Moving On: Chapter 2: Money Won't Buy Acceptance
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC or any of the companies mentioned.
A/N: Everyone who reviewed, thank you so much! You kick major J.Lo booty! I know the title of this chapter is sort of confusing, but it's all I could think of. A lot of Summer/Marissa bonding in the chapter. And, sorry, Anna and Seth haven't arrived yet, but they'll be here next chapter in all their graphic-novel glory!
Summer walked down the street, already with two full shopping bags. She loved the shopping in L.A. There were little boutiques, brand name stores and designer shops. A huge chunk of her paycheck was spent on jeans, tops, skirts, dresses, shoes, lingerie, and sometimes tons of cosmetics. Shopping could easily be her most entertaining activity, which made her realize how dull her life really was.
Summer had not only shopped, but also gotten her nails done, her eyebrows waxed, and her hair trimmed. Still, she felt as if there was a knot in her stomach nothing could untie. She'd spent about $150.00 on a Noelle dress, almost $300.00 on Blue Cult denim, and about $100.00 on C&C California shirts, plus $100.00 on a black cargo mini-skirt for Marissa. Yet, she still had a good amount of money left. She loved her job. Actually, she loved her paycheck, and if she ever ran out, Daddy was always there to fall back on. You could take the girl out of Newport but not the Newport out of the girl.
She walked quickly to her apartment building. It was time to continue the routine.
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"Coop! You won't believe what I got!" Summer said excitedly as she set her bags down on the couch.
"Hm...It's a Saturday afternoon, and you've been shopping. I'm guessing around the $550.00 range?" Marissa teased as she sat down next to the bags.
Summer sighed and sat on the lounge chair near the couch. "Close! I got an extra $100.00 skirt for you!"
Marissa's eyes widened, seeing how overpriced the item was. "Sum! How are you supposed to support yourself while you pay so much money on clothes! There's food, rent, electricity, cable, running water! You have to pay for all of that, not even mentioning spa visits and other unnecessary things you get anyway!" She said, starting a tirade.
Summer just rolled her eyes. "Chill, Granny! Now do you want the skirt or not? Because if you don't I'll gladly have it!" she stated, knowing that she could never fit in Marissa's size.
Marissa pretended to be thinking about it. "Well, you already bought it..." she sighed.
Summer took the skirt out of the bag and threw it at her head. "Love ya!" she said with a big, cheesy smile.
"Cute, thanks," Marissa replied.
"So where's Ryan? Should you guys be, like, playing golf or at bingo tournaments?" Summer asked with classic snark.
"We're not eighty!" Marissa yelped, clearly missing the joke.
"You sure act like it," Summer snapped. She couldn't help it. Sometimes Marissa really pissed her off. There was only an amount of time you could spend with someone like Marissa, and sixteen years were a little too much.
"He's at the airport," Marissa answered finally.
Summer raised her left eyebrow questioningly. "Who's coming?"
Marissa took a deep breath. How could she say it while being honest? Was she just supposed to blurt "Oh yeah, Seth and Anna are getting married. Yeah, he probably still loves you and all, but hey, time to grow up! Can't wait around forever!" and think Summer would be cool with it? No. She knew Summer wouldn't be cool with it. "Um, Seth, he's gonna move here and..." she trailed off, afraid to say the next part.
Summer jumped up and grabbed her shopping bags. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I remember! Yeah, so are we gonna like, go out tonight?" Her smile was huge, and it was obvious she thought of getting back together with Seth. A pang of sympathy stung Marissa's heart.
"Sure, but there's more..." she tried to start.
"Well, you can tell me later, at dinner. How about 'Lagrima'? I could go for some fettuccini alfredo! They have that there right?" she suggested, as she started to leave the apartment.
"Sure, I'll see you at 7:00," Marissa agreed, defeated.
"Great! I hope Seth is over with the whole 'No-Restaurants-With-Names-I- Don't-Understand' thing. It's time to move on!" Summer said with a slam of the door.
