{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} SORRRYYYY this took so long. I just wasn't in a writing mood. but I promise more to come.. hope you like the chapter and review, as always! ALSO.. please.. if you are a fan of my writing.. and this is a bribe.. I will produce chapters more quickly if you review my stories on that 70's show.. especially "Answer the Phone" b/c I worked really hard on it. P.S. If anyone.. has any songs that remind them of summer/seth.. or Jackie/hyde if you're into them.. tell me and I will write a song fic for you. I'm calling it "Rae's SongFic Request". Any song - and if you want to use a diff coupling, just say so.. and I'll consider it.. just as long as I am familiar with the characters!!
{Chapter 10: Realizations and Senses}
"Marissa, honey, what's the matter?" Kirsten asked, as she left Dylan's room, Dylan in her arms.
Marissa lifted her hands from her head and looked up hopelessly at Kirsten.
Instantly, Kirsten realized what had happened.
"Come on," Kirsten insisted, placing Dylan on the ground and offering her hand to Marissa. She pulled Marissa up, who smiled weakly. "Let's go get some fresh air and talk." *********
"Seth Cohen, you are dead!" Summer shouted from the top of her lungs, staring at the shards of glass by her bare toes.
She gaped down at her big toe, where blood started to seep out and winced as she hopped towards one of the chairs in the kitchen.
She had thought today would have been a simple day, even with a horrible hang over.
You know, Marissa and her would go for some more shopping, play with the kids, maybe catch a movie.like old times, just hang out. But no, of course, her dumb husband had to screw things up for her!
After Marissa went upstairs, Summer felt slightly dizzy and grabbed some Tylenol and a glass of water in the kitchen. Seth remained in the living room, watching cartoons, which only frustrated to her no end.
Summer then decided she wanted something to eat, and with glass in hand, made her way to the fridge only to see Seth come in. She shut the refrigerator door, staring at him longingly. She was all about to kiss him. He was being so good lately. They rarely fought. Of course, he had to screw that up too!!
"Oh my god." Summer said as that all too familiar blue eyed boy from Chino followed her husband into the kitchen.
The glass slipped from her hand as she stood in shock, watching Ryan form a warm smile across his lips.
The three of them stood silent as they slowly watched the glass fall and break in front of Summer's feet, and then watched the blood flow freely from her toe and her hop back to her seat, screaming, "Seth Cohen, you are dead."
"I'll go get a band aid." Ryan said quickly, exiting as quickly as possible.
"Summer," Seth was ready to explain, but stopped himself. "Are you ok?"
She took her attention of her throbbing toe and stared at him in disbelief. "Am I ok?" She frowned. "Am I OK?"
Seth sighed. He should have known this was coming.
"Seth, do you even have a brain in that big head of yours?"
He tried to get a word in, but deemed it pointless as she continued.
"I mean, of all the dumbest things to do, you just topped them all! Did you even think about Marissa?"
"It's really not that big of a deal. They already bumped into each other."
"What?" Summer jumped up, but immediately sat back down in pain, letting out a cry. "OW!"
Seth came to her side, lifting her foot up. "The glass is still in there." He picked it out carefully and tossed the bloody shard of glass onto the countertop, looking into Summer's betrayed eyes.
"I'm mad at you." She announced, jumping off the chair again even though her foot was hurting badly. She glared at Ryan as he came back in, holding a few band aids, grabbed one and went to go sit on the couch. "Both of you, in here, now."
Seth and Ryan exchanged worried glances.
"First of all--," Summer started, letting a smile wash over her face. "Ryan, how are you!?" She held out her arms for Ryan to hug her, and he did so, then sat next to her as she put the band aid on her toe and winced. "Secondly, Seth, you are dead!" She stood up, the pain had started to recede, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Summer, it's not his fault." Ryan said, standing up to face her.
Summer threw him a cautious look, as Seth gave him a 'what are you doing?' look.
Summer looked back at Seth, who covered it up with a shrug and a nod.
"It's not?" Summer asked suspiciously.
This had Seth Cohen written all over it.
"I wanted to see her." Ryan said, slightly confused on why he was doing this.
"Why didn't you *want* to see her back in Cali?" Summer asked, raising an eye skeptically.
Ryan just glared at his feet and Summer sighed, nodding her head in defeat. "Ryan, don't lie."
Seth flinched, taking a step backwards in case a rage blackout was on it's way.
"No, Summer," Ryan said nervously. Was he that transparent?
