Title: No One Likes A Depressed Cohen
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does.
A/n: Yeah... the stupid lines between the sections are screwed up... so I must change them...
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Part 3: And When We Thought Things Couldn't Get Worse
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School went as normal as it could be. Ryan and I tried to make the best out of our Senior Year. But everything was just so screwed up. No matter how hard I tried to make things like they were before, they never were.
What irked me the most was that no one seemed to care that Cohen was gone. Hell, no one even seemed to notice that he was gone. I mean, even if he was a loser and no one liked him, they should have at least noticed that he hadn't been around at all!
Mr. Berman's class was by far the worst class that I had ever had. To begin with, creative writing wasn't my strong point, but the worst part was that Mr. Berman was old, and possibly going senile. Everyday... every freaking day... he called Seth's name when he took roll, and nobody seemed to notice that each time I had to tell him that Seth wasn't there or he would just continue to call his name. Each time I told him, he thanked me and proceeded to continue with roll.
It was three weeks into school when he gave us the horrible assignment. In his horribly drone-like monotone voice he announced, "Today, we will begin a new assignment." The entire class groaned. "Oh shut up! Now as I was saying, the assignment will be a look into your soul."
That was just great, another way to have my heart torn out and crushed.
"Everyone close your eyes." With a lot of protest from the class, we all closed our eyes, or at least I did.
"Good. Now pretend that we have developed a time machine in our very school, and you are the one chosen to test it out. Now don't write about how stoked you are about being able to travel back in time, merely when and where you would go. You are allowed to change one thing, and one thing only. You must write a story or essay about going back in time and changing it, but you must say why and what the overall affect it has on life when you came back. You have a week to write it and then everyone will present to the class. You may start now."
I opened my eyes and looked around. Many people had already started to write. I dug back in my thoughts. If I could change one thing... any one thing...
The first thought that came into my mind was going back and stopping Cohen from being an ass in the first place and leaving. Then this year wouldn't suck so much and I would have someone to talk to in this stupid class!
Or, I cold go and make it so that Ryan never stole that car and therefore never came here, making it that I never knew Seth... but then I would have never met Ryan...
Once again, I looked around. A lot of people were writing like crazy. A glance at the clock, then at the blank paper told me that I had wasted a lot of time. I had five minutes to just get started.
I started writing some random thoughts on my paper. The person in front of me turned around and looked at my paper. "Roberts, Roberts, Roberts..." he said. "You are unbelievable." Josh Harton, the biggest jerk in the school, and unfortunately, one of my ex-boyfriends.
"When will you learn that that queer disappearing was the best thing to happen to you?" So they DID know, they just didn't give a shit! That made my blood boil even more. "Things can go back to the way before it happened. Back to you and me, ya know?"
I held myself back. Was that all he wanted was to be back with me? What an asshole! The bell rang.
"Forget about him Roberts, he obviously doesn't care about you!"
With that comment, I lost it. I didn't care how much trouble I got into, I aimed a punch directly at his face. He blocked it with ease. "Violence, violence Roberts," he said, now twisting my arm.
The room was empty, and there was no one there to help me. I cried out in pain. "Stop it Josh!" I pleaded, trying to pull my arm away.
"Why? I was just starting to have fun," he said, continuing to twist my arm. I fell to the ground and the pain was temporarily relieved. I tried to punch him as he pulled me back up, but he only grabbed my other arm and twisted it.
"HELP!!" I shouted, but the door was closed.
"Awwww, poor Roberts," Josh mocked. He let go of my other arm and it fell limply to my side, useless.
I kicked him, hard. "Ooo, getting feisty, aren't we?" he asked, flashing a menacing smile. How could he still be smiling, was he drunk or something?"
I didn't know what to do. He leaned in as if he was going to try and kiss me. "JOSH!! STOP!!" I shouted, using all of the strength in my bad arm to try and punch him. It didn't hurt him, but it sure hurt me.
The door to the room opened and who would walk in but Ryan. "Mr. Berman?" he asked.
"CHINO!!" I shouted quickly. Ryan turned around to look at me and Josh.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped?" Josh let go of me and turned to look at Ryan.
"No of your God damned business." Josh snapped, heading to push pat Ryan at the door. Ryan grabbed his arm and stopped him from running off.
"Now tell me," Ryan said angrily, "What were you doing to Summer?"
Josh didn't answer right away, he just pushed Ryan away from him. "I told you, its none of your fucking business!"
"Summer IS my business, all right?" Ryan snapped angrily. I was shocked at that comment. Did that mean what I thought it meant?
