let go.
"Seth, I came here to tell you something important. Something I should have told you the night of the Harrison party."
"Um, Anna," Seth cleared his throat, eyeing his watch. "Go ahead." He just couldn't be mean to her. He could silently wish she keeled over and die, but he couldn't be mean to her.
"I love you." Anna bit her lip furiously when Seth stumbled back into his chair, but persisted. "And I know, deep down, you love me. It wasn't supposed to be this way. You and I should have gotton married and had children, not you and Summer."
"Have I just been Punk'd, because this *has* to be a joke!" Seth muttered, as Anna continued.
"I know that right now, you might not see it. But you will. I'll make you love me, Seth Cohen. I've tried and tried and tried to get over you. Don't you see?" She blinked widely at Seth, who just gave her a confused shrug, "The way you feel about Summer; That's how I feel about you."
"Anna-,"
"You can't just make feelings like that disappear, can you, Seth?"
"No." Seth nodded in defeat. "You can't."
"I'll see you later." Anna said, making her way back out the door.
"Yeah." Seth mumbled as she left.
"Seth, your wife's on line two." Liz said through the intercom and Seth mumbled a reply, watching the light on the phone blink to be answered.
What the hell just happened?
Did Anna really just storm in here all crazy like?
Seth pressed for line two to hear Summer's stream of complaints.
"What took you so long to answer? What's going on? Are we still on for the movies? The kids are going to be so disappointed if you cancel. You've been so busy with work, you barely spend time with them, and I," Summer paused, "I'm rambling. Oh, and I miss you."
She waited for a response.
"Seth? Seth, are you there?"
"I'm here." Seth said quickly, eyeing the door that Anna Stern had just busted in and out of.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Summer asked instantly, recognizing the anguished, panicky tone in his voice.
"I'm just stressed, from work. I miss you too. In fact, I'll be right over. Get the kids ready."
"Ok, but, Seth, you swear you're ok?"
"I swear." Seth just thanked god that Summer couldn't see him bite his lip and crack his knuckles, pure signs of Seth setting up a lie.
"Love you." Summer said and the line clicked off.
Seth smacked himself back into reality.
Anna Stern was a tiny blonde from his past; she wouldn't, she couldn't do anything to harm him or Summer.
Seth twitched his fingers because he knew that was a huge lie.
She had done it before, and he was pretty sure Anna would screw him over again.
But he wouldn't let her this time.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
pretty please.. give me some good feedback!! I'm starting to get writer's block!
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} Here's a LONG ONE. ENJOY!!! oh.. and review. and.. you might not appreciate this chapter if a) you like anna, or b) you haven't read merry xmas.
{Chapter 6: Check, please!}
"So what exactly am I toasting to again?" Summer said playfully, rolling her eyes with great emphasis at that curly haired boy across from her. "I kind of got lost with all the rambling."
Seth placed his glass of white wine down on the table, grabbing his chest and scrunching his face up. Summer looked on, unimpressed.
"You see this," Seth said, choking his words up, "This is my heart breaking."
Summer looked up nervously as a waiter gave Seth a strange look as he passed by their table.
She kicked him gently with her foot underneath the table, "Stop it. The waiters are giving you funny looks!"
Seth laughed it off, letting his face straighten up. "Summer, I'm sure they were just trying to look down your dress."
"Contrary to your beliefs, Cohen," Summer hissed as she took a tiny bite out of her salad, "I'm not as good looking as I once was. That's what happens when you pop out two kids."
Seth rolled his eyes at Summer's insecurity, even more so at her tiny salad and her tiny bites of it, and dug into his pasta. "Summer, that's ridiculous."
Summer felt the lettuce slide down her throat as she beamed up at Seth's adoring eyes, but noticing a slight sparkle in his eyes. That sparkle. . . what was that sparkle again? Was it the one he had right before he plans on kissing her or the one where he's about to burn her?
"I mean, you weren't good looking before you had kids." Seth said mockingly, regretting it when Summer's leg kicked him hard and she grabbed a breadstick, munching on it like crazy in order not to kick his ass verbally. "You weren't good looking; you were *great* looking."
"Good comeback." Summer said, smiling satisfactorily. She eyed her glass of wine again. "We were in the middle of a toast, weren't we?"
