Moving On: Chapter 4: The Denial
A/N: I'm not trying to portray Teen People or People as bad magazines at all, and to admit they're some of my favorites. Teen People was just the magazine that came to mind. Nothing against 'em.
"So it wasn't really a traditional proposal. We just got together and decided it was time. The next day we went out and got a ring!" Anna explained.
"That's so sweet!" Marissa yelped.
Summer disagreed. It didn't sound like sheer love, but more like a business deal. She let out a sigh in response.
"You guys look great together," Ryan noted, unintentionally hurting Summer.
Summer glanced at Marissa and mouthed "Bathroom". Marissa nodded and let out a deep breath, knowing what she had to do for her friend.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Summer?" Marissa offered.
Summer smiled and got out of her seat. The two headed to the bathroom together.
"Is anyone in here?" Summer called out as she entered the bathroom, "No? Good,"
"What am I gonna do? I feel so...ugh! Oh my God, Coop, why didn't I see this coming? I mean, Anna fucking Stern. Ya know why this pisses me off so much? Because she's so fucking hard to hate. Like I can't hate her. She's so sweet! She's so witty. And she's so independent. In high school, OK, if you tell anyone I will get so pissed, but in high school I used to want to be like her. Just on some days, like before she moved. Can you believe that? Ugh. The little whore!" Summer ranted as she paced back and forth.
"I know, but can you try to be sort of happy for them?" Marissa asked.
"I am happy for them! I mean, why wouldn't I be?" Summer questioned cleverly.
"Then why would you want to hate Anna?" Marissa shot back. She knew Summer would never admit to still loving Seth. It took a lot for her to admit she even loved him at one point. She wasn't the type of person who let people in very often.
Summer looked in the mirror, took out a lip-gloss from her purse, and began reapplying it. "I don't know. Forget it," she sighed.
Shortly after someone opened the door. "Don't come in!" Summer shouted at the woman. The woman shrugged and turned away.
"Sum! It's a public bathroom!" Marissa exclaimed.
Summer sank down to the floor. "It wasn't supposed to be this way," Summer whispered to herself.
Marissa crouched down next to Summer. "It's OK. Just move on. There are so many guys out there. One of them would be lucky to have you," she comforted.
"I feel like such a brat. I'm still in high school, aren't I?" Summer asked.
Marissa flashed a warm smile. "No. You're Summer Roberts: Fashion Journalist!"
Summer rolled her eyes. "For Teen People, Coop. It's not such a great deal for a twenty-six-year-old, I didn't even want the job. I mean, I major in English and all of a sudden..." she said.
"What's that? Is that a phone ringing? I think some TV shows are calling! Maybe a few celebrities!" Marissa said with a giggle.
Summer smiled and got up. "Thanks, I doubt I'll ever become a stylist. It's like, a lot of work, let's go back now," Summer decided.
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Summer woke up by the unpleasant beeping of her alarm clock. Mondays were the worst. She dragged herself to her bathroom and hopped in the shower.
Summer came out of the bathroom. The phone was ringing. She left a trail of water from the bathroom to the living room. "Hello?" Summer answered.
"Hey, it's Anna,"
"Oh! Hey!" Summer greeted.
"I know it's early, but we're starting to plan the wedding..."
"So?" Summer snapped. Mornings brought out the worst in her.
"Um, I know you're a fashion writer and I was wondering if you would help use pick out the dresses and tuxs,"
"Like when?"
"Whenever. We're flexible,"
"I'll see if I have time. I have to go right now. I'll call you sometime tonight or tomorrow,"
Help with the wedding she dreaded even attending? It might be a little too much.
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Summer dialed the number that Anna had given her. It wasn't too late, only around 9:00. She tapped her foot as she waited. "Hey, Summer?" Seth's bright and cheery voice answered. It made Summer's stomach jump. Not in a throw up way, but in an excited way.
"Hey. I was calling about the whole outfits thing...I'm guessing Anna told you?" Summer started, diving right into business.
"Yeah. How about Friday? I'm pretty booked with casting," Seth suggested.
"Casting for what? Oh!" Summer remembered, "Your show! Good luck with that,"
Summer leaned back on the couch and began to flip through the new issue of Us Weekly. She would buy People, but it reminded her of work.
"Thanks. So Friday night?" Seth asked, getting back on subject.
"Sure," Summer agreed, "Around 7:00. I'll come there, sound good?"
"Yeah. I better go. Anna's out and I have to cook for myself. Or, in other words, order pizza," Seth told her.
Summer laughed. "We both know about your lack of cooking skills," she joked, bringing back memories from their relationship.
Seth laughed along with her. "I better go, really," Seth said with a goodbye.
Summer took out a photo album from her bedroom and curled up on the couch. She missed Seth. She knew she did. But she was too late. So she knew she had to deny it. Not just deny it to other people, but to herself, because if she didn't she would get attached to another person who would leave again. So denial was the best way to go.
