*Hey guys! Here I am, back and ready to go! I love writing this story...I
hope that
I never have to stop...but I am sure that I will someday. Hopefully I will be able to
stretch it out at least through the hiatus and then maybe I will have ideas for a new
story! I appreciate all of you reading and reviewing...Usual disclaimer*
Summer and Marissa had a great few days before school started. They worked
out while watching a sappy movie marathon, sometimes crying so hard they had to stop.
They stayed up almost all night, talking and giggling, and then got up just in time for
lunch. They grilled out one night, wearing bathing suits and leis, then had a strictly
desserts night, and the last night they had an international foods night, with a dish from
every country they could remember. Then Sunday afternoon came, and Marissa had to
go home.
"Call me if you ever need anything. I'll be there as fast as my wheels'll carry me.
And if you need to escape from home, just come over whenever. No need to call, just
bring a toothbrush and you're set."
"OK," Marissa said, hugging Summer.
"I love you Coop."
"I love you too, Sums!"
They broke apart from their hug when they heard the honking of a horn.
"Hey Pumpkin," Jimmy called, stepping out from his car.
"Daddy," she said, giving him a big hug.
"Hi Summer," he greeted.
"Hi Mr. Cooper."
"So how was your trip?" he asked, turning to Marissa.
"Good, daddy, very fun."
"I bet you are ready to get home, since you've been away from home for so long.
Let me get your bags."
Summer gave Marissa one last hug and then Marissa headed to the car.
"CALL ME!" Summer mouthed and then Marissa drove off. Leaving her alone.
Summer walked into the empty house.
Seth Cohen sat in front of his computer, checking his e mail.
"Hey man," Ryan said entering his room.
"Hey," Seth greeted.
"So guess who just got home?"
"Hmmmm..the Pope?"
"No!"
"Gandhi?"
"No!"
"Oh my gosh! Sid Vicious is alive. The Sex Pistols are alive and well!"
"It's Marissa."
"Dang...you got my hopes all up. You got me all excited for nothing."
"Do you think that I should go over there and talk to her?""
"Well it depends on what you said...or did...to her when we dropped her off
and you asked her to talk to you alone."
"We just went outside. And I told her I was very sorry about Luke and all and
that I knew it was soon but would she like to hang out sometime or something."
"Very definite plans, I see. And...?"
"She agreed that it was very soon, but maybe, later on."
"So you think three days is sufficient time?"
"I just wanna talk to her."
"Sound good man. Give her my greetings."
"Do you want me to ask her about Summer?"
"No," Seth snapped, "I thought we agreed that Summer would be a never topic."
"Actually, you just told me that she would be a never topic. We never agreed on
anything. What happened? I mean, all I could get from you was that you two just
'couldn't work it out'."
"We couldn't."
"Work what out??"
"Fine! She was dared by her friends to act like she liked me and then she was
going to dump me. Now that you know, are you happy? Go and see Marissa."
"Man, I'm sorry...I was just.."
"It's fine. OK really. I am totally over her and I am sure that she was over me
before it even started."
"Well, I am gonna go now...bye," Ryan said exiting.
Seth said contemplating the truth of his previous statement. Was he really over
Summer? And was there actually anything of any substance to get over?
*OK, tomorrow they go to school! Yay! Did y'all hear that The O.C. moved to
Wednesdays at nine! Isn't that great! Now we can take one extra day off of that
hellish hiatus! So please review and I'll keep em coming!*
I never have to stop...but I am sure that I will someday. Hopefully I will be able to
stretch it out at least through the hiatus and then maybe I will have ideas for a new
story! I appreciate all of you reading and reviewing...Usual disclaimer*
Summer and Marissa had a great few days before school started. They worked
out while watching a sappy movie marathon, sometimes crying so hard they had to stop.
They stayed up almost all night, talking and giggling, and then got up just in time for
lunch. They grilled out one night, wearing bathing suits and leis, then had a strictly
desserts night, and the last night they had an international foods night, with a dish from
every country they could remember. Then Sunday afternoon came, and Marissa had to
go home.
"Call me if you ever need anything. I'll be there as fast as my wheels'll carry me.
And if you need to escape from home, just come over whenever. No need to call, just
bring a toothbrush and you're set."
"OK," Marissa said, hugging Summer.
"I love you Coop."
"I love you too, Sums!"
They broke apart from their hug when they heard the honking of a horn.
"Hey Pumpkin," Jimmy called, stepping out from his car.
"Daddy," she said, giving him a big hug.
"Hi Summer," he greeted.
"Hi Mr. Cooper."
"So how was your trip?" he asked, turning to Marissa.
"Good, daddy, very fun."
"I bet you are ready to get home, since you've been away from home for so long.
Let me get your bags."
Summer gave Marissa one last hug and then Marissa headed to the car.
"CALL ME!" Summer mouthed and then Marissa drove off. Leaving her alone.
Summer walked into the empty house.
Seth Cohen sat in front of his computer, checking his e mail.
"Hey man," Ryan said entering his room.
"Hey," Seth greeted.
"So guess who just got home?"
"Hmmmm..the Pope?"
"No!"
"Gandhi?"
"No!"
"Oh my gosh! Sid Vicious is alive. The Sex Pistols are alive and well!"
"It's Marissa."
"Dang...you got my hopes all up. You got me all excited for nothing."
"Do you think that I should go over there and talk to her?""
"Well it depends on what you said...or did...to her when we dropped her off
and you asked her to talk to you alone."
"We just went outside. And I told her I was very sorry about Luke and all and
that I knew it was soon but would she like to hang out sometime or something."
"Very definite plans, I see. And...?"
"She agreed that it was very soon, but maybe, later on."
"So you think three days is sufficient time?"
"I just wanna talk to her."
"Sound good man. Give her my greetings."
"Do you want me to ask her about Summer?"
"No," Seth snapped, "I thought we agreed that Summer would be a never topic."
"Actually, you just told me that she would be a never topic. We never agreed on
anything. What happened? I mean, all I could get from you was that you two just
'couldn't work it out'."
"We couldn't."
"Work what out??"
"Fine! She was dared by her friends to act like she liked me and then she was
going to dump me. Now that you know, are you happy? Go and see Marissa."
"Man, I'm sorry...I was just.."
"It's fine. OK really. I am totally over her and I am sure that she was over me
before it even started."
"Well, I am gonna go now...bye," Ryan said exiting.
Seth said contemplating the truth of his previous statement. Was he really over
Summer? And was there actually anything of any substance to get over?
*OK, tomorrow they go to school! Yay! Did y'all hear that The O.C. moved to
Wednesdays at nine! Isn't that great! Now we can take one extra day off of that
hellish hiatus! So please review and I'll keep em coming!*
