Moving On
A/N: I've been thinking about this fic for a really long time. It's just a fun fic, nothing with angst. I know there are 2 fics out there (One by RockinTheOC and Ancient History by duaduadiddy) that have a lot in common with mine, and I am truly and honestly not trying to rip them off. But if it turns out I am, I'm really sorry, and hey, I just gave you your credit! =) A few facts to get you up to date: Summer is a fashion writer for Teen People, Seth writes scripts, Marissa is a secretary, and Ryan is a teacher. Ryan and Marissa have moved in together (Just because it makes it easier for me not to have to keep them apart!) and they live in L.A. in the same apartment building as Summer. Seth lives in New York with Anna. Seth and Summer were together in high school, but they moved on and Seth bumped into Anna and they became a couple, and Summer doesn't know that. Also, this takes place in 2004, because I don't really know what everything will be like when the characters would be 25! So there, I hope you like it, and sorry the ending of this chapter is sorta crappy, it was the only way I could get it out.
Summer sighed and clicked the "Send" button. Finally, she could go home for the weekend. She'd just sent her article on "Young Hollywood Stars' Style" to her editor. Basically the thing was writing about the fashion of Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, two teenybopper queens she was honestly sick of. Did she care if they had a feud over Aaron Carter? No. Did the fact that she was 25 and knew that slightly bother her? Yes.
She quickly shut down her computer and grabbed her things. She scurried out of the building as quickly as possible. Work had been taking over Summer's life, and she barely had any free time. That was why she hadn't had a steady boyfriend for about 2 years. At least, that's what she told herself. But the reality of it was that she drenched herself in work to avoid the dating world, because she knew that there was no guy like him.
She drove up to her apartment building and went to the third floor, down the hall, to the left. She banged on the door. "Let me in! I know you're there!" she shouted, feeling slightly embarrassed and hoping that nobody around could hear her.
Ryan opened the door. "You have a key," he said, not amused.
"I lost it!" Summer exclaimed, walking into the apartment and zooming past him.
"Where's Marissa?" she asked with a pout, "I've been having a really bad week,"
"It's 4:00. You know she doesn't get off until 5:00," Ryan said as he sat back down on the couch.
"Ah, the life of a secretary must be so great," she said, sitting down next to him.
"Wanna talk about whatever's going on?" Ryan suggested.
Summer shook her head. "Coop would probably understand better. I think I'm getting my period, you know?" she asked.
Ryan smiled. "No, not yet. But the thing I realized, you still call her 'Coop' and we're not even in high school any more," he joked.
"Yeah, well, I can act like I still am, and it still feels like we are sometimes. I mean, you and Coop going out on dates, like, every Friday!" she told him, leaning back and picking up the remote.
"I've noticed," Ryan said sarcastically, "So...Seth is coming next week. His script got picked up, I think he might move here,"
"Mm-Hm..." Summer said with a nod, still flipping through the channels.
"Um, there's something you don't know. See," Ryan began, but was cut off but Summer.
"Hush! Oprah's on!" Summer yelped, trying to ignore him.
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"So, you sure you'll be OK?" Marissa asked as she got her coat and escorted Summer out of the door with Ryan.
"Yeah! There's a Chappelle's Show marathon on and I've got Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. No, no, I have carrots and green beans. Eating healthy," Summer said with a smile.
"Want us to bring you back anything?" Ryan asked.
Summer shrugged. "Um, a baked potato...who am I kidding? A slice of cheesecake!"
Summer walked to the right and opened the door to her apartment. It was big, had a decent sized bathroom, a pretty big bedroom, and the living room and kitchen were basically one room. It made her think of the apartment on Friends, which was what she was going for. She laid down on the couch and turned on the TV. Another Friday night alone.
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"So, have you told her about Seth?" Marissa asked Ryan.
"No, but yes. She doesn't know about Anna," Ryan explained in between bites.
"We have to tell her, they've been together for 2 years and..." she trailed off.
"He'll probably propose, I know. But who's to say she'll still have feelings for him, let alone even be upset?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
"Ever realized why she still doesn't have a boyfriend?" she sighed.
Ryan shook his head. "Because she's still waiting for Seth," she answered.