"Sit." Summer instructed, and Ryan did so, as she poked Seth's chest with her index finger. "You are."
Seth squinted his eyes shut, scared out of his wits.
It was amazing how a woman so tiny could make him feel so weak and vulnerable to pain.
"Sweet." She said proudly, rubbing his chest with her palm.
"Huh?" Ryan and Seth both said, watching Summer embrace Seth.
"You knew how much Marissa missed Ryan, and you knew Ryan would never admit he's wrong, so you manipulated Ryan into coming here!"
"I'm not wrong." Ryan barked defensively, but Seth shook his head.
"Please, don't ruin her mood." He mouthed quietly as Summer kissed his cheek.
"So," Summer said giddily, sitting next to Ryan. "How did it go? Did you guys make up yet?"
Ryan shook his head slowly and then remembered why he had come back downstairs in the first place. "Guys, Charlotte was just crying in my arms. I think something's wrong with her."
Summer's face turned dismal and she looked at Seth with worry.
"She's been acting strange all morning, actually." Seth said, returning the worried glance. "I'll go talk to her."
Seth dashed upstairs, as Summer slapped Ryan's knee. "Now what happened?"
"Summer." Kirsten's voice rang out. "We're going to the park."
Summer and Ryan's heads popped up and looked at a miserable Marissa with Dylan wriggling in her arms.
"We'll be back soon." Marissa said, her voice muffled with the choke of tears.
Summer stayed quiet until they were out the door.
"What did you do?" Summer asked accusingly as Ryan dropped his head into his hands. "Fine, you know what.you brood. I'm going to the park." She ran to the closet to slip on some sandals and ran after Kirsten, Marissa, and Dylan.
Ryan stared at the blank TV screen in front of him.
What did he do?
What should he do?
He had no answer.
*************
"Charlie?" Seth nudged the tiny girl, as she blinked awake and sat up in bed.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes were red and tired looking.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Seth took her in his arms, and she leaned her head against him.
"Why do you care?" She said with a bitter tone.
Seth shook her gently and glared at her. "What do you mean, 'why do I care'?"
"You don't need to pretend that care about me," She crossed her arms defiantly. "Dylan's the one that matters."
"Charlotte, what's gotten into you?" Seth watched her crawl from his arms and open the door gently.
"Nothing." She stared at him blankly, feeling like she was on the verge of tears again. She slipped out the door, muttering. "Seth."
That was the kiss of death when it came to Charlotte, just like her mother.
Just like her mother, Charlotte will call him Cohen when she was in a good mood and Seth when she was in a bad one. The thing was, Charlotte, was never in bad moods. This was rare and something had obviously brought it on. Sibling rivalry, maybe? But he cared about both of his kids a great deal. He stood up slowly, and went downstairs, hearing two voices whispering. ***********
Charlotte left her father in her room and began to tear again. Her father didn't love her. Or did he?
Now, she would always be doubtful because of that girl.
That stupid, evil witch.
She finally came to the bottom of the stairs and saw Ryan, who also looked like he was about to cry, "Uncle Ryan."
Her voice cracked gently as she sat in his lap.
"Are you ok?"
He hugged her gently and she stared at him, slightly scared.
She had never seen a grown up cry before, especially Ryan.
"Are *you* ok?" He said as he let go of her.
"No." She said bluntly, "You know my mommy and daddy really well, right?"
He nodded.
"Well," She wasn't quite sure how to say this. "They don't love me."
"Of course they do, Charlie!" Ryan said, raising his voice. "You're their whole world, you and Dylan."
At the mention of his name, she started to feel the tears and just nodded, but didn't believe his words. "Was I a mistake?"
Ryan stayed silent.
What was he supposed to say?
Charlotte wasn't a planned child, but that didn't mean she wasn't loved.
Charlotte took his silence as a yes and just stood up, angry.
She had to tell someone.
"Uncle Ryan, yesterday," She had begun to sob loudly, but she forced the words anyway as he watched her intently, "Yesterday, this weird lady told me all these mean things. That my parents don't love me, that they love Dylan more, and that I ruined my mommy's life."
"Charlotte, who said that to you?" Seth's voice came booming from down the stairs.
Charlotte froze, watching her father shake her and repeat what he said.
He looked really scared, like he knew who she was going to say.
"Anna?" She said, more as a question, since she had no idea who this girl was.
"Oh my god." Seth cradled Charlotte gently, the top of her head landing on his stomach.
Ryan stood up and looked at Seth, "She's going too far."
"No kidding!" Seth screamed, feeling that rage come back again.