"What Atwood, is Roberts your girlfriend?" Josh snapped.
"More mine than she is yours," Ryan said angrily, pushing Josh out the door.
"This isn't the last you'll hear from me Atwood." Josh said angrily, before leaving.
As soon as he left, Ryan walked over to me. "Did he hurt you Sum?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
I shook my head. "No. Chino, I'm fine, I really am." Sure it was a lie, but I had relied on him enough lately.
"You sure?"
"Positive," I said, giving one of those fake, optimistic smiles onto my face.
"If you say so..." he said, "We should go get some lunch."
"Yeah..." I responded. With that, he slipped his hand into mine and a sharp pain to shoot up my arm. Of course, he HAD to notice it.
"Sum, are you sure you're all right?" Ryan asked.
I shook my head, "But it's just my arm, I swear!" He didn't look very convinced. "I'll be fine." I said, reassuringly.
I knew that he didn't believe me, but he let it go. Instead of holding my hand he draped his arm around my shoulders. "Ewww Chino, stop!" I said, moving so that his arm fell to his side.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
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The week passed quickly and I found that writing that stupid thing for Mr. Berman was simpler than I thought. I moved seats, but Josh was still being an ass. It was presentation time, and I really didn't want to present mine.
Luckily, there were volunteers, meaning I didn't have to go until I was called on. But that moment would come, sooner or later.
"Miss Roberts, I do believe you're next," droned Mr. Berman. Well, I knew it was going to happen sometime. I bit my lip and nodded, getting up with my paper.
When I got up to the front of the class, all eyes were on me, and that is a very unnerving feeling. I knew that I didn't want to read it, but I didn't know how much until I got up there.
"We're waiting Miss Roberts."
Shut up! I took a deep breath in before starting, but I wasn't looking at my paper. "A lot of you probably know what happened at the beginning of the summer, and most of you don't care, but I do. If I could go back in time and change one thing, it would have been stopping Seth Cohen from running away."
It surprised me when no tears came to my eyes as I read the paper. I had cried enough tears over Cohen. Too many tears. My voice was smooth as I read it, only cracking once or twice.
"He hated the way that everyone treated him, he hated the fact that no one liked him. He hated the fact that his best friend had left, so he left too. I could have stopped him... and I should have but..."
I was interrupted. "Miss Roberts, you are supposed to read your story, not ramble."
I didn't apologize, truthfully, I didn't care. "I didn't."
My story didn't make any progress, seeing as I was interrupted again. "Would Ryan Atwood and Summer Roberts please report to the office, immediately?"
Crap. This couldn't be good. I looked over at Mr. Berman. "You may go... just expect to finish presenting when you get back."
I nodded and left the room. Leaving my stuff there.
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I met Ryan in the hallway, and he was as confused as I was. We walked together to Dr. Kim's office. If both of us were being called to the office... well I didn't know what was going on. We walked in the office and saw the secretary looking like her depressed self.
"You can go in," she said, pointing to the open door.
We both walked in.
"Ryan, Summer, sit down," said Dr. Kim as we walked in. She didn't seem like herself. It seemed as if there was something wrong. Neither of us sat.
"You're not in trouble, just sit please." Hearing that I wasn't in trouble helped me relax a bit. A bit being the key word. I sat down. As soon as I sat down, so did Ryan.
"Thank you. Now, I've received a call from Mrs. Cohen saying that she wanted both of you home immediately. Now under normal circumstances, I would not allow you to leave, but it sounded urgent. So I will drive you to the Cohen household."
I got scared. Really scared. What was going on? Why were we going home? What happened? All these questions ran through my head. I barely even noticed that Ryan had the same lost look in his eyes that I had.
Then it hit me. Cohen.
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The car ride was silent. Hell, we were in the car with the principal... of course things were going to be quiet. As many times as she tried to initiate conversation, the many more times we ignored her. We being Ryan and I. I was so lost in thought. What was happening? Was there information on Cohen? Had he come back? Was he alright?
We pulled into the Cohen's drive way. "Thank you," said Ryan. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I knew there was something wrong the moment I saw a Coast Guard car parked in the driveway. I was so lost.
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I walked in the house and got even more confused when I saw an anxious Sandy and Kirsten sitting in the kitchen with some officials from the Coast Guard. My breathing quickened, and I couldn't explain why. I just had that feeling that something bad was happened.
Kirsten got up and hugged me. She hugged me. That wasn't a good sign was it? Did they know something that we didn't? "Please take a seat," said a female official. I swallowed hard before sitting down next to Sandy. Ryan sat next to me.