A/N: I've been thinking about this fic for a really long time. It's just a fun fic, nothing with angst. I know there are 2 fics out there (One by RockinTheOC and Ancient History by duaduadiddy) that have a lot in common with mine, and I am truly and honestly not trying to rip them off. But if it turns out I am, I'm really sorry, and hey, I just gave you your credit! =) A few facts to get you up to date: Summer is a fashion writer for Teen People, Seth writes scripts, Marissa is a secretary, and Ryan is a teacher. Ryan and Marissa have moved in together (Just because it makes it easier for me not to have to keep them apart!) and they live in L.A. in the same apartment building as Summer. Seth lives in New York with Anna. Seth and Summer were together in high school, but they moved on and Seth bumped into Anna and they became a couple, and Summer doesn't know that. Also, this takes place in 2004, because I don't really know what everything will be like when the characters would be 25! So there, I hope you like it, and sorry the ending of this chapter is sorta crappy, it was the only way I could get it out.
Summer sighed and clicked the "Send" button. Finally, she could go home for the weekend. She'd just sent her article on "Young Hollywood Stars' Style" to her editor. Basically the thing was writing about the fashion of Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, two teenybopper queens she was honestly sick of. Did she care if they had a feud over Aaron Carter? No. Did the fact that she was 25 and knew that slightly bother her? Yes.
She quickly shut down her computer and grabbed her things. She scurried out of the building as quickly as possible. Work had been taking over Summer's life, and she barely had any free time. That was why she hadn't had a steady boyfriend for about 2 years. At least, that's what she told herself. But the reality of it was that she drenched herself in work to avoid the dating world, because she knew that there was no guy like him.
She drove up to her apartment building and went to the third floor, down the hall, to the left. She banged on the door. "Let me in! I know you're there!" she shouted, feeling slightly embarrassed and hoping that nobody around could hear her.
Ryan opened the door. "You have a key," he said, not amused.
"I lost it!" Summer exclaimed, walking into the apartment and zooming past him.
"Where's Marissa?" she asked with a pout, "I've been having a really bad week,"
"It's 4:00. You know she doesn't get off until 5:00," Ryan said as he sat back down on the couch.
"Ah, the life of a secretary must be so great," she said, sitting down next to him.
"Wanna talk about whatever's going on?" Ryan suggested.
Summer shook her head. "Coop would probably understand better. I think I'm getting my period, you know?" she asked.
Ryan smiled. "No, not yet. But the thing I realized, you still call her 'Coop' and we're not even in high school any more," he joked.
"Yeah, well, I can act like I still am, and it still feels like we are sometimes. I mean, you and Coop going out on dates, like, every Friday!" she told him, leaning back and picking up the remote.
"I've noticed," Ryan said sarcastically, "So...Seth is coming next week. His script got picked up, I think he might move here,"
"Mm-Hm..." Summer said with a nod, still flipping through the channels.
"Um, there's something you don't know. See," Ryan began, but was cut off but Summer.
"Hush! Oprah's on!" Summer yelped, trying to ignore him.
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"So, you sure you'll be OK?" Marissa asked as she got her coat and escorted Summer out of the door with Ryan.
"Yeah! There's a Chappelle's Show marathon on and I've got Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. No, no, I have carrots and green beans. Eating healthy," Summer said with a smile.
"Want us to bring you back anything?" Ryan asked.
Summer shrugged. "Um, a baked potato...who am I kidding? A slice of cheesecake!"
Summer walked to the right and opened the door to her apartment. It was big, had a decent sized bathroom, a pretty big bedroom, and the living room and kitchen were basically one room. It made her think of the apartment on Friends, which was what she was going for. She laid down on the couch and turned on the TV. Another Friday night alone.
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"So, have you told her about Seth?" Marissa asked Ryan.
"No, but yes. She doesn't know about Anna," Ryan explained in between bites.
"We have to tell her, they've been together for 2 years and..." she trailed off.
"He'll probably propose, I know. But who's to say she'll still have feelings for him, let alone even be upset?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
"Ever realized why she still doesn't have a boyfriend?" she sighed.
Ryan shook his head. "Because she's still waiting for Seth," she answered.