"You need to do something."
"Daddy," Charlotte said, trying to space herself from him.
"I can't believe that stupid bitch! I can't believe she would do this. She's trying to ruin me. And through my kids! She's such a fuckin'."
"Man." Ryan slapped Seth's shoulder and he calmed himself down, gaping down at Charlotte who was crying and clinging to Ryan's leg.
"Sweetie," He tried to shake the angry voice, that was so unlike his, away, but he couldn't. He reached out for her, but she shook her head, small tears flowing down her cheeks, and ran upstairs.
Seth sat back down on the couch and muttered to himself.
"What am I going to do?" Ryan asked himself, as he sat down.
"What are *you* going to do?" Seth said, staring at his arms, which were shaking with anger. "I'm becoming my grandpa, dude."
"I'm becoming my mom. Running away from commitment. Oh my god." Ryan smacked himself in realization. "This is all my fault. Everything. Oh my." He stood up quickly, running to the door.
"Ryan, man, what are you." Seth started but he heard the door slam, and was speaking to no one.
He could hear the John Mayer cd blasting and knew Charlotte was in his room, probably listening to it, trying to remember better times with her now sullen, angry, cussing father.
How could he let himself become like that in front of her?
She was scared of him.
He couldn't shake of the image of her eyes, fearful.
He promised himself he would never do anything to harm his kids.
Shit, what was he blaming himself for?
This was Anna's fault.
He had to get her back.
He stood up, calmly dialing the number she had left with his secretary.
"Anna?" He asked, keeping his cool.
"I knew you'd call. I hope you're not mad. I couldn't control myself."
"I'm not mad." Seth said, watching his arm twirl the cord violently in his fingers, "Can you come over? I want to try to make us, work."
Anna shrieked happily. "I knew you finally come to your senses!"
He hung up the phone and sat back down, watching the door, awaiting her arrival.
Yeah, he had come to his senses.
He had to tell Anna off, in a way she'd understand.
Channel his anger onto her.
He wasn't about to let her ruin his life.
He wasn't about to watch Charlotte and Dylan slip away from him.
And he wasn't about to let go of everything he's worked for, everything he's ever wanted; Summer.
{A Sequel To Merry Christmas!}
{Disclaimer} I own the OC and Seth Cohen. Oh, and I'm a pathological liar.
{A/N} SORRRYYYY this took so long. I just wasn't in a writing mood. but I promise more to come.. hope you like the chapter and review, as always! ALSO.. please.. if you are a fan of my writing.. and this is a bribe.. I will produce chapters more quickly if you review my stories on that 70's show.. especially "Answer the Phone" b/c I worked really hard on it. P.S. If anyone.. has any songs that remind them of summer/seth.. or Jackie/hyde if you're into them.. tell me and I will write a song fic for you. I'm calling it "Rae's SongFic Request". Any song - and if you want to use a diff coupling, just say so.. and I'll consider it.. just as long as I am familiar with the characters!!
{Chapter 10: Realizations and Senses}
"Marissa, honey, what's the matter?" Kirsten asked, as she left Dylan's room, Dylan in her arms.
Marissa lifted her hands from her head and looked up hopelessly at Kirsten.
Instantly, Kirsten realized what had happened.
"Come on," Kirsten insisted, placing Dylan on the ground and offering her hand to Marissa. She pulled Marissa up, who smiled weakly. "Let's go get some fresh air and talk." *********
"Seth Cohen, you are dead!" Summer shouted from the top of her lungs, staring at the shards of glass by her bare toes.
She gaped down at her big toe, where blood started to seep out and winced as she hopped towards one of the chairs in the kitchen.
She had thought today would have been a simple day, even with a horrible hang over.
You know, Marissa and her would go for some more shopping, play with the kids, maybe catch a movie.like old times, just hang out. But no, of course, her dumb husband had to screw things up for her!
After Marissa went upstairs, Summer felt slightly dizzy and grabbed some Tylenol and a glass of water in the kitchen. Seth remained in the living room, watching cartoons, which only frustrated to her no end.
Summer then decided she wanted something to eat, and with glass in hand, made her way to the fridge only to see Seth come in. She shut the refrigerator door, staring at him longingly. She was all about to kiss him. He was being so good lately. They rarely fought. Of course, he had to screw that up too!!
"Oh my god." Summer said as that all too familiar blue eyed boy from Chino followed her husband into the kitchen.
The glass slipped from her hand as she stood in shock, watching Ryan form a warm smile across his lips.
