*OK, two chapters, both chapters typed within two hours of each other. I
am so proud of
myself. I hope that you enjoy this chapter..please review and let me know your
thoughts. If you could not tell by now, I really value them. I take this time to say that I
do not own any of the characters, they all belong to FOX, which is the dumbest
broadcasting network because they think that baseball playoffs are more important than
our sanity.*
Marissa stood, stunned for a minute, hoping that if she could just force herself to
close her eyes, it would all be a dream. She closed her eyes again, and when she opened
them again, the floodgates reopened.
"How could you!" she screamed at both of them.
"Listen, Marissa," Luke said, comfortingly.
"No, Luke! I will not fucking listen. Nothing you can say right now will change
this. I caught you red-handed getting it on with one of my so-called best friends in a
hotel room five doors away from mine. And not even a week after I gave you myself!"
"C'mon," he said, moving towards her as if to touch her arm.
"Don't touch me! Don't look at me ever again! I never want to see you again. Be
with this fucking whore, see if I care!" she screamed, pushing her way out of the room.
Luke sat down on the bed, his head cradled in his hands. The room reeked of all of his mistakes. The sweat, the tears.
"I gotta take a shower," he mumbled.
Marissa ran and ran. Her feet were killing her. Stiletto sling backs aren't the best
running shoes, but they brought her pain. At least that one was thing that she still had.
Summer and Seth sat on the boardwalk.
"So...fave movie?"
"Gosh," she said, contemplating, "I would have to say either Sixteen Candles,
Pretty in Pink, or The Breakfast Club. Probably out of those three The Breakfast Club."
"Wow, very 80is. Big Ringwald fan, huh?"
"Oh yeah! I did my term paper on her last year. OK, you. Favorite movie?"
"I would have to say, without a doubt, Fight Club."
"Oooh, Brad Pitt looks so good in that movie."
"But not as hot as me, right?" he joked.
"Oh yeah, no one compares to you. You are on a plane by yourself!"
"Oh really?" he asked leaning closer to her.
"Yeah," she said, leaning in even closer.
"Yeah," he said, inches from her lips.
They both jolted apart when they heard the clacking of heels on the wooden
beams of the boardwalk.
"Marissa?" Summer asked when the source of the noise ran past, "Coop! Wait
up!" she called after her pulling off her shoes.
"Is she OK?" Seth asked.
"I don't think so. This situation is going to need liquor and a lot of chocolate. Do
you think you could go to a all night store and get some and bring it back to my room?"
"Surely," he said, grabbing up his keys.
Summer ran down the beach, working her hardest to catch up with the thin figure
a few yards in front of her.
"Coop! Ris! Marissa Grace Cooper!!"
Marissa tripped and fell into the sand. Summer finally caught up her with and
dropped on one knee, next to the shaking form.
"Coop? What's the matter. You've got to talk to me sweetie!"
All that Summer could understand from the sobs were Luke and Holly.
"Shit," Summer muttered, "Come on," she said more loudly, "Let's go back to the
hotel."
And Summer put her arm around Marissa and gently guided her back to the hotel.
Seth pulled back into the parking lot. He loaded up on drinks and junk food.
Something was seriously wrong with Marissa, but he wasn't sure what it was. He
looped the multiple bags over his arm and made his way to the entrance. There he met
Holly, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey," she said, "Whatcha got there?"
"Just some junk food for Summer and Marissa," he answered.
"So you and Summer seem to be getting along well."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That girl can sure follow a bet."
"What??" Seth asked.
"Oh, I shouldn't tell you this, but you seem like too nice of a guy...she is totally
playing you. It's all a game. I am ashamed to admit I was a part of it. The bet, I mean."
"What bet?" he asked angrily.
"More like a dare, actually, We noticed how you seemed to be infatuated with
her and so we dared her to act like she was interested in you and then dump you as soon
as she had you in...but I probably shouldn't be telling you this..."
Seth stood there, crestfallen, holding back hot tears.
"Oh, you really thought she like you. How sweet," she giggled.
Seth angrily stormed into the building, leaving Holly smiling maliciously outside.
Seth fumed. Summer did seem to truly like him, but it was crazy. Why would
she ever like him? It all made sense now. She didn't ever like him. It was all a bet. He
loudly knocked on the girl's room. When Summer answered, he thrust the bags at her.
"Here," he grunted and stalked back to his room.
"What in the hell is the matter with him?" Summer thought as she watched him
curse the key for not opening the door fast enough, "Well, I can't worry about that now.
We have a substantial amount of wallowing to do."
She shut the door and sat down on the bed by Marissa, stroking her hair and
pouring her a glass of rum.
"Can you please tell me what happened?" she begged, handing her the glass.
"Luke, he and Holly...Holly was in his room, naked, lying in his bed," she sobbed.
"God, Coop. I'm so sorry," she said hugging her.
"And my parents are getting divorced."
"We're going home tomorrow," Summer whispered.
Summer thought of Seth as she held Marissa racking body. Why was he angry?
She was dying to go talk to him, but she must stick to the "Sacred Motto" they created in
first grade: 'Buds before boys and definitely before books!"
"I'm so sorry, Coop," she whispered into Marissa's hair, their tears mingling,
where is was undistinguishable who had cried them all.
OK, end of this chapter..I would really like to know how y'all like this...This is
one of my favorite chapters to date, so I would really appreciate some feed back.