A/N: I'm not trying to portray Teen People or People as bad magazines at all, and to admit they're some of my favorites. Teen People was just the magazine that came to mind. Nothing against 'em.
"So it wasn't really a traditional proposal. We just got together and decided it was time. The next day we went out and got a ring!" Anna explained.
"That's so sweet!" Marissa yelped.
Summer disagreed. It didn't sound like sheer love, but more like a business deal. She let out a sigh in response.
"You guys look great together," Ryan noted, unintentionally hurting Summer.
Summer glanced at Marissa and mouthed "Bathroom". Marissa nodded and let out a deep breath, knowing what she had to do for her friend.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Summer?" Marissa offered.
Summer smiled and got out of her seat. The two headed to the bathroom together.
"Is anyone in here?" Summer called out as she entered the bathroom, "No? Good,"
"What am I gonna do? I feel so...ugh! Oh my God, Coop, why didn't I see this coming? I mean, Anna fucking Stern. Ya know why this pisses me off so much? Because she's so fucking hard to hate. Like I can't hate her. She's so sweet! She's so witty. And she's so independent. In high school, OK, if you tell anyone I will get so pissed, but in high school I used to want to be like her. Just on some days, like before she moved. Can you believe that? Ugh. The little whore!" Summer ranted as she paced back and forth.
"I know, but can you try to be sort of happy for them?" Marissa asked.
"I am happy for them! I mean, why wouldn't I be?" Summer questioned cleverly.
"Then why would you want to hate Anna?" Marissa shot back. She knew Summer would never admit to still loving Seth. It took a lot for her to admit she even loved him at one point. She wasn't the type of person who let people in very often.
Summer looked in the mirror, took out a lip-gloss from her purse, and began reapplying it. "I don't know. Forget it," she sighed.
Shortly after someone opened the door. "Don't come in!" Summer shouted at the woman. The woman shrugged and turned away.
"Sum! It's a public bathroom!" Marissa exclaimed.
Summer sank down to the floor. "It wasn't supposed to be this way," Summer whispered to herself.
Marissa crouched down next to Summer. "It's OK. Just move on. There are so many guys out there. One of them would be lucky to have you," she comforted.
"I feel like such a brat. I'm still in high school, aren't I?" Summer asked.
Marissa flashed a warm smile. "No. You're Summer Roberts: Fashion Journalist!"
Summer rolled her eyes. "For Teen People, Coop. It's not such a great deal for a twenty-six-year-old, I didn't even want the job. I mean, I major in English and all of a sudden..." she said.
"What's that? Is that a phone ringing? I think some TV shows are calling! Maybe a few celebrities!" Marissa said with a giggle.
Summer smiled and got up. "Thanks, I doubt I'll ever become a stylist. It's like, a lot of work, let's go back now," Summer decided.
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Summer woke up by the unpleasant beeping of her alarm clock. Mondays were the worst. She dragged herself to her bathroom and hopped in the shower.
Summer came out of the bathroom. The phone was ringing. She left a trail of water from the bathroom to the living room. "Hello?" Summer answered.
"Hey, it's Anna,"
"Oh! Hey!" Summer greeted.
"I know it's early, but we're starting to plan the wedding..."
"So?" Summer snapped. Mornings brought out the worst in her.
"Um, I know you're a fashion writer and I was wondering if you would help use pick out the dresses and tuxs,"
"Like when?"
"Whenever. We're flexible,"
"I'll see if I have time. I have to go right now. I'll call you sometime tonight or tomorrow,"
Help with the wedding she dreaded even attending? It might be a little too much.
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Summer dialed the number that Anna had given her. It wasn't too late, only around 9:00. She tapped her foot as she waited. "Hey, Summer?" Seth's bright and cheery voice answered. It made Summer's stomach jump. Not in a throw up way, but in an excited way.
"Hey. I was calling about the whole outfits thing...I'm guessing Anna told you?" Summer started, diving right into business.
"Yeah. How about Friday? I'm pretty booked with casting," Seth suggested.
"Casting for what? Oh!" Summer remembered, "Your show! Good luck with that,"
Summer leaned back on the couch and began to flip through the new issue of Us Weekly. She would buy People, but it reminded her of work.
"Thanks. So Friday night?" Seth asked, getting back on subject.
"Sure," Summer agreed, "Around 7:00. I'll come there, sound good?"
"Yeah. I better go. Anna's out and I have to cook for myself. Or, in other words, order pizza," Seth told her.
Summer laughed. "We both know about your lack of cooking skills," she joked, bringing back memories from their relationship.
Seth laughed along with her. "I better go, really," Seth said with a goodbye.
Summer took out a photo album from her bedroom and curled up on the couch. She missed Seth. She knew she did. But she was too late. So she knew she had to deny it. Not just deny it to other people, but to herself, because if she didn't she would get attached to another person who would leave again. So denial was the best way to go.