*OK, next chapter, thanks for all the reviews! The first part is just a
little bit of thoughts
going on in Seth's head. A little fluffy, but let me tell you, it all goes down the fluffy hill
from here.*
"Good job," Marissa said when Summer hung up the phone.
"Shut up! You are the one who made me do it."
"Well, if I didn't make you, you would never do it. I love you girl, but you are
the most stubborn person in the world."
"I'm very flexible!" Summer protested.
Marissa looked at her skeptically.
"I'm very flexible..if everything goes my way."
"Yeah, yeah girl. I have to be getting home. My dad wanted me home for
dinner."
"OK, girl. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll come over around four for an outfit decision making meeting?"
"Oh of course. And I promise to be very flexible with your outfit."
Marissa laughed and exited the room.
Seth watched the waves crash on his boat. Sailing gave him a place of solitude.
Great for thinking. Unless you really wanted to stop thinking about the only thing..or
person actually..that you have been thinking about for days. He wanted to hate
Summer, he really did. But damnit if his heart had another idea in its little hearty brain.
He actually hated himself more than he hated Summer. He hated himself for getting his
hopes us, talking to Holly in the first place, and most importantly, for not being able to
stop loving Summer, even after all of this shit.
When Seth got back to his room, he saw Ryan sitting at his computer/
"Hey," Seth said, "Whatcha doing?"
"Looking up some stuff for Art...we have to bring in sample pictures from out
favorite Impressionism artists. I don't have a favorite artist, much less a favorite
Impressionism artist."
"Man, that Dubois woman is really crazy. IN seventh grade, when Art was
mandatory, we found her locked in the paint closet. Draw your own conclusions."
"OK," Ryan said laughing, "She is a tad eccentric, but Art is fun. It is actually
kind of enjoyable."
"Yeah, nothing better than paint fumes in the morning."
"Oh...before I forget, when I just got in here, the phone was ringing and I just let
your machine pick up."
"Thanks," Seth said, heading over to the machine, "I bet its someone inviting me
to a party!" he exclaimed sarcastically.
Ryan chuckled at the actual truth of this situation while Seth played the message.
He watched Seth's face as he heard Summer's voice fill the room. At the end of the
message, Seth sat staring at the machine.
"So," Ryan said, breaking the silence, "You gonna go?"
"Maybe," Seth said noncommittally.
"You should...I'm going with Marissa. I am sure that she could give you a ride
too."
"I wouldn't want to interfere with your hot date."
"OK...but you should really consider going. You might enjoy it."
"I doubt it, but I'll think about it."
"Well, I've got to go get ready for work. I'm working the seven- thirty to eleven
shift. I won't be home till about twelve."
"You want me to come and pick you up?"
"No, I'll take my bike. I'll see you later."
"OK, buddy. See ya," Seth said, shutting down the computer once Ryan got up.
Once Ryan left the room and went down the stairs, Seth listened to the message
twice more and then removed the tape and stashed in at the back of his sock drawer.
going on in Seth's head. A little fluffy, but let me tell you, it all goes down the fluffy hill
from here.*
"Good job," Marissa said when Summer hung up the phone.
"Shut up! You are the one who made me do it."
"Well, if I didn't make you, you would never do it. I love you girl, but you are
the most stubborn person in the world."
"I'm very flexible!" Summer protested.
Marissa looked at her skeptically.
"I'm very flexible..if everything goes my way."
"Yeah, yeah girl. I have to be getting home. My dad wanted me home for
dinner."
"OK, girl. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll come over around four for an outfit decision making meeting?"
"Oh of course. And I promise to be very flexible with your outfit."
Marissa laughed and exited the room.
Seth watched the waves crash on his boat. Sailing gave him a place of solitude.
Great for thinking. Unless you really wanted to stop thinking about the only thing..or
person actually..that you have been thinking about for days. He wanted to hate
Summer, he really did. But damnit if his heart had another idea in its little hearty brain.
He actually hated himself more than he hated Summer. He hated himself for getting his
hopes us, talking to Holly in the first place, and most importantly, for not being able to
stop loving Summer, even after all of this shit.
When Seth got back to his room, he saw Ryan sitting at his computer/
"Hey," Seth said, "Whatcha doing?"
"Looking up some stuff for Art...we have to bring in sample pictures from out
favorite Impressionism artists. I don't have a favorite artist, much less a favorite
Impressionism artist."
"Man, that Dubois woman is really crazy. IN seventh grade, when Art was
mandatory, we found her locked in the paint closet. Draw your own conclusions."
"OK," Ryan said laughing, "She is a tad eccentric, but Art is fun. It is actually
kind of enjoyable."
"Yeah, nothing better than paint fumes in the morning."
"Oh...before I forget, when I just got in here, the phone was ringing and I just let
your machine pick up."
"Thanks," Seth said, heading over to the machine, "I bet its someone inviting me
to a party!" he exclaimed sarcastically.
Ryan chuckled at the actual truth of this situation while Seth played the message.
He watched Seth's face as he heard Summer's voice fill the room. At the end of the
message, Seth sat staring at the machine.
"So," Ryan said, breaking the silence, "You gonna go?"
"Maybe," Seth said noncommittally.
"You should...I'm going with Marissa. I am sure that she could give you a ride
too."
"I wouldn't want to interfere with your hot date."
"OK...but you should really consider going. You might enjoy it."
"I doubt it, but I'll think about it."
"Well, I've got to go get ready for work. I'm working the seven- thirty to eleven
shift. I won't be home till about twelve."
"You want me to come and pick you up?"
"No, I'll take my bike. I'll see you later."
"OK, buddy. See ya," Seth said, shutting down the computer once Ryan got up.
Once Ryan left the room and went down the stairs, Seth listened to the message
twice more and then removed the tape and stashed in at the back of his sock drawer.