"Oh, right." Seth picked up his glass, as did Summer and he landed his eyes on hers, locking eye levels. "To our relationship, let's hope the bickering never ends." He scoffed, ready to clink glasses but Summer quickly lowered her eyes and tone, pulling back her hand, along with her own glass.
"I am not toasting to that." Summer said firmly. He watched her in disbelief.
"You can't refuse a toast."
"I think I just did, Cohen." Summer snapped back. She raised her eyebrows at him, tempting him to continue this pointless argument. When will he learn? Summer always wins.
Seth felt a tiny balance in his head appear.
'Should I fight for the toast I want? Or should I get laid?'
"Fine." Seth rolled his eyes. "To Summer Cohen, my amazing wife." He held out his glass, letting his ego fall to the ground along with his gaze.
Summer clinked her glass with his, took a long sip and placed it back on the table without a word.
"You forgot something." Summer said as Seth looked back at her, before engulfing more pasta.
Seth raised his head in reply, rambling, "How many times a day do I have to compliment you, Summer? You already know that I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. No, screw that. Summer," He gripped his fork tightly, not sure of how she would react, "You are my world."
Seth looked up slowly, tensing up in case she would have a sudden rage blackout.
He smiled as he watched her eyes well up, dropping her fork into her plate.
"Check, please!" Summer called out.
********
Marissa couldn't fall asleep.
So she stared at the tiny bunnies on the wall of Charlotte's bedroom.
It was so like Summer to pick the cute, pink border with the bunnies.
But now, in the shadows lurking from the bay window in Charlotte's bedroom, Marissa felt bad for Charlie. Those bunnies seemed slightly evil, like they would jump out at Marissa in a second.
It was like they were laughing at her.
And why not? Marissa Cooper was a huge lie. A failure.
She was drinking again, getting wasted again. Lying again. Ryan left her. She had no job. Everything. . . sucked. It sucked royally.
Marissa pulled at the covers on Charlotte's bed, wishing she was back home, but reminiscently remembered that her small, lonely apartment was no comfort. At least Seth and Summer would be home soon, and they could keep her company.
Unless, they were planning on getting it on tonight, in which case, Marissa would rather be alone. And far away.
She looked again at the mocking bunnies, prancing around in the shadows.
She rolled over towards the blank wall next to her, praying that she could finally fall asleep. She was so tired, every bone seemed to ache, but she just couldn't shut her eyes.
That's why she was almost thankful when the door bell rang, breaking her train of thoughts and forced eye shutting. She darted out of the bed and down the stairs, happy that the lights were on.
Had Seth and Summer forgotten their key?
Maybe it was her dad, checking up on her.
Marissa looked through the window of the door, but couldn't quite make out the tiny figure in front of her in the dark.
Marissa presumed it safe to unlock the door, and watched the oh-so- familiar blonde smile erratically and laugh nervously.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Marissa laughed bitterly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Nice to see you too, Coop."
"Don't call me that." Marissa said strictly. "Only Summer can call me that."
"Sorry," The blonde said cautiously, looking around the house, "Is she here?"
"No. She's out with Seth. Her husband and father of their two children. Can I help you?"
The blonde swayed back and forth, pushing her hair, slightly longer since she had last seen Marissa, back on that drunken night at the keg, "Oh. It's just that," She stopped herself, watching Marissa's face contort with anger and disapproval. "Don't tell her I was here."
Marissa stared at her with disbelief, but lightened her face a little, as she grabbed the door, ready to slam, "I won't ruin Summer's night. Your secret's safe with me."
The blonde threw a gracious smile, but as soon as Marissa slammed the door she rolled her eyes and cursed her off in her head.
Marissa Cooper was just like she used to be.
A stuck up, spoiled brat who drank away all her problems, except she could never admit it, because her head was too far up Ryan's ass.
Anna Stern smiled to herself softly as she retreated from the Cohen's house.
'You're lucky this time, Seth'. Anna thought, before climbing into her car.
******
"Summer, what's wrong?" Seth asked as they drove quickly back to their home.
"I thought," Summer flashed a nervous grin at him, "I thought I saw someone."
"Is Marissa in the bushes again?" Seth joked as they pulled up to the driveway.
Summer let out a forced laugh and rolled her eyes at his pun as he opened the door for her.
