Title: No One Likes A Depressed Cohen
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth leaves, and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? SUMMER POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does.
A/n: Ummm... yeah...
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Part 4: The Return of Seth Cohen
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It felt as if someone had punched me in my stomach, and then it proceeded to drop to the ground. I didn't know how to react. They thought that Cohen, MY Cohen, was dead. He wasn't. He couldn't be.
"D-d-dead?" chocked Kirsten, being the first person to speak up.
The lady nodded. "Oh God," she cried before breaking down into tears.
"We'll finish searching the surrounding land tomorrow, but the area is uninhabited. Even if Seth is alive, he probably wouldn't survive very long."
I looked over at Ryan, who was coincidentally looking over at me. Was he waiting for me to cry so he could comfort me like Sandy was comforting Kirsten? That wasn't going to happen, seeing as Seth Cohen wasn't actually dead. "So you're just giving up?" I angrily snapped.
"Summer," said Ryan, trying to stop me from getting angry.
"So the boat was like totally wrecked! So he was like no where in sight! That doesn't mean he's dead!" Yeah, I was angry. I had lost it. But they made NO sense.
The lady seemed angry, but said nothing as I got up and yelled some more. "You are just tired of looking, aren't you? You just don't give a shit!!"
I stormed out of the kitchen. People were just such... such assholes. Seth wasn't dead... He was Seth Cohen. He couldn't die.
Something came over me; something subconsciously drove me to walking to the door of Seth's bedroom. Could it have been a sign?
I opened his door and walked in, making sure to lock the door behind me. Some people just didn't think of anyone but themselves.
Looking blankly around the room, I found that it hadn't changed much, if it had changed at all. No. Cohen wasn't dead. I smiled. Of course he wasn't dead. I sat down on his bed. Denial helped, a lot. Some people do say that denial is the greatest coping mechanism. But there was nothing to cope about.
A knock on the door knocked me out of my denial-like thoughts.
I didn't respond to it. I just ignored it. The knock came again. "Sum?" Ryan. Once again, I didn't respond. That was all I needed was Chino to tell me everything was all right. I was doing that fine on my own.
"Summer, I know you're in there... Do you wanna talk?"
Oh God... it hit me like a ton of bricks. Cohen was dead... dead as in no longer living. Dead as in he would never ever come back. He never COULD come back. Dead. How could that one little word cause so much pain and destruction? It was only a word, right? A word. Cohen wasn't dead. He never was dead. He never will be dead. He will grow to be an old man before he would be Dead dead. Dead was just a word. A word, not reality.
Ryan continued rapping. "Summer, everything's gonna be all right, all right?" He just didn't know when to quit, did he? I still refused to respond to him. I just curled up on Cohen's bed.
"Robs," What the hell? Robs? Couldn't he just leave me alone? Didn't he get the picture? I couldn't help but start to cry. Once again, Seth Cohen had broken me down to the point of tears. The voice in the back of my mind got the better of me as I fell asleep.
Cohen was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. He was dead.
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My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in Cohen's bedroom. I had almost forgotten that I had fallen asleep in his room. Rays of sunlight came from the window. How long had I been asleep? I looked around for Cohen's clock, only to find it nowhere. That was strange. I remember it being there when I fell asleep. Strange.
I got off of Cohen's bed. Something seemed wrong. Something seemed different. Screw up... not the same. I looked around and walked over to the window. That was when I figured that things were really screwed up. REALLY REALLY screwed up. Out of the window, there was nothing but ocean. Waves crashed on the side of the wall. Nothing, but open ocean.
Some water splashed in my face. What the hell? This obviously wasn't the Cohen's house. It couldn't have been. I walked over to the door and tried to open if before I realized that I had locked it before. Quickly, I unlocked it and tried to open it again. It still refused to budge. What kind of strange place was this?
"Ryan!?" I shouted. I was really scared. "CHINO!!!" There was no response. Shit. "MRS. COHEN!!"
Once again, there was no response. I tried to open the door again, and found that it still would not open. I didn't know what to do! I was trapped. Trapped in Seth Cohen's bedroom. The one place that brought back so many memories that it was painful. I really did not want to be there.
I walked back over to the window and looked out of it at the crashing waves. Believe it or not, it was somewhat comforting. But the fact of the matter was that I was trapped... I might as well try to make the best out of things.
My mind began to wander as I completely zoned out. Hell, maybe this was better than being out in the real world. Being in this fake world.
