Title: Artistically Speaking
Chapter Title: The Art Of Anticipation
Author(s); Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: The O.C.? Very much not ours.
Rating: R
Summary: After Seth and Summer kissed at Caleb's party, the Cohens decide to take Jimmy and Marissa on a cruise through the Caribbean Islands. Seth doesn't even want to go until Marissa invites Summer.....
"Maybe we can find a new way. Or create another great cliche." -Mae
Summer had never been on a cruise before. Summer had never lost her control over a boy before. Summer had never been in love before. No stop it, she corrected herself. Love equals pain. Love? Never. That was her philosophy.
"You know what?" she said out loud. "I'm not even interested in Seth Cohen."
"That leaves the question of why you're packing the sexiest clothing you own." Said Marissa leaning on the doorframe with a bemused expression on her face.
Summer blushed and stuck her middle finger in the air. "Shut up Coop." Marissa laughed, taking the hand of Ryan whom sauntered up behind her.
He took in the hurricane of clothes littering Summer's room. "You're still packing?" he asked, looking horrified.
Marissa turned to him. "Yea. It's a process. She's weeding out her hottest clothes because there's absolutely no one she wants to impress."
Ryan pretended to look thoughtful. "Hmm.. that sounds sort of familiar. It sounds like maybe Seth could have just skipped into his room and started agonizing over the prospect of having a week and a half alone with you..."
"Not that Summer wants him."
"Right." Ryan agreed. "Not that Seth cares."
Summer threw a long sleeve polo shirt that she had deemed not revealing enough at them. "I kind of liked it better when you two were all depressed over your angst ridden romance. Somebody call Luke. I can't take you two when you're happy."
"Lighten up Sum. You know you want him. I don't see what the big deal is." Marissa said.
Of course you don't see the big deal. Summer thought. You've got Ryan. When she was with Luke, Marissa was so into the popular scene and her reputation. Now she just didn't care anymore. And it wasn't necessarily what people would think of her and Cohen that was stopping Summer. It was more of her track record with boys.
The only thing she knew was getting used. And hurt. But if she convinced herself in the beginning that she was only using back, it hurt less... but..
"Earth to Summer!" Marissa called, waving her hands. "Any chance you're almost ready?" Summer nodded and closed both of suitcases, smirked and handed them to Ryan.
"Make yourself useful, Atwood." She said.
The night before the cruise, Seth couldn't sleep. A week ago he would have called himself stupid. He had no chance with Summer Roberts, not now, not ever. But how the tide had turned.
She had felt something when they kissed, he was sure of it. It was in the way she sighed as her lips left his and in the way that even in that short kiss, her hand had wrapped itself in his hair.
He was not going to let Summer walk away. Not back to the guys that wanted her body and not her. This was it.
Summer, who was sleeping at Marissa's the night before the trip couldn't sleep either. She tried to pretend she was dreading the trip, but she couldn't fool herself. Excitement was coursing through her. More than anything, she wanted Cohen's lips on hers again.
She smiled to herself in the darkness. It was going to be one hell of a trip.
Chapter Title: The Art Of Anticipation
Author(s); Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: The O.C.? Very much not ours.
Rating: R
Summary: After Seth and Summer kissed at Caleb's party, the Cohens decide to take Jimmy and Marissa on a cruise through the Caribbean Islands. Seth doesn't even want to go until Marissa invites Summer.....
"Maybe we can find a new way. Or create another great cliche." -Mae
Summer had never been on a cruise before. Summer had never lost her control over a boy before. Summer had never been in love before. No stop it, she corrected herself. Love equals pain. Love? Never. That was her philosophy.
"You know what?" she said out loud. "I'm not even interested in Seth Cohen."
"That leaves the question of why you're packing the sexiest clothing you own." Said Marissa leaning on the doorframe with a bemused expression on her face.
Summer blushed and stuck her middle finger in the air. "Shut up Coop." Marissa laughed, taking the hand of Ryan whom sauntered up behind her.
He took in the hurricane of clothes littering Summer's room. "You're still packing?" he asked, looking horrified.
Marissa turned to him. "Yea. It's a process. She's weeding out her hottest clothes because there's absolutely no one she wants to impress."
Ryan pretended to look thoughtful. "Hmm.. that sounds sort of familiar. It sounds like maybe Seth could have just skipped into his room and started agonizing over the prospect of having a week and a half alone with you..."
"Not that Summer wants him."
"Right." Ryan agreed. "Not that Seth cares."
Summer threw a long sleeve polo shirt that she had deemed not revealing enough at them. "I kind of liked it better when you two were all depressed over your angst ridden romance. Somebody call Luke. I can't take you two when you're happy."
"Lighten up Sum. You know you want him. I don't see what the big deal is." Marissa said.
Of course you don't see the big deal. Summer thought. You've got Ryan. When she was with Luke, Marissa was so into the popular scene and her reputation. Now she just didn't care anymore. And it wasn't necessarily what people would think of her and Cohen that was stopping Summer. It was more of her track record with boys.
The only thing she knew was getting used. And hurt. But if she convinced herself in the beginning that she was only using back, it hurt less... but..
"Earth to Summer!" Marissa called, waving her hands. "Any chance you're almost ready?" Summer nodded and closed both of suitcases, smirked and handed them to Ryan.
"Make yourself useful, Atwood." She said.
The night before the cruise, Seth couldn't sleep. A week ago he would have called himself stupid. He had no chance with Summer Roberts, not now, not ever. But how the tide had turned.
She had felt something when they kissed, he was sure of it. It was in the way she sighed as her lips left his and in the way that even in that short kiss, her hand had wrapped itself in his hair.
He was not going to let Summer walk away. Not back to the guys that wanted her body and not her. This was it.
Summer, who was sleeping at Marissa's the night before the trip couldn't sleep either. She tried to pretend she was dreading the trip, but she couldn't fool herself. Excitement was coursing through her. More than anything, she wanted Cohen's lips on hers again.
She smiled to herself in the darkness. It was going to be one hell of a trip.