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... as of now that is... MWHAHAHA!! Oh yes... CBS owns Survivor
A/n: Ummm... yeah... Sorry about the wait... I've felt like crap for a while... and I can't write when I feel like crap.
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Part 5: Happiness Amidst Lies
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Hours turned to days and days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Before I knew it, five years had passed since Seth Cohen's memorial service. A lot had changed since then. A LOT!
I still had kept my promise to dream-Cohen, at least somewhat. Five years was a very long time and with Marissa gone, Ryan and I had grown awfully close. Close enough to the point that a few months ago, he proposed and I accepted. Yes, I was the soon to be Summer Atwood. But something still did not feel right about it.
Coop and I had made up and were friends again, at least I think so. Of course, she wanted things to go back to the way they were, and that was not possible. But we were friends, and that was all that mattered, right?
Another shocker was that Coop had gotten married, to this strange and creepy guy that she met in Florida. I think he scared everyone, but Coop was happy. At least she was.
I'm not saying that I wasn't happy with Ryan. He was a great guy and all, but needless to say he wasn't Seth. Transference. That was what it was called. That is what Tim (Coop's husband) called it. He was a psychologist. I learned quickly not to like psychologists.
Thursdays officially sucked. Even though Coop had moved back to Newport she was too busy hanging around with Tim to even realize that I existed. Ryan always worked late on a Thursday, meaning that I was left all alone. Alone in this huge house.
I yawned. I hadn't had another dream about Seth since that one that I had right after he 'died'. Sure on the outside it seemed as if the pain had disappeared, but it didn't. It didn't go away, and it never would. The only thing that changed was that I didn't cry as much, but that didn't mean that I didn't cry.
I flipped on the television. I hated Thursdays. "The Valley" used to be on on Thursdays, but they cancelled that show a long time ago. There was nothing to do. Channel surfing, something that I normally would never do. Ever.
The phone rang. I didn't feel like answering it. If it was important, they would leave a message.
It rang again. Now it was just annoying. I picked it up. "Hello?"
There was no answer. "Hello?" Prank callers. One more thing to add to the "Things Summer Can't Stand" list.
Sighing, I got up and went into the kitchen, grabbing some Ben & Jerry's ice cream. That was one way to get through Thursdays. I grabbed a spoon and went back to watching the TV.
There was still nothing on it. I finally settled on watching Hollywood Squares on CBS. Sure it was an extremely stupid show, but it was entertaining none the less.
I sat there, not really paying attention to the TV at all. I got lost in my mind until the doorbell pulled me out of them. I really didn't want to get up. The sofa was so comfortable. "COME IN!" I shouted. If it was some psycho murderer, they wouldn't have bothered to ring the doorbell.
The sound of the door opening reached my ears. I put another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. Maybe it was Cohen. Yeah, wouldn't that be great. Seth Cohen, returns home after being gone for five FREAKING years. I was beginning to believe that maybe those people were right. That maybe I was being an idiot for believing that Cohen was alive. Maybe he was dead.
Anna walked into the room. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't she live in New York now? What the hell was she doing back in Newport?
"Hey Summer," she said. She hadn't changed one bit.
"Anna," was all that I could say. I continued to look at her. She looked too happy.
"I thought you could use some company," she said, sitting down next to me. I didn't need her company.
"Thanks, but no thanks..."
Anna didn't move. Didn't she know that that meant 'Get the hell out?'
"Summer, you're a mess," she said quietly. What was that supposed to mean? I hadn't realized that I was crying. How can you cry and not realize that it was happening? I brushed the tears away from eyes.
"No I'm not, I'm perfectly fine, all right," I said, not knowing how angry and hateful I sounded.
"No you're not," she said, as if she was trying to be my friend again. "You're a mess."
She was right, wasn't she? I was falling down hill. Suddenly, I had that feeling come over me. That feeling of not being able to breathe. Why did it have to happen now?
I was left gasping for breath. "Summer?" asked Anna urgently. "Summer?" It took me a few moments to catch my breath, but by the time I did, it was too late. Tears were falling.
I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him, but I loved him at the same time. There is a thin line between love and hate... and I had just crossed it.
"Who do you hate?" asked Anna. Could she read my mind or something? What I didn't realize was that I was saying 'I hate him' out loud.
"Cohen."
I couldn't describe the look on Anna's face. I could tell that she was hiding something, but she said nothing.
Cohen screwed up my life so much, and I had let him. He toyed with my emotions, and I had let him. I had let him do this to me. So it was my fault. Not his. Mine.
The next thing I knew, Anna was hugging me. I didn't want her to hug me. I didn't want anyone to hug me. "Don't hate Seth." Anna said quietly. "You don't think he would like it if he heard that you hated him, do you?"