A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze. I quickly turned around and found myself face to face with... no! I couldn't be. He wasn't alive. He was dead. But needless to say, it was Seth Cohen. Seth Cohen was alive.
My eyes widened as I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh God, I missed you so much," I cried, resting my head on his chest. He hugged me back, and time seemed to be lost. I still couldn't believe that he was alive. TAKE THAT EVIL BITCH!!! Seth was alive, not dead. HA!
"Cohen, where the hell have you been?" I asked. Everything seemed so real now, so back to normal.
"Around." he answered. I inhaled deeply. That was a great answer.
"Like where?" I asked. He smelled like ocean water.
He repeated himself, "Just around." That didn't help at all.
I stood there for the longest time, just enjoying his embrace. He was back. He was back for good. The thought made me smile. "I missed you Cohen. I missed you more than ever."
He didn't respond. He simply gently pulled me off of him, setting me down on his bed and sitting down next to me. I looked into his hazel eyes. They looked so depressed, so different than they normally were. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I uh-I have to go," he said, his voice quiet.
"GO!?" I asked. I was shocked! Very shocked. "Go. What do you mean Cohen?"
"I have to go away..."
"But you just came back," I whined.
"I know Summer, it's just that... don't forget about me, all right?" he said. He sounded nothing like his normal self.
"Forget about you? Cohen, that isn't possible. Just please, stay. Don't leave. Please!" He couldn't just leave. He just came. He wouldn't leave. I wouldn't let him.
"I gotta Summer, but I'll come back. Wait for me, all right?" he said.
"When?"
"Sometime, just wait for me..." Before I had a chance to respond, he pulled me into a kiss. I was shocked, sure, but I kissed him back. It was just like the old times, before things got so screwed up.
It seemed like no time passed before he pushed me away. "Summer."
I looked at him. "What?" He got up and lead me over towards the window.
He put his hands over my eyes, causing me to giggle. "Look out there..." he said.
I laughed. I couldn't see a thing. What was he playing at? "I can't see anything Cohen,"
I felt his hands leave my eyes and I looked out across the ocean. "What Cohen?"
There was no response. I turned around, and he was gone.
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That was horrible. One of the most horrible dreams I have ever had in my entire life. Seth was alive, but Seth was dead... but he had to be alive. He just had to be.
I looked around the room and found Ryan sleeping sitting up on the side of the bed. How the hell did he get in? Didn't I like, lock the door? I slipped out. I needed to get out of here. Get away from Newport, get away from the Cohens. Get away from everything.
Slowly, as to not wake up Ryan, I got out of Cohen's bed and left the room.
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If I ever learned one important thing in my life, it was that running away from your problems only made them worse. When I got back to Newport everyone was all worried and shit. And personally, none of it mattered. Maybe it would matter to the old Summer, but that isn't me anymore.
Coop had come back from Florida, and I didn't speak to her. How the hell could I? It was her fault that Seth was supposedly dead. I couldn't bring myself to look at her let alone talk to her.
Anna also came back. Finally some one who wasn't Mrs. Cohen who I could talk to for a little bit. But it wasn't much help, seeing as all Anna wanted to do was cry.
Luke returned too, not that he actually cared about Cohen. He probably came to talk to Marissa or Ryan. I really don't think he gave a shit at all! Why did he even come back?
I spent a lot of time locked in my room. I refused to go back to school. I couldn't. Not yet. Josh was still there, everyone was still there. Just waiting to mock Seth's death. I could hear them mocking it in my head. It was horrible.
"Summer," came Coop's voice from the other end of the door. "Summer, can I talk to you."
"NO!" I shouted loudly, not moving from my bed. I couldn't talk. No.
"Summer, please?"
I didn't respond. I heard indistinct mumbling coming from the other side of the door.
This time it was Chino who talked. "Robs," there he went with that Robs shit again. One thing was for sure, he sucked at making up nicknames. "It's almost time to go."
Go. Go. Go. I wasn't going to go. I couldn't go. I didn't need people fussing over me. Sure Ryan tried to convince me that it was a 'celebration of Seth's life' as he said it. But why celebrate the life of someone who wasn't actually dead.
I still remembered that dream, and even though I am not one to believe in signs, that was definitely a sign. Cohen was still alive, just somewhere, somewhere where we couldn't find him.
"Summer, you are coming right?"
"I'm not going!" I snapped. "I refuse to go."
"Please Sum," came Marissa's voice.
"Go to hell Coop!" I yelled before burying my head in my pillow, blocking any sound from escaping my mouth.