God, I think I am channeling me and my best friend as Summer and Marissa, we
are so close like that. I sort of modeled that whole scene after a horrible incident we
had a few months ago...so review and check back soon for more installments!
myself. I hope that you enjoy this chapter..please review and let me know your
thoughts. If you could not tell by now, I really value them. I take this time to say that I
do not own any of the characters, they all belong to FOX, which is the dumbest
broadcasting network because they think that baseball playoffs are more important than
our sanity.*
Marissa stood, stunned for a minute, hoping that if she could just force herself to
close her eyes, it would all be a dream. She closed her eyes again, and when she opened
them again, the floodgates reopened.
"How could you!" she screamed at both of them.
"Listen, Marissa," Luke said, comfortingly.
"No, Luke! I will not fucking listen. Nothing you can say right now will change
this. I caught you red-handed getting it on with one of my so-called best friends in a
hotel room five doors away from mine. And not even a week after I gave you myself!"
"C'mon," he said, moving towards her as if to touch her arm.
"Don't touch me! Don't look at me ever again! I never want to see you again. Be
with this fucking whore, see if I care!" she screamed, pushing her way out of the room.
Luke sat down on the bed, his head cradled in his hands. The room reeked of all of his mistakes. The sweat, the tears.
"I gotta take a shower," he mumbled.
Marissa ran and ran. Her feet were killing her. Stiletto sling backs aren't the best
running shoes, but they brought her pain. At least that one was thing that she still had.
Summer and Seth sat on the boardwalk.
"So...fave movie?"
"Gosh," she said, contemplating, "I would have to say either Sixteen Candles,
Pretty in Pink, or The Breakfast Club. Probably out of those three The Breakfast Club."
"Wow, very 80is. Big Ringwald fan, huh?"
"Oh yeah! I did my term paper on her last year. OK, you. Favorite movie?"
"I would have to say, without a doubt, Fight Club."
"Oooh, Brad Pitt looks so good in that movie."
"But not as hot as me, right?" he joked.
"Oh yeah, no one compares to you. You are on a plane by yourself!"
"Oh really?" he asked leaning closer to her.
"Yeah," she said, leaning in even closer.
"Yeah," he said, inches from her lips.
They both jolted apart when they heard the clacking of heels on the wooden
beams of the boardwalk.
"Marissa?" Summer asked when the source of the noise ran past, "Coop! Wait
up!" she called after her pulling off her shoes.
"Is she OK?" Seth asked.
"I don't think so. This situation is going to need liquor and a lot of chocolate. Do
you think you could go to a all night store and get some and bring it back to my room?"
"Surely," he said, grabbing up his keys.
Summer ran down the beach, working her hardest to catch up with the thin figure
a few yards in front of her.
"Coop! Ris! Marissa Grace Cooper!!"
Marissa tripped and fell into the sand. Summer finally caught up her with and
dropped on one knee, next to the shaking form.
"Coop? What's the matter. You've got to talk to me sweetie!"
All that Summer could understand from the sobs were Luke and Holly.
"Shit," Summer muttered, "Come on," she said more loudly, "Let's go back to the
hotel."
And Summer put her arm around Marissa and gently guided her back to the hotel.
Seth pulled back into the parking lot. He loaded up on drinks and junk food.
Something was seriously wrong with Marissa, but he wasn't sure what it was. He
looped the multiple bags over his arm and made his way to the entrance. There he met
Holly, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey," she said, "Whatcha got there?"
"Just some junk food for Summer and Marissa," he answered.
"So you and Summer seem to be getting along well."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That girl can sure follow a bet."
"What??" Seth asked.
"Oh, I shouldn't tell you this, but you seem like too nice of a guy...she is totally
playing you. It's all a game. I am ashamed to admit I was a part of it. The bet, I mean."
"What bet?" he asked angrily.
"More like a dare, actually, We noticed how you seemed to be infatuated with
her and so we dared her to act like she was interested in you and then dump you as soon
as she had you in...but I probably shouldn't be telling you this..."
Seth stood there, crestfallen, holding back hot tears.
"Oh, you really thought she like you. How sweet," she giggled.
Seth angrily stormed into the building, leaving Holly smiling maliciously outside.
Seth fumed. Summer did seem to truly like him, but it was crazy. Why would
she ever like him? It all made sense now. She didn't ever like him. It was all a bet. He
loudly knocked on the girl's room. When Summer answered, he thrust the bags at her.
"Here," he grunted and stalked back to his room.
"What in the hell is the matter with him?" Summer thought as she watched him
curse the key for not opening the door fast enough, "Well, I can't worry about that now.
We have a substantial amount of wallowing to do."
She shut the door and sat down on the bed by Marissa, stroking her hair and
pouring her a glass of rum.
"Can you please tell me what happened?" she begged, handing her the glass.
"Luke, he and Holly...Holly was in his room, naked, lying in his bed," she sobbed.
"God, Coop. I'm so sorry," she said hugging her.
"And my parents are getting divorced."
"We're going home tomorrow," Summer whispered.
Summer thought of Seth as she held Marissa racking body. Why was he angry?
She was dying to go talk to him, but she must stick to the "Sacred Motto" they created in
first grade: 'Buds before boys and definitely before books!"
"I'm so sorry, Coop," she whispered into Marissa's hair, their tears mingling,
where is was undistinguishable who had cried them all.
OK, end of this chapter..I would really like to know how y'all like this...This is
one of my favorite chapters to date, so I would really appreciate some feed back.
God, I think I am channeling me and my best friend as Summer and Marissa, we
are so close like that. I sort of modeled that whole scene after a horrible incident we
had a few months ago...so review and check back soon for more installments!
