Rating: PG
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Note: Sorry, I took a little bit more time to put this up than I had originally promised. I was writing another story, which I have posted. It's called Meet you there and it's a Valentine's Day story, so check it out.and don't forget to leave me some feedback I really appreciate your comments.
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Chapter 7: All theory, no action
Seth stood, waiting for someone to open the door. She was home; her SC430 was still parked in the driveway. Or maybe she got a ride with someone else. He held the bouquet behind his back, but soon gave up after 5 minutes. No one was home. His hand dropped, half dragging the roses on the ground. Summer peeked out of the door.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" she was barely audible, but Seth's ears had been trained to pick up her voice.
He turned to look at her blotchy makeup stained face. He knew what had happened. Old Dependable Dad disappointed again. Seth felt sorry for her. She didn't deserve this from anyone, especially not her father. "Hey Summer."
"Hi." She covered most of her body with the door, looking like a frightened little girl in the process. Seth sucked his breath in. Vulnerability was so sexy. Especially when shown by Summer Roberts.
"I just came over to give you these and congratulate you on getting on court. I hope you get queen, I got everyone I know to vote for you."
She smiled, "All two people? That is so sweet Cohen." Seemed to him that Summer was doing just fine. He clutched his chest in mock hurt. "No, kidding aside, thank you so much for the roses. They're beautiful. Come on in."
Cohen could be so cute sometimes. He shuffled into the house as she looked for a vase to put the flowers in. He was wearing black pants and a black button down that hung open to reveal one of his signature tees. He looked so sexily cute.
"Do you need a ride to school Summer?"
"Umm, I guess I could take one, then I wouldn't have to drive in these shoes," she pointed at the heels. "But, I have to fix my makeup first. This isn't the Halloween dance, you know."
"I think you look beautiful."
"I think you're a liar."
"Maybe, but not at this moment. I really mean it." She let herself smile.
"Umm, thanks Cohen. I'll just be a sec, k?"
"Sure, I'll wait in the car."
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No conversation. Just the sound of Chris Carraba's voice over the speakers, as Seth drove them to school. He stole glances at Summer, who was listening intently to the lyrics. She looked extremely beautiful in her outfit. Dignified and hip and sexy. Definitely sexy.
"Hey, who is this?"
"Dashboard Confessional."
"They're good."
"Yeah." He wasn't really that much into Dashboard, but he heard chicks dug it. And it was working because Summer was really getting into it. Thank you Seventeen magazine.
Hey girl, you've got a smart way about you
That makes me wish
That I was smart enough for you
Hey girl, you've got a fine laugh,
And I think that I could get used to that
And you're already used to laughing at me
Well, so what if your friends think I'm crazy
Well, I wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway
They're all theory, no action,
And where I'm from we live
Like it's the latest attraction
Hey girl, you've got a short fuse
And I've got designs on lighting you up,
And setting you off,
And watching you burn for me
The world lives for the weekend
Well, I'll watch as my weeks
Bleed right into them
Without a line to divide what is theirs
And what is mine
Well, so what if your friends think I'm crazy
I wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway
They're all theory, no action,
And where I'm from we live
Like it's the latest attraction
Go on, go on, your cruel intentions
Won't solve your problems,
Everyone's gotta get bottom
Bottomed out in the long run
And those are the times you need love
They reached the parking lot. Summer was quick to exit the car; she was already late to check in. Seth sighed.
"Hey Summer?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to ask you something."
She was already 30 feet from the car, "Can it wait until lunch? I'm late. I'll meet you back here then."
"Alright. See you in the pep rally. Good luck."
"Bye."
"See ya."
Hey Girl by Dashboard Confessional
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