"Summer, Marissa left. Please, you have to come. We all need you," said Ryan.
"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I cursed. I took it that Ryan gave up because I wasn't bugged about it anymore.
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Time passed slowly with nothing to do. I threw things at the wall, I looked through picture albums. I did anything that would help pass the time.
I got a few calls on my cell phone, ranging from Chino or Coop to Luke. Yes, Luke called too. For some strange reason they all like wanted me to come. They didn't understand did they? I couldn't go. It wasn't that it would hurt, well it would hurt, a lot more because I would be surrounded by people who believed the lie. It was just that, there are some things that can not be done. This was one of them.
I knew that I really should have gone, I should have gone. I had to go. Quickly, I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail before leaving the room.
I hopped in my car and sped off to the grave yard. Chino had told me that they were going to bury an empty casket that had some Seth memorabilia in it. How they could even stand to do that was beyond my comprehension.
The car slowed down as I neared the grave site. It was just depressing. That was what a funeral was, a last goodbye, right? I looked at the freshly dug grave. How could they do it? I shut the car off and got out.
Slowly, I walked over. There were flowers everywhere. Flowers, flowers everywhere. I looked at the stone and tears filled my eyes once again. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were right.
I bit my lower lip as I read it.
SETH COHEN
1987 - 2004
"Wait for me, all right?" the words from the dream echoed soundlessly in my head.
"I'll wait Cohen, I promise." I whispered. As if he could hear me, but it made me feel good.
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A/n: That ends the depressive stuff! I think...
HOTTERTHNU - Look at my screen name... I don't have the heart! Wait, maybe I do... I've killed my fav. character before!
benzbabidoll - Ha ha!
deathcab-cutie - Sooner or later.
liz - Sad? Sand? Wait? I'm confusing myself.
c - Seth... dead? Really? cries
Sydney - I personally like SS more then RS... and this is the first RS fic I've written, so I don't really know many other RS shipper fics.. sorry that wasn't much of a help.
Sewerbubble - I like your review style... random. It was funny! Thanks!
Me - People, people, people...
TheOCisMe - Thanks! I like Julie though because she is like Mrs. Uber Bitch... and I like characters that people hate, it is just.. so much fun!!!
Author: SethCohenFan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth leaves, and Summer figures it out. How does she react to his leaving? SUMMER POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the OC... Josh Schwartz does.
A/n: Ummm... yeah...
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Part 4: The Return of Seth Cohen
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It felt as if someone had punched me in my stomach, and then it proceeded to drop to the ground. I didn't know how to react. They thought that Cohen, MY Cohen, was dead. He wasn't. He couldn't be.
"D-d-dead?" chocked Kirsten, being the first person to speak up.
The lady nodded. "Oh God," she cried before breaking down into tears.
"We'll finish searching the surrounding land tomorrow, but the area is uninhabited. Even if Seth is alive, he probably wouldn't survive very long."
I looked over at Ryan, who was coincidentally looking over at me. Was he waiting for me to cry so he could comfort me like Sandy was comforting Kirsten? That wasn't going to happen, seeing as Seth Cohen wasn't actually dead. "So you're just giving up?" I angrily snapped.
"Summer," said Ryan, trying to stop me from getting angry.
"So the boat was like totally wrecked! So he was like no where in sight! That doesn't mean he's dead!" Yeah, I was angry. I had lost it. But they made NO sense.
The lady seemed angry, but said nothing as I got up and yelled some more. "You are just tired of looking, aren't you? You just don't give a shit!!"
I stormed out of the kitchen. People were just such... such assholes. Seth wasn't dead... He was Seth Cohen. He couldn't die.
Something came over me; something subconsciously drove me to walking to the door of Seth's bedroom. Could it have been a sign?
I opened his door and walked in, making sure to lock the door behind me. Some people just didn't think of anyone but themselves.
Looking blankly around the room, I found that it hadn't changed much, if it had changed at all. No. Cohen wasn't dead. I smiled. Of course he wasn't dead. I sat down on his bed. Denial helped, a lot. Some people do say that denial is the greatest coping mechanism. But there was nothing to cope about.
A knock on the door knocked me out of my denial-like thoughts.
I didn't respond to it. I just ignored it. The knock came again. "Sum?" Ryan. Once again, I didn't respond. That was all I needed was Chino to tell me everything was all right. I was doing that fine on my own.
"Summer, I know you're in there... Do you wanna talk?"