"Now, I don't know how I can tell you this, but we are calling off the search for your son." My heart skipped a beat. What was going on. I felt this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Why?" asked Kirsten. Maybe they didn't know.
"We found this..." she said nodding to her other counterpart. The male official pulled a piece of what looked like boat siding from under the table. Oh shit, it had my name on it. It couldn't be. It wasn't. No. NO!
I looked over at Kirsten, she looked like she didn't know what to do. Sandy just looked confused.
"And you're telling me that this little piece of boat is the ONLY reason why you called off the search?" Sandy snapped.
"This is the largest piece salvaged," she explained.
"Salvaged?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?"
This got me a glare from Sandy. I didn't apologize. "We found the boat off the coast of a small town in Mexico. It was in pretty bad shape." The lady took a deep breath in, but Ryan talked before she could continue.
"And Seth?"
"I was getting there," she said, trying to hide how annoyed she was. "There was no sign of your son. We have a feeling that he was..." she paused, as if looking for the proper words. "We believe that your son is dead."
The room was silent.
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A/n: Well... I am sad now... really sad... Thanks to my reviewers:
benzbabidoll – I have mega WB on MtM and semi-mega WB on UtE... but I'll update them soon.. hopefully.
HOTTERTHNU – I don't bash people... I think... ha ha.
crazy4theoc – That's mean! But thanks. Marissa is an okay character, just not my all time favorite... just the type of person she is bugs me.
lora – sarcasm Thanks for your wonderfully rm helpful rm review. Just because you don't like RS together doesn't mean that other people don't. I prefer RM to, but this was originally a SS, but it kinda changed when I transferred it from head to paper.
TragicallyDepressed – Yes, shame on them. Ha ha! Thanks!
Summer and Seth – Ha ha! That is a possibility... a little later in the story... maybe
deadserious – I'll let you in on a little hint... wait... nevermind... just remember, not all things are as the seem...
zarina – thanks!
Emily – HA HA!!! See, Seth is the best character, then Jimmy... then Julie... ha ha!
Trevor – Gracias!
Candy.07 – Sad? Wait this is supposed to be a sad story, I didn't know that. Ha ha... kidding.
orange-tide - You are EVIL!!! Ha ha! Hey you don't like Summer, I don't like Marissa... funny how we're great friends, ha ha!
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does.
A/n: Yeah... the stupid lines between the sections are screwed up... so I must change them...
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Part 3: And When We Thought Things Couldn't Get Worse
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School went as normal as it could be. Ryan and I tried to make the best out of our Senior Year. But everything was just so screwed up. No matter how hard I tried to make things like they were before, they never were.
What irked me the most was that no one seemed to care that Cohen was gone. Hell, no one even seemed to notice that he was gone. I mean, even if he was a loser and no one liked him, they should have at least noticed that he hadn't been around at all!
Mr. Berman's class was by far the worst class that I had ever had. To begin with, creative writing wasn't my strong point, but the worst part was that Mr. Berman was old, and possibly going senile. Everyday... every freaking day... he called Seth's name when he took roll, and nobody seemed to notice that each time I had to tell him that Seth wasn't there or he would just continue to call his name. Each time I told him, he thanked me and proceeded to continue with roll.
It was three weeks into school when he gave us the horrible assignment. In his horribly drone-like monotone voice he announced, "Today, we will begin a new assignment." The entire class groaned. "Oh shut up! Now as I was saying, the assignment will be a look into your soul."
That was just great, another way to have my heart torn out and crushed.
"Everyone close your eyes." With a lot of protest from the class, we all closed our eyes, or at least I did.
"Good. Now pretend that we have developed a time machine in our very school, and you are the one chosen to test it out. Now don't write about how stoked you are about being able to travel back in time, merely when and where you would go. You are allowed to change one thing, and one thing only. You must write a story or essay about going back in time and changing it, but you must say why and what the overall affect it has on life when you came back. You have a week to write it and then everyone will present to the class. You may start now."
I opened my eyes and looked around. Many people had already started to write. I dug back in my thoughts. If I could change one thing... any one thing...
The first thought that came into my mind was going back and stopping Cohen from being an ass in the first place and leaving. Then this year wouldn't suck so much and I would have someone to talk to in this stupid class!
Or, I cold go and make it so that Ryan never stole that car and therefore never came here, making it that I never knew Seth... but then I would have never met Ryan...
Once again, I looked around. A lot of people were writing like crazy. A glance at the clock, then at the blank paper told me that I had wasted a lot of time. I had five minutes to just get started.
