Lover I Don't Have to Love
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. . . too bad though. . . Also, I don't own the song "Lover I Don't Have to Love". Nope, that belongs to Bright Eyes. . . I'm just a meaningless student who likes "The OC", Bright Eyes, and writing. . . so yeah.
Rating: PG-13 for some sexual content and, in the song language and sexual references - I'm not very good at this, but I had to write and I couldn't get this song out of my head
Summary: Just one night was all she wanted, but what happens when 'just one night' turns into something that wasn't supposed to happen…. He never thought he would end up like one of those guys…those guys he always hated. But one night makes him the man he never wanted to be.
A/N: Howdy fellow lovers of "The OC"! Okay, I wrote this a while ago, then deleted it off of the boards. But, since I was bored I decided to repost it. This takes place BEFORE Seth and Anna Broke up. Okay, well on to the story. . . feedback makes me happy!
The cup was empty. He turned it upside-down and a few drops made their way onto the carpet. Yep, empty. . . for about the hundredth time that night. So what if he had a drink or two or three. . . or four. . . okay maybe a lot, but he needed it. This was possibly the worst night in his entire life. He was stuck at a party with a bunch of people he didn't know, his girlfriend was out gallivanting with some guy he didn't even know, and, to top it all off, he was drunk and couldn't drive home. Okay, so maybe he wasn't drunk when he figured out this night was horrible, but he was now and there was no going back.
He sat, slumped in the corner of the room, adorned with watering eyes, a half tucked in shirt, and countless empty beer cups. Every so often, his eyes would skim the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but he was left friendless, drinking alone in the corner of the room. Carefully, he put his hand on a nearby table, the other on the wall, and pulled himself up. To no avail, he bumped into the wall and found himself on the floor. He tried again, and managed to stand up. Staggering, he made his way towards the keg in the back of the room. If he was already drunk, what was another beer going to do? Besides, this was the first time he had ever been drunk.
It was funny, if you think about it. He didn't actually like beer, and being drunk really wasn't that great either. But he felt there was nothing better to do. His girlfriend was probably cheating on him right now, and isn't that what they did in movies when stuff like that happened? Oh well, none of that mattered now that he was drunk. All that mattered was getting more to drink.
When he reached his destination, though, he saw someone standing by the keg. Blinking his eyes a few times, he tried to shake off the blurry vision. It didn't work, of course, but when she turned around, his vision seemed to be perfectly clear.
I picked you out Of a crowd to talk to youSaid I liked your shoes
I said thanks can I follow you
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name
You asked the time
"Cohen," the short brunette standing in front of him spat, but still had a softness to her voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Summer," he slurred, blinking a few more times.
"Are you drunk?" she laughed as he lost his balance and went tumbling to the floor. "Oh my God, you are!"
"Nice shoes," he said, trying to cover up the fact that he was indeed drunk. It wasn't working too well though.
Summer reached her hand out to help him up. He willingly took it and used the table to sturdy himself, careful not to pull her down with him. Laughing, he let go of her hand.
"Thanks," he laughed, giving her his signature Seth Cohen smile, dimples and all. Even when he was drunk, he still had that weird affect on her. His laughter trailed off as his eyes met hers. His smile faded and his hand moved toward her cheek.
Well it's two o'clock
Yeah the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before
She turned her head slightly, as his soft hand brushed the side of her face, turning her head back to him. He looked at the beautiful girl standing inches away, and couldn't control his own body. Softly he pulled her lips to his, tired of fighting the inevitable. At first, she was surprised, but reacted almost immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss deepened quickly.
Summer broke away and took his hand in hers, leading him up the stairs. Seth didn't object and stumbled after her up the steps and to one of the many bedrooms. She pulled him in and kicked the door closed behind her, pushing him up against it. Seth, reacted quickly, pressing his lips against hers- too caught up in the heat of the moment, and his drunkenness, to think about his girlfriend, Anna.
Summer pulled her lips away. "Just one night," she pleaded with him, between kisses. She was afraid he would suddenly remember he had a girlfriend, and leave her. "Just this one night."
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's to sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said he'd meet us here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
He said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Seth pulled her lips to his again, and started moving towards the bed, obviously saying 'yes' to her plea. Softly, he laid her down, placing soft kisses along her collarbone, as her hands explored his surprisingly toned muscles below his shirt. She started to unbutton it as his mouth returned to hers.
He shifted slightly, propping himself on one hand as his other one moved to the small of her back. His lips moved from hers, making a trail down her neck as his hands found her shirt. He moved them up, pulling her shirt over her head as he took a breath. His lips soon found hers again, as her hands met the buttons of his jeans.
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
Now the phone's ringing
And the band's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep, keep singing
Deciding to have some fun, Summer rolled Seth over, straddling his legs as she unbuttoned his jeans. He smiled and pulled her down to him, joining their lips once again as his hands found their way to her back, unclasping her bra. Summer's hands roamed Seth's body as she kicked her jeans off, and tugged at his boxers. Seth rolled her back over, placing a few more kisses down her neck and across her collarbone before he lost all control he had left.
Slowly everything blurred for both of them, too caught up in their own passion to realize anything else. . .
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorizeThe kind I have always seems to
slip my mind
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Seth woke up with his head pounding, knowing he had a hangover. Despite that, it felt surprisingly good to be asleep with his girlfriend in his arms. He blinked open his eyes. Wait! That wasn't his girlfriend and this- this was certainly not his room. He looked around frantically, wondering were the Hell he was. Finally, he saw who exactly that girl was and the memories of the previous night came flooding into his head.
What the Hell did I do this time? He thought as he took a deep breath.
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Summer's eyes blinked open in the sunlight, wondering how she got home last night after that wild party. Suddenly, though, the realization that she wasn't at home hit her as she felt the bed jolt a little bit. She felt arms around her and suddenly remembered everything that happened last night. . .
What am I going to do? She wondered, as she sighed into 'her' pillow.
But you, but you.
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
'Cause I do, I do I do
This didn't hurt me
Didn't hurt me
Oh this hurt me
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A/N: Okay, what do you think? Does it totally suck? Because if it did, you can tell me- actually, I would prefer if you told me so I don't make a fool of myself by continuing. LoL. . . Like it? Hate it? Reviews help!