Oh God... it hit me like a ton of bricks. Cohen was dead... dead as in no longer living. Dead as in he would never ever come back. He never COULD come back. Dead. How could that one little word cause so much pain and destruction? It was only a word, right? A word. Cohen wasn't dead. He never was dead. He never will be dead. He will grow to be an old man before he would be Dead dead. Dead was just a word. A word, not reality.
Ryan continued rapping. "Summer, everything's gonna be all right, all right?" He just didn't know when to quit, did he? I still refused to respond to him. I just curled up on Cohen's bed.
"Robs," What the hell? Robs? Couldn't he just leave me alone? Didn't he get the picture? I couldn't help but start to cry. Once again, Seth Cohen had broken me down to the point of tears. The voice in the back of my mind got the better of me as I fell asleep.
Cohen was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. He was dead.
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My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in Cohen's bedroom. I had almost forgotten that I had fallen asleep in his room. Rays of sunlight came from the window. How long had I been asleep? I looked around for Cohen's clock, only to find it nowhere. That was strange. I remember it being there when I fell asleep. Strange.
I got off of Cohen's bed. Something seemed wrong. Something seemed different. Screw up... not the same. I looked around and walked over to the window. That was when I figured that things were really screwed up. REALLY REALLY screwed up. Out of the window, there was nothing but ocean. Waves crashed on the side of the wall. Nothing, but open ocean.
Some water splashed in my face. What the hell? This obviously wasn't the Cohen's house. It couldn't have been. I walked over to the door and tried to open if before I realized that I had locked it before. Quickly, I unlocked it and tried to open it again. It still refused to budge. What kind of strange place was this?
"Ryan!?" I shouted. I was really scared. "CHINO!!!" There was no response. Shit. "MRS. COHEN!!"
Once again, there was no response. I tried to open the door again, and found that it still would not open. I didn't know what to do! I was trapped. Trapped in Seth Cohen's bedroom. The one place that brought back so many memories that it was painful. I really did not want to be there.
I walked back over to the window and looked out of it at the crashing waves. Believe it or not, it was somewhat comforting. But the fact of the matter was that I was trapped... I might as well try to make the best out of things.
My mind began to wander as I completely zoned out. Hell, maybe this was better than being out in the real world. Being in this fake world.
A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze. I quickly turned around and found myself face to face with... no! I couldn't be. He wasn't alive. He was dead. But needless to say, it was Seth Cohen. Seth Cohen was alive.
My eyes widened as I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh God, I missed you so much," I cried, resting my head on his chest. He hugged me back, and time seemed to be lost. I still couldn't believe that he was alive. TAKE THAT EVIL BITCH!!! Seth was alive, not dead. HA!
"Cohen, where the hell have you been?" I asked. Everything seemed so real now, so back to normal.
"Around." he answered. I inhaled deeply. That was a great answer.
"Like where?" I asked. He smelled like ocean water.
He repeated himself, "Just around." That didn't help at all.
I stood there for the longest time, just enjoying his embrace. He was back. He was back for good. The thought made me smile. "I missed you Cohen. I missed you more than ever."
He didn't respond. He simply gently pulled me off of him, setting me down on his bed and sitting down next to me. I looked into his hazel eyes. They looked so depressed, so different than they normally were. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I uh-I have to go," he said, his voice quiet.
"GO!?" I asked. I was shocked! Very shocked. "Go. What do you mean Cohen?"
"I have to go away..."
"But you just came back," I whined.
"I know Summer, it's just that... don't forget about me, all right?" he said. He sounded nothing like his normal self.
"Forget about you? Cohen, that isn't possible. Just please, stay. Don't leave. Please!" He couldn't just leave. He just came. He wouldn't leave. I wouldn't let him.
"I gotta Summer, but I'll come back. Wait for me, all right?" he said.
"When?"
"Sometime, just wait for me..." Before I had a chance to respond, he pulled me into a kiss. I was shocked, sure, but I kissed him back. It was just like the old times, before things got so screwed up.
It seemed like no time passed before he pushed me away. "Summer."
I looked at him. "What?" He got up and lead me over towards the window.
He put his hands over my eyes, causing me to giggle. "Look out there..." he said.
I laughed. I couldn't see a thing. What was he playing at? "I can't see anything Cohen,"
I felt his hands leave my eyes and I looked out across the ocean. "What Cohen?"
There was no response. I turned around, and he was gone.
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That was horrible. One of the most horrible dreams I have ever had in my entire life. Seth was alive, but Seth was dead... but he had to be alive. He just had to be.