I started writing some random thoughts on my paper. The person in front of me turned around and looked at my paper. "Roberts, Roberts, Roberts..." he said. "You are unbelievable." Josh Harton, the biggest jerk in the school, and unfortunately, one of my ex-boyfriends.
"When will you learn that that queer disappearing was the best thing to happen to you?" So they DID know, they just didn't give a shit! That made my blood boil even more. "Things can go back to the way before it happened. Back to you and me, ya know?"
I held myself back. Was that all he wanted was to be back with me? What an asshole! The bell rang.
"Forget about him Roberts, he obviously doesn't care about you!"
With that comment, I lost it. I didn't care how much trouble I got into, I aimed a punch directly at his face. He blocked it with ease. "Violence, violence Roberts," he said, now twisting my arm.
The room was empty, and there was no one there to help me. I cried out in pain. "Stop it Josh!" I pleaded, trying to pull my arm away.
"Why? I was just starting to have fun," he said, continuing to twist my arm. I fell to the ground and the pain was temporarily relieved. I tried to punch him as he pulled me back up, but he only grabbed my other arm and twisted it.
"HELP!!" I shouted, but the door was closed.
"Awwww, poor Roberts," Josh mocked. He let go of my other arm and it fell limply to my side, useless.
I kicked him, hard. "Ooo, getting feisty, aren't we?" he asked, flashing a menacing smile. How could he still be smiling, was he drunk or something?"
I didn't know what to do. He leaned in as if he was going to try and kiss me. "JOSH!! STOP!!" I shouted, using all of the strength in my bad arm to try and punch him. It didn't hurt him, but it sure hurt me.
The door to the room opened and who would walk in but Ryan. "Mr. Berman?" he asked.
"CHINO!!" I shouted quickly. Ryan turned around to look at me and Josh.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped?" Josh let go of me and turned to look at Ryan.
"No of your God damned business." Josh snapped, heading to push pat Ryan at the door. Ryan grabbed his arm and stopped him from running off.
"Now tell me," Ryan said angrily, "What were you doing to Summer?"
Josh didn't answer right away, he just pushed Ryan away from him. "I told you, its none of your fucking business!"
"Summer IS my business, all right?" Ryan snapped angrily. I was shocked at that comment. Did that mean what I thought it meant?
"What Atwood, is Roberts your girlfriend?" Josh snapped.
"More mine than she is yours," Ryan said angrily, pushing Josh out the door.
"This isn't the last you'll hear from me Atwood." Josh said angrily, before leaving.
As soon as he left, Ryan walked over to me. "Did he hurt you Sum?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
I shook my head. "No. Chino, I'm fine, I really am." Sure it was a lie, but I had relied on him enough lately.
"You sure?"
"Positive," I said, giving one of those fake, optimistic smiles onto my face.
"If you say so..." he said, "We should go get some lunch."
"Yeah..." I responded. With that, he slipped his hand into mine and a sharp pain to shoot up my arm. Of course, he HAD to notice it.
"Sum, are you sure you're all right?" Ryan asked.
I shook my head, "But it's just my arm, I swear!" He didn't look very convinced. "I'll be fine." I said, reassuringly.
I knew that he didn't believe me, but he let it go. Instead of holding my hand he draped his arm around my shoulders. "Ewww Chino, stop!" I said, moving so that his arm fell to his side.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
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The week passed quickly and I found that writing that stupid thing for Mr. Berman was simpler than I thought. I moved seats, but Josh was still being an ass. It was presentation time, and I really didn't want to present mine.
Luckily, there were volunteers, meaning I didn't have to go until I was called on. But that moment would come, sooner or later.
"Miss Roberts, I do believe you're next," droned Mr. Berman. Well, I knew it was going to happen sometime. I bit my lip and nodded, getting up with my paper.
When I got up to the front of the class, all eyes were on me, and that is a very unnerving feeling. I knew that I didn't want to read it, but I didn't know how much until I got up there.
"We're waiting Miss Roberts."
Shut up! I took a deep breath in before starting, but I wasn't looking at my paper. "A lot of you probably know what happened at the beginning of the summer, and most of you don't care, but I do. If I could go back in time and change one thing, it would have been stopping Seth Cohen from running away."
It surprised me when no tears came to my eyes as I read the paper. I had cried enough tears over Cohen. Too many tears. My voice was smooth as I read it, only cracking once or twice.
"He hated the way that everyone treated him, he hated the fact that no one liked him. He hated the fact that his best friend had left, so he left too. I could have stopped him... and I should have but..."
I was interrupted. "Miss Roberts, you are supposed to read your story, not ramble."
