Fire Bad, Tree Pretty (3/15: In The Limelight)
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
Author's Notes: A very short chapter, not much action. Sorry about that - some things just needed to be set up. But definitely look forward to a chapter chock-full of Seth/Summery goodness coming up shortly. And thank you to jen, who reminded me in her review of Chapter 2 that I totally forgot to credit TallyMcKee's "The Freshman Woes" for the quotes when the four were discussing their favorite candy. So sorry about that! lol, and I was just bashing some other author for blatantly copying without giving credit...
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Ryan had been right - more beer was exactly what they needed. So beer they had had, as well as margaritas from the mix Summer had filched from home. A few hours ago, Seth had been on the verge of conking. Now, he was fully energized, chasing after a squealing Marissa with a pillow in his hand.
"Slow *down*," he complained, but that only seemed to make her run faster. She was heading towards the stairs. At the top, Ryan and Summer were wrestling back and forth, bopping each other with the other pillow. Marissa paused to watch them, but got distracted and ended up tripping over the bottom step.
"Ha!" Seth exclaimed, and brought the pillow down to smack her on the ass.
"Okay, now you're gonna get it," Marissa warned. She grabbed Seth's arm and pulled him forward, throwing him onto the stairs and sitting on top of him so that he couldn't go anywhere.
"Coop!" Summer called. "Get your boyfriend offa me!" Marissa raced up the stairs, Seth close behind her, and yanked Ryan from on top of Summer, taking the pillow from him as well and using it to hit him repeatedly. Seth, who had brought the second pillow up with him, did the same to Summer.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Summer complained. She tried to wrest the pillow from Seth's grip, but she just wasn't strong enough. She was fast, though; in just a few seconds, she had slipped away from him and was on her feet again.
"Ha!" she cried, not realizing that she was echoing his earlier exclamation. Grabbing both pillows, she whacked all three of her friends. Ryan tried to grab her ankle, but she dodged out of the way, displaying incredible agility for someone as inebriated as she was. Seth pushed himself up from the floor and lunged at her. Squealing, Summer threw the pillows at Ryan and Marissa and ran.
She had been up here before, but she couldn't remember for the life of her where the back stairs were. She rounded a corner and darted into a room, hoping to lose him. But, as luck would have it, he had seen her. Also, this was *his* room. Grabbing her by the waist, Seth carried Summer over to his bed and deposited her on it, dropping down on top of her and tackling her. As he was struggling to hold her down, his hand slipped inside her shirt and across her stomach. Summer flinched.
"Ticklish," she apologized, her lime-scented breath hot and intoxicating.
"You weren't ticklish there earlier," he reminded her.
"Oh. Right." There was that giggle again. Seth was seriously getting tired of it. So he shut her up the only way he knew how.
He kissed her. And it was wet and sloppy and awkward but that didn't really matter because he was kissing her. When she drew back, he buried his face in her neck, yawning.
"Sleepy," he murmured, hanging onto her like she was a teddy bear. Just then, Ryan and Marissa came stumbling in, expressing similar thoughts. The pair collapsed, exhausted, on the floor. In not even five minutes, all four teens were out cold.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
Author's Notes: A very short chapter, not much action. Sorry about that - some things just needed to be set up. But definitely look forward to a chapter chock-full of Seth/Summery goodness coming up shortly. And thank you to jen, who reminded me in her review of Chapter 2 that I totally forgot to credit TallyMcKee's "The Freshman Woes" for the quotes when the four were discussing their favorite candy. So sorry about that! lol, and I was just bashing some other author for blatantly copying without giving credit...
~*~
Ryan had been right - more beer was exactly what they needed. So beer they had had, as well as margaritas from the mix Summer had filched from home. A few hours ago, Seth had been on the verge of conking. Now, he was fully energized, chasing after a squealing Marissa with a pillow in his hand.
"Slow *down*," he complained, but that only seemed to make her run faster. She was heading towards the stairs. At the top, Ryan and Summer were wrestling back and forth, bopping each other with the other pillow. Marissa paused to watch them, but got distracted and ended up tripping over the bottom step.
"Ha!" Seth exclaimed, and brought the pillow down to smack her on the ass.
"Okay, now you're gonna get it," Marissa warned. She grabbed Seth's arm and pulled him forward, throwing him onto the stairs and sitting on top of him so that he couldn't go anywhere.
"Coop!" Summer called. "Get your boyfriend offa me!" Marissa raced up the stairs, Seth close behind her, and yanked Ryan from on top of Summer, taking the pillow from him as well and using it to hit him repeatedly. Seth, who had brought the second pillow up with him, did the same to Summer.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Summer complained. She tried to wrest the pillow from Seth's grip, but she just wasn't strong enough. She was fast, though; in just a few seconds, she had slipped away from him and was on her feet again.
"Ha!" she cried, not realizing that she was echoing his earlier exclamation. Grabbing both pillows, she whacked all three of her friends. Ryan tried to grab her ankle, but she dodged out of the way, displaying incredible agility for someone as inebriated as she was. Seth pushed himself up from the floor and lunged at her. Squealing, Summer threw the pillows at Ryan and Marissa and ran.
She had been up here before, but she couldn't remember for the life of her where the back stairs were. She rounded a corner and darted into a room, hoping to lose him. But, as luck would have it, he had seen her. Also, this was *his* room. Grabbing her by the waist, Seth carried Summer over to his bed and deposited her on it, dropping down on top of her and tackling her. As he was struggling to hold her down, his hand slipped inside her shirt and across her stomach. Summer flinched.
"Ticklish," she apologized, her lime-scented breath hot and intoxicating.
"You weren't ticklish there earlier," he reminded her.
"Oh. Right." There was that giggle again. Seth was seriously getting tired of it. So he shut her up the only way he knew how.
He kissed her. And it was wet and sloppy and awkward but that didn't really matter because he was kissing her. When she drew back, he buried his face in her neck, yawning.
"Sleepy," he murmured, hanging onto her like she was a teddy bear. Just then, Ryan and Marissa came stumbling in, expressing similar thoughts. The pair collapsed, exhausted, on the floor. In not even five minutes, all four teens were out cold.