*All right you guys! Here comes another chapter! Yay! OMG I am so
incredibly
stoked about tomorrow night's episode. You have no idea. I am like a complete
freak but I really don't care. I will be watching the clock all tomorrow, waiting for
8:59 to come. That is when I am like floating cause in a minute the OC will come
on. Only a day and two hours to go! I am so freakin' excited. I don't know what I
will do during the hiatus. Who gives a damn about the stupid World Series? Sure
as hell not me! OK, on to the story. Thanks for all of your great reviews. Keep 'em
coming! All right, this has been like the longest author's note in the history of the
world, so I'll just start they story now. *
Summer woke up to the feeling of strong arms around her. She never felt so safe,
loved. It feels good, she thought sleepily as she slipped back out of consciousness.
The next morning Seth woke up with an unfamiliar body next to his. He had his
arm slung over Summer and her head was cradled into his shoulder. He easily disjointed
himself from her and quietly crept out of the room. No use in ruining a perfect memory
with her screaming at him for touching her. Seth opened the door to his room, hoping
that Ryan would still be asleep and he could sneak by with no questions. But of course,
no such luck. He was sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee.
"And where have you been, mister?" he asked.
"At the vending machines?"
"All night? If I remember correctly you were last seen "watching a movie" in the
room of the lovely, yet at times spiteful, Summer Roberts."
"Like anything would happen. We just fell asleep watching that lame movie."
"After acting out a love scene from the it?"
"Don't you understand, she like hates me..." he said unconvincingly.
"Then why did she ask you to stay? "
"I don't know..she might like me a little."
"So tell me," Ryan said leaning forward conspiratorially, "How was it?"
"Shut up man!" Seth said pushing past Ryan, into the bathroom, "I'm gonna take
a shower."
"I used all the hot water so there'll be plenty of cold water there for ya buddy,"
Ryan joked.
"Fuck off, Atwood. Nothing happened!" he called through the door.
"Fine, Fine, I'm going to get some more coffee," he said, exiting the room.
Marissa woke up the next morning at ten forty-five. She rolled over and Luke
was staring at her.
"Oh!" she squealed, "Hey, you're up."
"Yeah, do you want to take a shower?"
"You're right. I better go. See ya," she said, gathering her clothes.
"No, I mean here," he said huskily.
"I really shouldn't. I need to check on Summer. I'll see you in an hour."
"OK, babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Luke," she said exiting.
Just as she was about to enter her room, Ryan rounded the corner.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," he said a little bewildered.
"Those are the same clothes you wore last night," he observed.
"Well, yeah.I uh slept over with Luke," she admitted, embarrassed.
"Oh," Ryan said, realizing, "That's cool, I guess."
"Well..we haven't really had a chance to talk on this trip. Are you having a
good time?"
"Seth is..I guess that is good enough for me."
"Yeah..Ryan, I think we really need to talk about the other night," she blurted
out, "I am really sorry about interrupting..."
"No," he said, "It needed to be interrupted. It was a physical thing. Never could
really go anywhere."
"Alright.just wanted.." she said, awkwardly.
"It's OK," he said, faking a reassuring smile at her.
"Yes, it is OK," she said, smiling and going into her room.
*OK, end of a short chapter. Sorry about its shortness...but coming up the other
Newport partiers arrive. What fun...and with the arrival of a certain blonde with
a hairstyle reminiscent of Farrah Fawcett, some tension will arise! So keep
reviewing and I will keep writing! Thanks for reading.*
stoked about tomorrow night's episode. You have no idea. I am like a complete
freak but I really don't care. I will be watching the clock all tomorrow, waiting for
8:59 to come. That is when I am like floating cause in a minute the OC will come
on. Only a day and two hours to go! I am so freakin' excited. I don't know what I
will do during the hiatus. Who gives a damn about the stupid World Series? Sure
as hell not me! OK, on to the story. Thanks for all of your great reviews. Keep 'em
coming! All right, this has been like the longest author's note in the history of the
world, so I'll just start they story now. *
Summer woke up to the feeling of strong arms around her. She never felt so safe,
loved. It feels good, she thought sleepily as she slipped back out of consciousness.
The next morning Seth woke up with an unfamiliar body next to his. He had his
arm slung over Summer and her head was cradled into his shoulder. He easily disjointed
himself from her and quietly crept out of the room. No use in ruining a perfect memory
with her screaming at him for touching her. Seth opened the door to his room, hoping
that Ryan would still be asleep and he could sneak by with no questions. But of course,
no such luck. He was sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee.
"And where have you been, mister?" he asked.
"At the vending machines?"
"All night? If I remember correctly you were last seen "watching a movie" in the
room of the lovely, yet at times spiteful, Summer Roberts."
"Like anything would happen. We just fell asleep watching that lame movie."
"After acting out a love scene from the it?"
"Don't you understand, she like hates me..." he said unconvincingly.
"Then why did she ask you to stay? "
"I don't know..she might like me a little."
"So tell me," Ryan said leaning forward conspiratorially, "How was it?"
"Shut up man!" Seth said pushing past Ryan, into the bathroom, "I'm gonna take
a shower."
"I used all the hot water so there'll be plenty of cold water there for ya buddy,"
Ryan joked.
"Fuck off, Atwood. Nothing happened!" he called through the door.
"Fine, Fine, I'm going to get some more coffee," he said, exiting the room.
Marissa woke up the next morning at ten forty-five. She rolled over and Luke
was staring at her.
"Oh!" she squealed, "Hey, you're up."
"Yeah, do you want to take a shower?"
"You're right. I better go. See ya," she said, gathering her clothes.
"No, I mean here," he said huskily.
"I really shouldn't. I need to check on Summer. I'll see you in an hour."
"OK, babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Luke," she said exiting.
Just as she was about to enter her room, Ryan rounded the corner.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," he said a little bewildered.
"Those are the same clothes you wore last night," he observed.
"Well, yeah.I uh slept over with Luke," she admitted, embarrassed.
"Oh," Ryan said, realizing, "That's cool, I guess."
"Well..we haven't really had a chance to talk on this trip. Are you having a
good time?"
"Seth is..I guess that is good enough for me."
"Yeah..Ryan, I think we really need to talk about the other night," she blurted
out, "I am really sorry about interrupting..."
"No," he said, "It needed to be interrupted. It was a physical thing. Never could
really go anywhere."
"Alright.just wanted.." she said, awkwardly.
"It's OK," he said, faking a reassuring smile at her.
"Yes, it is OK," she said, smiling and going into her room.
*OK, end of a short chapter. Sorry about its shortness...but coming up the other
Newport partiers arrive. What fun...and with the arrival of a certain blonde with
a hairstyle reminiscent of Farrah Fawcett, some tension will arise! So keep
reviewing and I will keep writing! Thanks for reading.*