I didn't apologize, truthfully, I didn't care. "I didn't."
My story didn't make any progress, seeing as I was interrupted again. "Would Ryan Atwood and Summer Roberts please report to the office, immediately?"
Crap. This couldn't be good. I looked over at Mr. Berman. "You may go... just expect to finish presenting when you get back."
I nodded and left the room. Leaving my stuff there.
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I met Ryan in the hallway, and he was as confused as I was. We walked together to Dr. Kim's office. If both of us were being called to the office... well I didn't know what was going on. We walked in the office and saw the secretary looking like her depressed self.
"You can go in," she said, pointing to the open door.
We both walked in.
"Ryan, Summer, sit down," said Dr. Kim as we walked in. She didn't seem like herself. It seemed as if there was something wrong. Neither of us sat.
"You're not in trouble, just sit please." Hearing that I wasn't in trouble helped me relax a bit. A bit being the key word. I sat down. As soon as I sat down, so did Ryan.
"Thank you. Now, I've received a call from Mrs. Cohen saying that she wanted both of you home immediately. Now under normal circumstances, I would not allow you to leave, but it sounded urgent. So I will drive you to the Cohen household."
I got scared. Really scared. What was going on? Why were we going home? What happened? All these questions ran through my head. I barely even noticed that Ryan had the same lost look in his eyes that I had.
Then it hit me. Cohen.
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The car ride was silent. Hell, we were in the car with the principal... of course things were going to be quiet. As many times as she tried to initiate conversation, the many more times we ignored her. We being Ryan and I. I was so lost in thought. What was happening? Was there information on Cohen? Had he come back? Was he alright?
We pulled into the Cohen's drive way. "Thank you," said Ryan. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I knew there was something wrong the moment I saw a Coast Guard car parked in the driveway. I was so lost.
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I walked in the house and got even more confused when I saw an anxious Sandy and Kirsten sitting in the kitchen with some officials from the Coast Guard. My breathing quickened, and I couldn't explain why. I just had that feeling that something bad was happened.
Kirsten got up and hugged me. She hugged me. That wasn't a good sign was it? Did they know something that we didn't? "Please take a seat," said a female official. I swallowed hard before sitting down next to Sandy. Ryan sat next to me.
"Now, I don't know how I can tell you this, but we are calling off the search for your son." My heart skipped a beat. What was going on. I felt this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Why?" asked Kirsten. Maybe they didn't know.
"We found this..." she said nodding to her other counterpart. The male official pulled a piece of what looked like boat siding from under the table. Oh shit, it had my name on it. It couldn't be. It wasn't. No. NO!
I looked over at Kirsten, she looked like she didn't know what to do. Sandy just looked confused.
"And you're telling me that this little piece of boat is the ONLY reason why you called off the search?" Sandy snapped.
"This is the largest piece salvaged," she explained.
"Salvaged?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?"
This got me a glare from Sandy. I didn't apologize. "We found the boat off the coast of a small town in Mexico. It was in pretty bad shape." The lady took a deep breath in, but Ryan talked before she could continue.
"And Seth?"
"I was getting there," she said, trying to hide how annoyed she was. "There was no sign of your son. We have a feeling that he was..." she paused, as if looking for the proper words. "We believe that your son is dead."
The room was silent.
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A/n: Well... I am sad now... really sad... Thanks to my reviewers:
benzbabidoll – I have mega WB on MtM and semi-mega WB on UtE... but I'll update them soon.. hopefully.
HOTTERTHNU – I don't bash people... I think... ha ha.
crazy4theoc – That's mean! But thanks. Marissa is an okay character, just not my all time favorite... just the type of person she is bugs me.
lora – sarcasm Thanks for your wonderfully rm helpful rm review. Just because you don't like RS together doesn't mean that other people don't. I prefer RM to, but this was originally a SS, but it kinda changed when I transferred it from head to paper.
TragicallyDepressed – Yes, shame on them. Ha ha! Thanks!
Summer and Seth – Ha ha! That is a possibility... a little later in the story... maybe
deadserious – I'll let you in on a little hint... wait... nevermind... just remember, not all things are as the seem...
zarina – thanks!
Emily – HA HA!!! See, Seth is the best character, then Jimmy... then Julie... ha ha!
Trevor – Gracias!
Candy.07 – Sad? Wait this is supposed to be a sad story, I didn't know that. Ha ha... kidding.
orange-tide - You are EVIL!!! Ha ha! Hey you don't like Summer, I don't like Marissa... funny how we're great friends, ha ha!