That couldn't have been who she thought it was, could it?
Come on, Anna Stern?
Pittsburgh?
Why would she be here?
"Sum, are you sure you're ok?" Seth asked, reading her thoughts like a book as they went inside the house.
"Yes." Summer cleared her throat, grabbing his waist and whispering into his eye. "I'm more then ok."
"Alright, sugar bun, no more alcohol for you." Seth joked, as Summer slid her hand up his bare back, underneath his white button down shirt.
"I'm not drunk, idiot." Summer said calmly, tracing her fingertips on his back. "I'm in the mood."
"Could you possibly be in the mood somewhere else?" Marissa asked, popping up from the couch.
Seth and Summer were so preoccupied with each other, that they had been completely unaware of Marissa' presence on the couch, watching TV and scooping ice cream.
"Stay here." Seth instructed to Marissa, grabbing Summer's hand was whisking her upstairs.
Marissa smiled at how sweet the couple had become, even between tossing insults.
She knew that knot in her stomach wasn't from eating too much ice cream.
She missed Ryan.
*****
"Do you think Marissa saved us any ice cream?" Seth asked Summer, nibbling gently on her ear lobe.
"She may not look it, but that girl can pack at least 4 pints of Ben and Jerry's." Summer said, kissing the corner of Seth's mouth, feeling his breath against her cheek.
"Good thing we buy in bulk." Seth snipped, jumping out of bed. "Sweet sex should be followed by sweet desserts."
"Hurry up." Summer giggled, pulling the sheets around her tighter.
"Aww, why, you'll miss your Sethy bear?" He said as he slid a robe over his body, since Marissa was downstairs and he was just in boxers.
"As if, Cohen." Summer said, tapping her toes against the bed. "I'm hungry."
Seth nodded at her, laughing gently as she went down the stairs, quietly, in case Marissa had fallen asleep.
She hadn't.
She was sitting upright, watching Conan O'Brien and still spooning some ice cream, scraping at the bottom.
"You," Seth said, pointing an accusing finger. "Should be thankful that Summer buys three tubs of ice cream every week." Marissa looked at him strangely, ready for a verbal war as he came back with a tub of Ben and Jerry's from the kitchen and two spoons.
"Only three." Marissa sparked. "That's pretty weak, Seth."
Seth threw her a bewildered look.
"The fact that you and Summer only do it three times a week." Marissa said, barely looking up from the screen. Conan was hassling some skinny pop tart from this teenage drama, Michelle Bartlett or something.
Seth nodded at her insult with pride. "I know that compared to the sex life of RyRissa, Summer and I are down there, but, in due time, Cooper," He said, nodding in affirmation, "in due time."
Marissa ignored the whole Ryan comment, but stared at Seth strangely. He knew, didn't he?
"Seth, when's the last time you spoke to Ryan?" Marissa asked, muting Conan.
"Last week." Seth said, not skipping a beat.
"How is he?" Marissa asked, fighting every urge of hers to cry.
"Um," Seth swayed a little. "You tell me. He's your fiancé."
He doesn't know. Why didn't Ryan tell his brother, best friend, whatever that they had called it off? It didn't matter. Well it did, but not now.
Marissa giggled nervously, but glanced at the front door, remembering something that occurred earlier tonight. "When's the last time you spoke to Anna?"
Seth stared at Marissa for a second in shock. Did she know?
"You know what," Seth said, biting his lip so he wouldn't prattle off nervously, "I don't even want to remember the last time I spoke to that girl!" There, he wasn't lying. He didn't want to remember speaking to Anna Stern. He *really* didn't want to remember that conversation.
"Your ice cream's melting." Marissa turned her attention back towards the TV and Seth eyed her a second longer before running up to Summer.
"What took so freaking long?" Summer asked. "Did you get lost on the way to the kitchen?"
"I was talking to Marissa." Seth snapped as he handed the melting tub to Summer, along with a spoon. She tore the cover off, eating happily as Seth slid his robe off and sat back down with her on the bed. "She's acting weird."
"Yeah, well, it's Marissa."
"Wow, you're a good friend." Seth spat out sarcastically.
"Seth," Summer said on a serious note, flipping her hair, "I just mean that she can never just be happy, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Seth said just as seriously, as he gulped down some ice cream. "I know someone else like that." He let his eyes linger in Summer's direction a minute longer and she whipped up from the ice cream, smiling vibrantly.