The three of them stood silent as they slowly watched the glass fall and break in front of Summer's feet, and then watched the blood flow freely from her toe and her hop back to her seat, screaming, "Seth Cohen, you are dead."
"I'll go get a band aid." Ryan said quickly, exiting as quickly as possible.
"Summer," Seth was ready to explain, but stopped himself. "Are you ok?"
She took her attention of her throbbing toe and stared at him in disbelief. "Am I ok?" She frowned. "Am I OK?"
Seth sighed. He should have known this was coming.
"Seth, do you even have a brain in that big head of yours?"
He tried to get a word in, but deemed it pointless as she continued.
"I mean, of all the dumbest things to do, you just topped them all! Did you even think about Marissa?"
"It's really not that big of a deal. They already bumped into each other."
"What?" Summer jumped up, but immediately sat back down in pain, letting out a cry. "OW!"
Seth came to her side, lifting her foot up. "The glass is still in there." He picked it out carefully and tossed the bloody shard of glass onto the countertop, looking into Summer's betrayed eyes.
"I'm mad at you." She announced, jumping off the chair again even though her foot was hurting badly. She glared at Ryan as he came back in, holding a few band aids, grabbed one and went to go sit on the couch. "Both of you, in here, now."
Seth and Ryan exchanged worried glances.
"First of all--," Summer started, letting a smile wash over her face. "Ryan, how are you!?" She held out her arms for Ryan to hug her, and he did so, then sat next to her as she put the band aid on her toe and winced. "Secondly, Seth, you are dead!" She stood up, the pain had started to recede, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Summer, it's not his fault." Ryan said, standing up to face her.
Summer threw him a cautious look, as Seth gave him a 'what are you doing?' look.
Summer looked back at Seth, who covered it up with a shrug and a nod.
"It's not?" Summer asked suspiciously.
This had Seth Cohen written all over it.
"I wanted to see her." Ryan said, slightly confused on why he was doing this.
"Why didn't you *want* to see her back in Cali?" Summer asked, raising an eye skeptically.
Ryan just glared at his feet and Summer sighed, nodding her head in defeat. "Ryan, don't lie."
Seth flinched, taking a step backwards in case a rage blackout was on it's way.
"No, Summer," Ryan said nervously. Was he that transparent?
"Sit." Summer instructed, and Ryan did so, as she poked Seth's chest with her index finger. "You are."
Seth squinted his eyes shut, scared out of his wits.
It was amazing how a woman so tiny could make him feel so weak and vulnerable to pain.
"Sweet." She said proudly, rubbing his chest with her palm.
"Huh?" Ryan and Seth both said, watching Summer embrace Seth.
"You knew how much Marissa missed Ryan, and you knew Ryan would never admit he's wrong, so you manipulated Ryan into coming here!"
"I'm not wrong." Ryan barked defensively, but Seth shook his head.
"Please, don't ruin her mood." He mouthed quietly as Summer kissed his cheek.
"So," Summer said giddily, sitting next to Ryan. "How did it go? Did you guys make up yet?"
Ryan shook his head slowly and then remembered why he had come back downstairs in the first place. "Guys, Charlotte was just crying in my arms. I think something's wrong with her."
Summer's face turned dismal and she looked at Seth with worry.
"She's been acting strange all morning, actually." Seth said, returning the worried glance. "I'll go talk to her."
Seth dashed upstairs, as Summer slapped Ryan's knee. "Now what happened?"
"Summer." Kirsten's voice rang out. "We're going to the park."
Summer and Ryan's heads popped up and looked at a miserable Marissa with Dylan wriggling in her arms.
"We'll be back soon." Marissa said, her voice muffled with the choke of tears.
Summer stayed quiet until they were out the door.
"What did you do?" Summer asked accusingly as Ryan dropped his head into his hands. "Fine, you know what.you brood. I'm going to the park." She ran to the closet to slip on some sandals and ran after Kirsten, Marissa, and Dylan.
Ryan stared at the blank TV screen in front of him.
What did he do?
What should he do?
He had no answer.
*************
"Charlie?" Seth nudged the tiny girl, as she blinked awake and sat up in bed.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes were red and tired looking.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Seth took her in his arms, and she leaned her head against him.
"Why do you care?" She said with a bitter tone.
Seth shook her gently and glared at her. "What do you mean, 'why do I care'?"
"You don't need to pretend that care about me," She crossed her arms defiantly. "Dylan's the one that matters."
