Summer Roberts Sets the Record Straight
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Rating: G. No sexual references or foul language here, kiddies.
Summary: The title sums it up. Summer Roberts sets the record straight, once and for all!
A/N: One shot-- just a little treat while I work on my other story. Read and review!!
Her head held high, she walks past them. The bland, uninteresting people, otherwise known as her former friends. She's serious, though. Even she's not sure how she put up with them for all of those years. They're so boring and dull; is it entirely possible that she used to be like that? With all of their mansions and their money and their makeup, you'd think they'd be bred for personality, too. The sad thing is, they're not.
And another thing?
She's through with their petty remarks and gossiping lives.
Did you see what she was wearing?
I heard Kendyl's mom got Botox injections--again.
Greg's party bombed, so Meagan's better be worthwhile…but we'll be too drunk to notice.
And to think she used to be caught up in this impossibly meaningless world.
She knows that they talk. What they don't know is that she doesn't care. She's not looking back.
She's dating him?
Do you know how many Juicy shirts she owns?
It's ridiculous, the way her father gives her anything she wants.
It's not like he's ever there. I bet he abandoned her. Just like her mother did.
Yes, she's dating him. They still ask her, seemingly perplexed that such a mismatched pair could've been matched up.
If they ever bothered to ask, instead of assuming things, they'd learn that her cousin Pam works for Juicy Couture, and frequently gets free clothes for her.
She's not even going to touch the spoiled subject. Most of them are just as, if not more, cosseted as she. They've all got it: Daddy's plastic, showy cars, and fully stocked closets. It's a cause not worth fighting for. She hates to admit it, but that is one part of her past that she intends to stay connected to. If not the people, then the traditions.
She knows that her father's not around much. But talking on the phone every night and having that tight bond of father and daughter make up for all of those lonesome nights spent curled up on the couch. Her mother didn't abandon her. She's pounded that into her brain for many years, and isn't about to stop. Her mother just wasn't cut out for a life with her and her father. But the real truth about her father is, he's not going anywhere. Not without the number one girl in his life.
She smiles, her work is done. Blown gently, the wood shavings float off of the table and assimilate into the pollen-filled air.
If they couldn't believe it before, they'll have to look no further than lunchtime.
S.R. + S.C. = True Love.
She's not about to proclaim her love for her father. Oh, no, there is no need for that. They can think what they want.
She only loves her father for his money.
That's private family business, the kind kept behind closed doors. No matter what she says about her father, they won't ever know if she's telling the truth. Why even bother?
But about this, she's more than happy to set the record straight.
She'll shout it from the rooftops.
She'll sing it in the street.
She'll write a book and publish it.
Just so they know:
Summer Roberts loves Seth Cohen.