"A little late," Marissa sighed.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC or any of the companies mentioned.
A/N: Everyone who reviewed, thank you so much! You kick major J.Lo booty! I know the title of this chapter is sort of confusing, but it's all I could think of. A lot of Summer/Marissa bonding in the chapter. And, sorry, Anna and Seth haven't arrived yet, but they'll be here next chapter in all their graphic-novel glory!
Summer walked down the street, already with two full shopping bags. She loved the shopping in L.A. There were little boutiques, brand name stores and designer shops. A huge chunk of her paycheck was spent on jeans, tops, skirts, dresses, shoes, lingerie, and sometimes tons of cosmetics. Shopping could easily be her most entertaining activity, which made her realize how dull her life really was.
Summer had not only shopped, but also gotten her nails done, her eyebrows waxed, and her hair trimmed. Still, she felt as if there was a knot in her stomach nothing could untie. She'd spent about $150.00 on a Noelle dress, almost $300.00 on Blue Cult denim, and about $100.00 on C&C California shirts, plus $100.00 on a black cargo mini-skirt for Marissa. Yet, she still had a good amount of money left. She loved her job. Actually, she loved her paycheck, and if she ever ran out, Daddy was always there to fall back on. You could take the girl out of Newport but not the Newport out of the girl.
She walked quickly to her apartment building. It was time to continue the routine.
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"Coop! You won't believe what I got!" Summer said excitedly as she set her bags down on the couch.
"Hm...It's a Saturday afternoon, and you've been shopping. I'm guessing around the $550.00 range?" Marissa teased as she sat down next to the bags.
Summer sighed and sat on the lounge chair near the couch. "Close! I got an extra $100.00 skirt for you!"
Marissa's eyes widened, seeing how overpriced the item was. "Sum! How are you supposed to support yourself while you pay so much money on clothes! There's food, rent, electricity, cable, running water! You have to pay for all of that, not even mentioning spa visits and other unnecessary things you get anyway!" She said, starting a tirade.
Summer just rolled her eyes. "Chill, Granny! Now do you want the skirt or not? Because if you don't I'll gladly have it!" she stated, knowing that she could never fit in Marissa's size.
Marissa pretended to be thinking about it. "Well, you already bought it..." she sighed.
Summer took the skirt out of the bag and threw it at her head. "Love ya!" she said with a big, cheesy smile.
"Cute, thanks," Marissa replied.
"So where's Ryan? Should you guys be, like, playing golf or at bingo tournaments?" Summer asked with classic snark.
"We're not eighty!" Marissa yelped, clearly missing the joke.
"You sure act like it," Summer snapped. She couldn't help it. Sometimes Marissa really pissed her off. There was only an amount of time you could spend with someone like Marissa, and sixteen years were a little too much.
"He's at the airport," Marissa answered finally.
Summer raised her left eyebrow questioningly. "Who's coming?"
Marissa took a deep breath. How could she say it while being honest? Was she just supposed to blurt "Oh yeah, Seth and Anna are getting married. Yeah, he probably still loves you and all, but hey, time to grow up! Can't wait around forever!" and think Summer would be cool with it? No. She knew Summer wouldn't be cool with it. "Um, Seth, he's gonna move here and..." she trailed off, afraid to say the next part.
Summer jumped up and grabbed her shopping bags. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I remember! Yeah, so are we gonna like, go out tonight?" Her smile was huge, and it was obvious she thought of getting back together with Seth. A pang of sympathy stung Marissa's heart.
"Sure, but there's more..." she tried to start.
"Well, you can tell me later, at dinner. How about 'Lagrima'? I could go for some fettuccini alfredo! They have that there right?" she suggested, as she started to leave the apartment.
"Sure, I'll see you at 7:00," Marissa agreed, defeated.
"Great! I hope Seth is over with the whole 'No-Restaurants-With-Names-I- Don't-Understand' thing. It's time to move on!" Summer said with a slam of the door.
"A little late," Marissa sighed.