Title: Artistically Speaking
Chapter Title: The Art Of
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.....
"I'll tell you just how good it can be." –The 88
Summer was in Marissa's bathroom when she heard the bright, cheery voice of Kirsten Cohen.
"Sorry to wake you Julie. But instead of picking the girls up, Jimmy is just going to meet us at the docks. I thought the kids could all ride together."
She heard Coop say something. Then Kirsten told them both to come over as soon as they were ready.
Summer closed her eyes. She was torn between wanting to avoid Cohen and wanting to kiss him. She sighed. Being rich and privileged could be tough sometimes.
Twenty minutes later, Summer was walking up the Cohen's driveway. She didn't see Coop or Ryan anywhere. She looked at the SUV that was taking the four teenagers to Los Angeles. A smile played across her lips as she saw Sandy gesturing at a map.
"The highlighted area is where you bear left. Left."
Seth rolled his eyes. "The color key informs me of that Dad." Summer heard him say. He raised his brown eyes from the map and they met hers. She smirked and made her way over to the car.
Summer opened the front door and threw her bag on the seat. She had already figured out that Ryan and Marissa were planning on leaving her up front with Cohen. Whatever. She walked into the house, trying to pretend she wasn't looking forward to the trip.
Coop and Ryan were drinking orange juice and eating muffins at the kitchen table, and she had zero desire to join the happy couple for breakfast, so she walked outside by the massive pool.
A sigh escaped her lips. It struck her as ironic, that she, Summer Roberts, who never committed, and never lost control was drowning in Seth Cohen. She turned around to go back inside, and met Seth's eyes as he looked out the window over the sink. He raised his eyebrows and looked away.
Summer realized that Seth might be doing a little avoiding of his own.
And he was. At least he was trying. When she slid through the doors to his kitchen he sat down at the table with Ryan and Marissa and barely glanced her way. He grabbed a muffin and took a minute to be proud of his own willpower.
Fifteen minutes later, they were packed in the car, with enough luggage for three months. Seth tossed Summer a case of CD's.
"Play something." He said with a smile.
She felt herself smile as she looked down through the choices. She barely recognized any of the bands. Cohen and his stupid emo. She finally pulled out a CD she recognized and handed it to Cohen. He eyed it.
"Rumors." He said appreciatively. "I'm surprised you've heard of Fleetwood Mac."
Summer grinned. "I'm very unpredictable." She was shocked at the suggestion she heard in her own voice.
Seth turned his eyes back to the road, but she could see he was grinning. Without thinking she rested her hand on his neck and traced her fingers down his spine. She felt him shiver, and then she pulled away.
Avoiding. Right.
In the back seat, Marissa rolled her eyes. Pretty soon Summer would start talking about great she was at driving stick shift, and the next thing, they'd crash. Ew. Not that she wanted to think about that.
Marissa sighed, and Ryan squeezed her hand in understanding. She didn't understand why Summer let herself get used by any water polo player, then couldn't even talk to the first guy that actually cared about her. Marissa smiled. He might even love her.
She might even love him back. Not that she'd ever admit it.
Chapter Title: The Art Of
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.....
"I'll tell you just how good it can be." –The 88
Summer was in Marissa's bathroom when she heard the bright, cheery voice of Kirsten Cohen.
"Sorry to wake you Julie. But instead of picking the girls up, Jimmy is just going to meet us at the docks. I thought the kids could all ride together."
She heard Coop say something. Then Kirsten told them both to come over as soon as they were ready.
Summer closed her eyes. She was torn between wanting to avoid Cohen and wanting to kiss him. She sighed. Being rich and privileged could be tough sometimes.
Twenty minutes later, Summer was walking up the Cohen's driveway. She didn't see Coop or Ryan anywhere. She looked at the SUV that was taking the four teenagers to Los Angeles. A smile played across her lips as she saw Sandy gesturing at a map.
"The highlighted area is where you bear left. Left."
Seth rolled his eyes. "The color key informs me of that Dad." Summer heard him say. He raised his brown eyes from the map and they met hers. She smirked and made her way over to the car.
Summer opened the front door and threw her bag on the seat. She had already figured out that Ryan and Marissa were planning on leaving her up front with Cohen. Whatever. She walked into the house, trying to pretend she wasn't looking forward to the trip.
Coop and Ryan were drinking orange juice and eating muffins at the kitchen table, and she had zero desire to join the happy couple for breakfast, so she walked outside by the massive pool.
A sigh escaped her lips. It struck her as ironic, that she, Summer Roberts, who never committed, and never lost control was drowning in Seth Cohen. She turned around to go back inside, and met Seth's eyes as he looked out the window over the sink. He raised his eyebrows and looked away.
Summer realized that Seth might be doing a little avoiding of his own.
And he was. At least he was trying. When she slid through the doors to his kitchen he sat down at the table with Ryan and Marissa and barely glanced her way. He grabbed a muffin and took a minute to be proud of his own willpower.
Fifteen minutes later, they were packed in the car, with enough luggage for three months. Seth tossed Summer a case of CD's.
"Play something." He said with a smile.
She felt herself smile as she looked down through the choices. She barely recognized any of the bands. Cohen and his stupid emo. She finally pulled out a CD she recognized and handed it to Cohen. He eyed it.
"Rumors." He said appreciatively. "I'm surprised you've heard of Fleetwood Mac."
Summer grinned. "I'm very unpredictable." She was shocked at the suggestion she heard in her own voice.
Seth turned his eyes back to the road, but she could see he was grinning. Without thinking she rested her hand on his neck and traced her fingers down his spine. She felt him shiver, and then she pulled away.
Avoiding. Right.
In the back seat, Marissa rolled her eyes. Pretty soon Summer would start talking about great she was at driving stick shift, and the next thing, they'd crash. Ew. Not that she wanted to think about that.
Marissa sighed, and Ryan squeezed her hand in understanding. She didn't understand why Summer let herself get used by any water polo player, then couldn't even talk to the first guy that actually cared about her. Marissa smiled. He might even love her.
She might even love him back. Not that she'd ever admit it.