Chapter Five: Some things are left unsaid
A/N: Okay, so I'm writing this before the other one has even been posted. Still, I had fun writing this one! Hope you like it!
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On the next Saturday morning, Ryan was standing outside the Barney's store on Madison, tapping his foot. Summer had insisted on going shopping together for the clothes for the engagement dinner. Not the wedding though. According to Summer, different things would be in style by June, and she wouldn't be caught dead in something last season. If anything, her job as fashion editor at Vogue had seemed to make her shopping addiction worse. However, she was 3 minutes late. Typical Summer, he sighed. Right at that moment she came into view, looking ready to shop as ever.
"Hey, don't you live near here? If I recall, I'm the one who lives across town, not you." He said with a slight smile.
"Oh shut up!" Summer exclaimed "Let's shop!"
The two walked into the men's store first, attempting to find Ryan a tux. Summer was against the standard black and white, so after many, many, debates on which was the best one, they finally decided on a black Armani tux with a sea green shirt, which supposedly matched Summer's dress.
"Don't I get to see it?" Ryan whined, wanting to see her in a gorgeous gown.
"Not until the party!" She whispered, a devious grin on her face. She had ordered it already, a killer Dior that made her look amazing. She knew it was mean, but she hoped that Marissa had gained weight in the years, and would be green with envy looking at Summer. She doubted it though.
One thing Summer couldn't order yet, however, were shoes. So after buying the tux and shirt(and bow-tie, of course) for Ryan, she pulled him over into the Women's store, and then to the Designer Shoe store.
Ryan was thinking to himself. *I can't believe I have to look at women's shoes* he exclaimed to himself. Summer had tried on about 6 different pairs, and he couldn't tell the difference. They all had tiny heels, were about 3 inches high, and cost over $900. She finally decided on the green Manolos, whatever that meant.
3 hours later, they walked out of the store, successful.
"You get why I love shopping?" Summer asked him, curious.
"Not really." Ryan said "It's so tiring! And that was just for the engagement dinner! What are you going to make me do for the wedding?" He feinged a look of horror.
"You don't want to know." Summer said. And he left it like that.
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The two walked and walked and walked, just talking. Finally, they reached Summer's apartment after lots of blocks. The doorman pulled the door open, and after thanking him, it was Ryan's turn to gawk.
His apartment was beautiful, and old, and one that most Manhattan-ers would understand the value of and kill for, but this...this was incredible. The walls and ceiling were all pale pink and white marble, trimmed in what he could only think of as gold. Either Summer's trust fund had been way huge, or she pulled in a ton at Vogue.
They rode up the elevator to her floor. Surprise, surprise, she lived in the penthouse. It was a nice apartment, very modern. Very Summer. He looked around the main room and realized something-he had yet to call Kirsten back.
They decided to call separately, and not let them know that they were going together. Their plan would work better that way. Ryan took out his cell phone (caller id) and punched in the number he had called so many times before.
"Hello, Cohen house." A distinctly familiar voice was on the other end, and it wasn't Sandy or Kirsten. Ryan fought the urge to click the phone shut, but he knew he would have to do this eventually.
"Hi, Seth. Is Kirsten around?" Ryan spoke tentitavely, unsure of what would happen next.
"Ryan, old buddy! Is that the way to treat you're brother? Come on, we haven't spoken for three years! And to come on, you can't hate us that much if you're coming to the wedding!" Seth sounded excited, which was truly annoying the crap out of Ryan.
"Seth, the fact that I am going to the wedding doesn't mean I'm over all this. I probably won't be for a long time. And honestly, I don't really feel like speaking to you at the moment. At all. So please, just put your- our-mom on." Ryan sounded calm, really calm. He heard Seth sigh on the other end.
"Sure, I'll put her on...hold on a sec." Ryan heard the click of the phone being transferred, and then Kirsten came onto the line.
"Ryan, Hi! How are you! Thanks for saying you'd come, it means a lot to Sandy and I. If you want to stay in a hotel, we understand completely. We do need to know just for seating purposes, are you bringing anyone?"
Ryan glanced over at Summer, currently sitting on her large leather couch and flicking channels on the TV. "Yes, I am. Don't bother with an extra seat though, it'll do. And I think I will stay in a hotel, nothing against you and Sandy, but it might be kind of weird..." He was cut off.
"Yes, of course I understand! I can't wait to see you! It's been so long...I love you! Bye!" With that, Kirsten hung up. Ryan clicked his phone shut, and saw Summer staring up at him.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Less than perfect." He replied, plopping down onto the couch with her "Seth answered. He was acting all buddy-buddy."
He knew that she understood. "Well, I'm not sure that its necessary I call her, she knows I'm coming already. I don't really know why they invited me. I haven't really spoken to them in years. Oh well...what's past is past. Lets just make sure it isn't so horrible." With that, she turned off the TV. The two sat in comfortable silence. After about half an hour passed, Ryan got up.
"I'd better go," he started "I have a long week ahead of me. See you on Thursday." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and then left the apartment.
Summer sat there, rubbing her cheek, not sure of what to expect.
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Note: I tried making this one a bit longer! I hope it worked...not sure of what the next chapter will be, who knows? Again, I go back to school tomorrow, so I might not update as much. Review (!