I looked around the room and found Ryan sleeping sitting up on the side of the bed. How the hell did he get in? Didn't I like, lock the door? I slipped out. I needed to get out of here. Get away from Newport, get away from the Cohens. Get away from everything.
Slowly, as to not wake up Ryan, I got out of Cohen's bed and left the room.
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If I ever learned one important thing in my life, it was that running away from your problems only made them worse. When I got back to Newport everyone was all worried and shit. And personally, none of it mattered. Maybe it would matter to the old Summer, but that isn't me anymore.
Coop had come back from Florida, and I didn't speak to her. How the hell could I? It was her fault that Seth was supposedly dead. I couldn't bring myself to look at her let alone talk to her.
Anna also came back. Finally some one who wasn't Mrs. Cohen who I could talk to for a little bit. But it wasn't much help, seeing as all Anna wanted to do was cry.
Luke returned too, not that he actually cared about Cohen. He probably came to talk to Marissa or Ryan. I really don't think he gave a shit at all! Why did he even come back?
I spent a lot of time locked in my room. I refused to go back to school. I couldn't. Not yet. Josh was still there, everyone was still there. Just waiting to mock Seth's death. I could hear them mocking it in my head. It was horrible.
"Summer," came Coop's voice from the other end of the door. "Summer, can I talk to you."
"NO!" I shouted loudly, not moving from my bed. I couldn't talk. No.
"Summer, please?"
I didn't respond. I heard indistinct mumbling coming from the other side of the door.
This time it was Chino who talked. "Robs," there he went with that Robs shit again. One thing was for sure, he sucked at making up nicknames. "It's almost time to go."
Go. Go. Go. I wasn't going to go. I couldn't go. I didn't need people fussing over me. Sure Ryan tried to convince me that it was a 'celebration of Seth's life' as he said it. But why celebrate the life of someone who wasn't actually dead.
I still remembered that dream, and even though I am not one to believe in signs, that was definitely a sign. Cohen was still alive, just somewhere, somewhere where we couldn't find him.
"Summer, you are coming right?"
"I'm not going!" I snapped. "I refuse to go."
"Please Sum," came Marissa's voice.
"Go to hell Coop!" I yelled before burying my head in my pillow, blocking any sound from escaping my mouth.
"Summer, Marissa left. Please, you have to come. We all need you," said Ryan.
"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I cursed. I took it that Ryan gave up because I wasn't bugged about it anymore.
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Time passed slowly with nothing to do. I threw things at the wall, I looked through picture albums. I did anything that would help pass the time.
I got a few calls on my cell phone, ranging from Chino or Coop to Luke. Yes, Luke called too. For some strange reason they all like wanted me to come. They didn't understand did they? I couldn't go. It wasn't that it would hurt, well it would hurt, a lot more because I would be surrounded by people who believed the lie. It was just that, there are some things that can not be done. This was one of them.
I knew that I really should have gone, I should have gone. I had to go. Quickly, I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail before leaving the room.
I hopped in my car and sped off to the grave yard. Chino had told me that they were going to bury an empty casket that had some Seth memorabilia in it. How they could even stand to do that was beyond my comprehension.
The car slowed down as I neared the grave site. It was just depressing. That was what a funeral was, a last goodbye, right? I looked at the freshly dug grave. How could they do it? I shut the car off and got out.
Slowly, I walked over. There were flowers everywhere. Flowers, flowers everywhere. I looked at the stone and tears filled my eyes once again. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were right.
I bit my lower lip as I read it.
SETH COHEN
1987 - 2004
"Wait for me, all right?" the words from the dream echoed soundlessly in my head.
"I'll wait Cohen, I promise." I whispered. As if he could hear me, but it made me feel good.
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A/n: That ends the depressive stuff! I think...
HOTTERTHNU - Look at my screen name... I don't have the heart! Wait, maybe I do... I've killed my fav. character before!
benzbabidoll - Ha ha!
deathcab-cutie - Sooner or later.
liz - Sad? Sand? Wait? I'm confusing myself.
c - Seth... dead? Really? cries
Sydney - I personally like SS more then RS... and this is the first RS fic I've written, so I don't really know many other RS shipper fics.. sorry that wasn't much of a help.
Sewerbubble - I like your review style... random. It was funny! Thanks!
Me - People, people, people...
TheOCisMe - Thanks! I like Julie though because she is like Mrs. Uber Bitch... and I like characters that people hate, it is just.. so much fun!!!