A/N: This is the edited version of this story (it never really occurred to
me when reading these stories, that you had to add in your OWN author's
notes and what not). This is my first fanfic, but that doesn't mean that
you should tread gently with your reviews, honesty is greatly appreciated.
[[ Goodbye Yellowbrick Road ]]
The water was calm and endless, the sun was setting beautifully. It was the type of setting that cameras were made for. There was no way that, in that serene of an atmosphere, anyone could possibly have any worries or troubles. Could they?
Seth Cohen would certainly argue with that. After all, that was the whole reason he fled to Tahiti. There was too much to handle at home, and as much as he wanted an escape from it all, he realized how futile the attempt would be.
Ryan was going back to Chino, and who was to say for how long. He couldn't help feeling sorry for Marissa, especially after all of the horrible things he had said to her. He knew she would miss Ryan just as much as him, but that didn't make it any easier. His parents, bless their heart, had enough to deal with after his grandfather's wedding. So here he was, out in the middle of the beautiful ocean...feeling sorry for himself.
Everything was so undetermined at this point. There were entirely too many variables, and it was scaring Seth. As carefree as he would have liked to admit himself to be, he knew that he was extremely dependent on the few constants in his life. His friendship with Ryan was one of them, most likely the largest one. Now that Ryan had left, Seth realized that his entire world could be thrown off balance. The only logical conclusion he could come to would be to leave. Pack up, and hit the road – or sea, given the situation. Newport was turning back into the vain, elitist society that he had been able to ignore over the last year.
It was at this introspective moment that Seth thought about Summer. How would she react to his letter? It wasn't very verbose, something rare for Seth Cohen to accomplish. It was short, sweet, and to the point. He had already voiced his concern over Ryan leaving.
He had told her the importance Ryan held in his life, and she just looked at him. He knew it was too much to expect her to relate to him, but the pitying stare that she was giving him was too much to bare. Would she be able to stay with him? If there was no Ryan, there was no "Ryan and Marissa: power couple." Without her best friend always spending time at the Cohen household, was it really feasible to expect her to? Seth didn't chance asking. He was afraid of the answer.
So, here he was. In the middle of one of the most gorgeous natural sights he had ever been witness to. He was bearing witness to the wondrous beauty that Mother Nature possessed, Jack Kerouac would be so proud. And, yet, all he could think of was Newport and the very society that he was attempting to ignore.
you know you can't hold me forever i didn't sign up with you i'm not a present for your friends to open this boy's too young to be singing the blues
so, goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl you can't plant me in your penthouse i'm going back to my plough
back to the howling old owl in the woods hunting the horny back toad oh, i've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road
[[ musical credits ]] "Goodbye Yellowbrick Road" by Elton John
[[ Goodbye Yellowbrick Road ]]
The water was calm and endless, the sun was setting beautifully. It was the type of setting that cameras were made for. There was no way that, in that serene of an atmosphere, anyone could possibly have any worries or troubles. Could they?
Seth Cohen would certainly argue with that. After all, that was the whole reason he fled to Tahiti. There was too much to handle at home, and as much as he wanted an escape from it all, he realized how futile the attempt would be.
Ryan was going back to Chino, and who was to say for how long. He couldn't help feeling sorry for Marissa, especially after all of the horrible things he had said to her. He knew she would miss Ryan just as much as him, but that didn't make it any easier. His parents, bless their heart, had enough to deal with after his grandfather's wedding. So here he was, out in the middle of the beautiful ocean...feeling sorry for himself.
Everything was so undetermined at this point. There were entirely too many variables, and it was scaring Seth. As carefree as he would have liked to admit himself to be, he knew that he was extremely dependent on the few constants in his life. His friendship with Ryan was one of them, most likely the largest one. Now that Ryan had left, Seth realized that his entire world could be thrown off balance. The only logical conclusion he could come to would be to leave. Pack up, and hit the road – or sea, given the situation. Newport was turning back into the vain, elitist society that he had been able to ignore over the last year.
It was at this introspective moment that Seth thought about Summer. How would she react to his letter? It wasn't very verbose, something rare for Seth Cohen to accomplish. It was short, sweet, and to the point. He had already voiced his concern over Ryan leaving.
He had told her the importance Ryan held in his life, and she just looked at him. He knew it was too much to expect her to relate to him, but the pitying stare that she was giving him was too much to bare. Would she be able to stay with him? If there was no Ryan, there was no "Ryan and Marissa: power couple." Without her best friend always spending time at the Cohen household, was it really feasible to expect her to? Seth didn't chance asking. He was afraid of the answer.
So, here he was. In the middle of one of the most gorgeous natural sights he had ever been witness to. He was bearing witness to the wondrous beauty that Mother Nature possessed, Jack Kerouac would be so proud. And, yet, all he could think of was Newport and the very society that he was attempting to ignore.
you know you can't hold me forever i didn't sign up with you i'm not a present for your friends to open this boy's too young to be singing the blues
so, goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl you can't plant me in your penthouse i'm going back to my plough
back to the howling old owl in the woods hunting the horny back toad oh, i've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road
[[ musical credits ]] "Goodbye Yellowbrick Road" by Elton John