A/N: Okay, so I'm writing this before the other one has even been posted. Still, I had fun writing this one! Hope you like it!
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On the next Saturday morning, Ryan was standing outside the Barney's store on Madison, tapping his foot. Summer had insisted on going shopping together for the clothes for the engagement dinner. Not the wedding though. According to Summer, different things would be in style by June, and she wouldn't be caught dead in something last season. If anything, her job as fashion editor at Vogue had seemed to make her shopping addiction worse. However, she was 3 minutes late. Typical Summer, he sighed. Right at that moment she came into view, looking ready to shop as ever.
"Hey, don't you live near here? If I recall, I'm the one who lives across town, not you." He said with a slight smile.
"Oh shut up!" Summer exclaimed "Let's shop!"
The two walked into the men's store first, attempting to find Ryan a tux. Summer was against the standard black and white, so after many, many, debates on which was the best one, they finally decided on a black Armani tux with a sea green shirt, which supposedly matched Summer's dress.
"Don't I get to see it?" Ryan whined, wanting to see her in a gorgeous gown.
"Not until the party!" She whispered, a devious grin on her face. She had ordered it already, a killer Dior that made her look amazing. She knew it was mean, but she hoped that Marissa had gained weight in the years, and would be green with envy looking at Summer. She doubted it though.
One thing Summer couldn't order yet, however, were shoes. So after buying the tux and shirt(and bow-tie, of course) for Ryan, she pulled him over into the Women's store, and then to the Designer Shoe store.
Ryan was thinking to himself. *I can't believe I have to look at women's shoes* he exclaimed to himself. Summer had tried on about 6 different pairs, and he couldn't tell the difference. They all had tiny heels, were about 3 inches high, and cost over $900. She finally decided on the green Manolos, whatever that meant.
3 hours later, they walked out of the store, successful.
"You get why I love shopping?" Summer asked him, curious.
"Not really." Ryan said "It's so tiring! And that was just for the engagement dinner! What are you going to make me do for the wedding?" He feinged a look of horror.
"You don't want to know." Summer said. And he left it like that.
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The two walked and walked and walked, just talking. Finally, they reached Summer's apartment after lots of blocks. The doorman pulled the door open, and after thanking him, it was Ryan's turn to gawk.
His apartment was beautiful, and old, and one that most Manhattan-ers would understand the value of and kill for, but this...this was incredible. The walls and ceiling were all pale pink and white marble, trimmed in what he could only think of as gold. Either Summer's trust fund had been way huge, or she pulled in a ton at Vogue.
They rode up the elevator to her floor. Surprise, surprise, she lived in the penthouse. It was a nice apartment, very modern. Very Summer. He looked around the main room and realized something-he had yet to call Kirsten back.
They decided to call separately, and not let them know that they were going together. Their plan would work better that way. Ryan took out his cell phone (caller id) and punched in the number he had called so many times before.
"Hello, Cohen house." A distinctly familiar voice was on the other end, and it wasn't Sandy or Kirsten. Ryan fought the urge to click the phone shut, but he knew he would have to do this eventually.
"Hi, Seth. Is Kirsten around?" Ryan spoke tentitavely, unsure of what would happen next.
"Ryan, old buddy! Is that the way to treat you're brother? Come on, we haven't spoken for three years! And to come on, you can't hate us that much if you're coming to the wedding!" Seth sounded excited, which was truly annoying the crap out of Ryan.
"Seth, the fact that I am going to the wedding doesn't mean I'm over all this. I probably won't be for a long time. And honestly, I don't really feel like speaking to you at the moment. At all. So please, just put your- our-mom on." Ryan sounded calm, really calm. He heard Seth sigh on the other end.
"Sure, I'll put her on...hold on a sec." Ryan heard the click of the phone being transferred, and then Kirsten came onto the line.
"Ryan, Hi! How are you! Thanks for saying you'd come, it means a lot to Sandy and I. If you want to stay in a hotel, we understand completely. We do need to know just for seating purposes, are you bringing anyone?"
Ryan glanced over at Summer, currently sitting on her large leather couch and flicking channels on the TV. "Yes, I am. Don't bother with an extra seat though, it'll do. And I think I will stay in a hotel, nothing against you and Sandy, but it might be kind of weird..." He was cut off.
"Yes, of course I understand! I can't wait to see you! It's been so long...I love you! Bye!" With that, Kirsten hung up. Ryan clicked his phone shut, and saw Summer staring up at him.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Less than perfect." He replied, plopping down onto the couch with her "Seth answered. He was acting all buddy-buddy."
He knew that she understood. "Well, I'm not sure that its necessary I call her, she knows I'm coming already. I don't really know why they invited me. I haven't really spoken to them in years. Oh well...what's past is past. Lets just make sure it isn't so horrible." With that, she turned off the TV. The two sat in comfortable silence. After about half an hour passed, Ryan got up.
"I'd better go," he started "I have a long week ahead of me. See you on Thursday." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and then left the apartment.
Summer sat there, rubbing her cheek, not sure of what to expect.
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Note: I tried making this one a bit longer! I hope it worked...not sure of what the next chapter will be, who knows? Again, I go back to school tomorrow, so I might not update as much. Review (!