"Charlotte, what's gotten into you?" Seth watched her crawl from his arms and open the door gently.
"Nothing." She stared at him blankly, feeling like she was on the verge of tears again. She slipped out the door, muttering. "Seth."
That was the kiss of death when it came to Charlotte, just like her mother.
Just like her mother, Charlotte will call him Cohen when she was in a good mood and Seth when she was in a bad one. The thing was, Charlotte, was never in bad moods. This was rare and something had obviously brought it on. Sibling rivalry, maybe? But he cared about both of his kids a great deal. He stood up slowly, and went downstairs, hearing two voices whispering. ***********
Charlotte left her father in her room and began to tear again. Her father didn't love her. Or did he?
Now, she would always be doubtful because of that girl.
That stupid, evil witch.
She finally came to the bottom of the stairs and saw Ryan, who also looked like he was about to cry, "Uncle Ryan."
Her voice cracked gently as she sat in his lap.
"Are you ok?"
He hugged her gently and she stared at him, slightly scared.
She had never seen a grown up cry before, especially Ryan.
"Are *you* ok?" He said as he let go of her.
"No." She said bluntly, "You know my mommy and daddy really well, right?"
He nodded.
"Well," She wasn't quite sure how to say this. "They don't love me."
"Of course they do, Charlie!" Ryan said, raising his voice. "You're their whole world, you and Dylan."
At the mention of his name, she started to feel the tears and just nodded, but didn't believe his words. "Was I a mistake?"
Ryan stayed silent.
What was he supposed to say?
Charlotte wasn't a planned child, but that didn't mean she wasn't loved.
Charlotte took his silence as a yes and just stood up, angry.
She had to tell someone.
"Uncle Ryan, yesterday," She had begun to sob loudly, but she forced the words anyway as he watched her intently, "Yesterday, this weird lady told me all these mean things. That my parents don't love me, that they love Dylan more, and that I ruined my mommy's life."
"Charlotte, who said that to you?" Seth's voice came booming from down the stairs.
Charlotte froze, watching her father shake her and repeat what he said.
He looked really scared, like he knew who she was going to say.
"Anna?" She said, more as a question, since she had no idea who this girl was.
"Oh my god." Seth cradled Charlotte gently, the top of her head landing on his stomach.
Ryan stood up and looked at Seth, "She's going too far."
"No kidding!" Seth screamed, feeling that rage come back again.
"You need to do something."
"Daddy," Charlotte said, trying to space herself from him.
"I can't believe that stupid bitch! I can't believe she would do this. She's trying to ruin me. And through my kids! She's such a fuckin'."
"Man." Ryan slapped Seth's shoulder and he calmed himself down, gaping down at Charlotte who was crying and clinging to Ryan's leg.
"Sweetie," He tried to shake the angry voice, that was so unlike his, away, but he couldn't. He reached out for her, but she shook her head, small tears flowing down her cheeks, and ran upstairs.
Seth sat back down on the couch and muttered to himself.
"What am I going to do?" Ryan asked himself, as he sat down.
"What are *you* going to do?" Seth said, staring at his arms, which were shaking with anger. "I'm becoming my grandpa, dude."
"I'm becoming my mom. Running away from commitment. Oh my god." Ryan smacked himself in realization. "This is all my fault. Everything. Oh my." He stood up quickly, running to the door.
"Ryan, man, what are you." Seth started but he heard the door slam, and was speaking to no one.
He could hear the John Mayer cd blasting and knew Charlotte was in his room, probably listening to it, trying to remember better times with her now sullen, angry, cussing father.
How could he let himself become like that in front of her?
She was scared of him.
He couldn't shake of the image of her eyes, fearful.
He promised himself he would never do anything to harm his kids.
Shit, what was he blaming himself for?
This was Anna's fault.
He had to get her back.
He stood up, calmly dialing the number she had left with his secretary.
"Anna?" He asked, keeping his cool.
"I knew you'd call. I hope you're not mad. I couldn't control myself."
"I'm not mad." Seth said, watching his arm twirl the cord violently in his fingers, "Can you come over? I want to try to make us, work."
Anna shrieked happily. "I knew you finally come to your senses!"
He hung up the phone and sat back down, watching the door, awaiting her arrival.
Yeah, he had come to his senses.
He had to tell Anna off, in a way she'd understand.
Channel his anger onto her.
He wasn't about to let her ruin his life.
He wasn't about to watch Charlotte and Dylan slip away from him.
And he wasn't about to let go of everything he's worked for, everything he's ever wanted; Summer.