"Who?" ****
Seth was trying to fall asleep, but couldn't take his eyes off Summer, who although would never admit to it, was drooling and snoring simultaneously.
She had her arm wrapped around his torso, and even though her fingers were making small circles on his stomach, he knew she was out cold.
The bed smelled like that ice cream they had consumed before, in which Seth noticed a chocolate chip smudged on the floor. Or at least, what he desperately hoped was a chocolate chip.
He gazed again at Summer and tried to close his eyes, but every time he did, he saw that night, that conversation reenacted in his head. He had forgotten all about it, until Marissa had brought Anna up with him. . .
*Flashback*
"Seth, there's someone to see you." His assistant, Liz said politely and he nodded for them to come in.
It was his last appointment of the day. His one o' clock. Today, he was cutting it short, because he was taking Summer and the kids out to a movie and dinner, as promised. Plus, he was dying to see the new Harry Potter.
"Hey stranger." Her voice called out to him.
At first, he thought it was just a coincidence that the voice sounded like his former flame, Anna Stern. Yeah, the girl who almost ruined his life all those years ago. Not that he held grudges, or whatever.
"Earth to Seth!" She giggled and he slowly let his eyes tear from the floor and gaze upward and her way too smiley face. "It's me!"
"Anna?" Seth blinked widely.
"You remember me, don't you?" Anna said gingerly, moving closer to him in his office.
'How could I forget?' Seth thought to himself. 'Because of you I missed the birth of my first child'.
"Somewhat." Seth said confidently, but faltered when her smile faded. "Of course I remember you, Anna."
"Oh, Seth, it's been too long!" Before he knew it, her arms wrapped around his body.
"Has it?" He asked nervously, thankful she let go.
"Seth, I came here to tell you something important. Something I should have told you the night of the Harrison party."
"Um, Anna," Seth cleared his throat, eyeing his watch. "Go ahead." He just couldn't be mean to her. He could silently wish she keeled over and die, but he couldn't be mean to her.
"I love you." Anna bit her lip furiously when Seth stumbled back into his chair, but persisted. "And I know, deep down, you love me. It wasn't supposed to be this way. You and I should have gotton married and had children, not you and Summer."
"Have I just been Punk'd, because this *has* to be a joke!" Seth muttered, as Anna continued.
"I know that right now, you might not see it. But you will. I'll make you love me, Seth Cohen. I've tried and tried and tried to get over you. Don't you see?" She blinked widely at Seth, who just gave her a confused shrug, "The way you feel about Summer; That's how I feel about you."
"Anna-,"
"You can't just make feelings like that disappear, can you, Seth?"
"No." Seth nodded in defeat. "You can't."
"I'll see you later." Anna said, making her way back out the door.
"Yeah." Seth mumbled as she left.
"Seth, your wife's on line two." Liz said through the intercom and Seth mumbled a reply, watching the light on the phone blink to be answered.
What the hell just happened?
Did Anna really just storm in here all crazy like?
Seth pressed for line two to hear Summer's stream of complaints.
"What took you so long to answer? What's going on? Are we still on for the movies? The kids are going to be so disappointed if you cancel. You've been so busy with work, you barely spend time with them, and I," Summer paused, "I'm rambling. Oh, and I miss you."
She waited for a response.
"Seth? Seth, are you there?"
"I'm here." Seth said quickly, eyeing the door that Anna Stern had just busted in and out of.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Summer asked instantly, recognizing the anguished, panicky tone in his voice.
"I'm just stressed, from work. I miss you too. In fact, I'll be right over. Get the kids ready."
"Ok, but, Seth, you swear you're ok?"
"I swear." Seth just thanked god that Summer couldn't see him bite his lip and crack his knuckles, pure signs of Seth setting up a lie.
"Love you." Summer said and the line clicked off.
Seth smacked himself back into reality.
Anna Stern was a tiny blonde from his past; she wouldn't, she couldn't do anything to harm him or Summer.
Seth twitched his fingers because he knew that was a huge lie.
She had done it before, and he was pretty sure Anna would screw him over again.
But he wouldn't let her this time.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
pretty please.. give me some good feedback!! I'm starting to get writer's block!