I pushed Anna away from me and focused my attention on the television. Hollywood Squares was ending. I reached for the remote when something stopped me. I don't know what it was, but I didn't change the channel. I continued watching it.
"Stay tuned for the season premier of Survivor... and this time, we're back in Borneo." I had never watched Survivor before. It wasn't something that I could ever get into, but some of the guys on the show were pretty cute. Maybe I would watch, just one episode... see if there where any cute guys.
"Would you mind changing the channel?" asked Anna. She seemed really uncomfortable. Why?
I shook my head. "I'd rather not." Maybe it was bitchy, but I didn't care. This was MY house, not her's. I could watch whatever the hell I wanted to.
"Please Summer," a tone of pleading was in her voice.
"NO!" I said angrily. "You don't like it... then why don't you get out of my house."
That silenced her.
"Welcome to this season of Survivor, where we will strand these 16 strangers, on this deserted island in Borneo for 39 days." The theme song played and I zoned out. I never liked theme songs that much. They were just filler anyways.
I took another glance at Anna who looked scared. Scared, of a television show. That was a laughable thought. I grabbed the ice cream off of the table and began eating it again.
"Now it is time to meet our castaways. There is Josh, a rocket scientist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Katy, a journalist from Houston, Texas." The host, whatever his name was, continued going through the names of the castaways and their jobs and where they lived. None of them were any interesting. Like there were no neurosurgeons or anyone cool like that.
"Please Summer, I don't think we should watch this," said Anna, fear and panic in her voice. What was her problem?
"And finally we have Seth Cohen, a New York City taxi driver."
I was paralyzed with shock. Did he just say Seth Cohen. As in SETH COHEN. The camera panned from the host to the man named Seth. Holy shit. It was him. The same hair, the same smile. That was Cohen. It wasn't some imposter.
Cohen was alive. He wasn't dead. ALIVE! I didn't know whether to be happy or angry. I looked over at Anna, who was looking at me. Something told me that she knew that he was alive, and wasn't supposed to say anything.
She got up. "Sorry Summer," was all she said before handing me an envelope and heading to leave.
"Anna, wait." My eyes glanced back at the television where Seth was. Oh God I missed him. I wanted to kill him. He was right there, smiling, looking as if nothing was wrong. Had he forgotten about us? About his family?
Anna turned around. "I should have told you guys..." she said before leaving. So she did know. She knew the whole time, and still lied to us.
Tears stung my eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy, rather than tears of sadness. Seth Cohen was alive.
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A/n: HA HA! You guys really thought I had the heart to kill my favorite character? I can't do that... that is evil.. Sorry for the shortness... I had a bit of WB and then with being sick, and I really wanted to get this out. HA HA! Thanks to my reviewers!
skinny5s - No.. it was a memorial service... and I can't kill Seth... I've tried, but I can't... Besides.. there is a back story to Seth's disappearance, but this is from Summer's POV.. not Seths.
benzbabidoll - EXACTLY!
TragicallyDepressed - Fine! I'll try...
Kaylee - ha ha!
Summer and Seth - I can't kill Seth... it is impossible
famous99 - Who ever said that Seth was ACTUALLY dead...
Cena - Yes... I agree... Seth killing is evil... but that doesn't mean that I wont participate in it. Hell, I'm a Slytherin. SLYTHERINS are EVIL!!! Sorry, I'm a Harry Potter freak.
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... as of now that is... MWHAHAHA!! Oh yes... CBS owns Survivor
A/n: Ummm... yeah... Sorry about the wait... I've felt like crap for a while... and I can't write when I feel like crap.
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Part 5: Happiness Amidst Lies
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Hours turned to days and days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Before I knew it, five years had passed since Seth Cohen's memorial service. A lot had changed since then. A LOT!
I still had kept my promise to dream-Cohen, at least somewhat. Five years was a very long time and with Marissa gone, Ryan and I had grown awfully close. Close enough to the point that a few months ago, he proposed and I accepted. Yes, I was the soon to be Summer Atwood. But something still did not feel right about it.
Coop and I had made up and were friends again, at least I think so. Of course, she wanted things to go back to the way they were, and that was not possible. But we were friends, and that was all that mattered, right?
Another shocker was that Coop had gotten married, to this strange and creepy guy that she met in Florida. I think he scared everyone, but Coop was happy. At least she was.
I'm not saying that I wasn't happy with Ryan. He was a great guy and all, but needless to say he wasn't Seth. Transference. That was what it was called. That is what Tim (Coop's husband) called it. He was a psychologist. I learned quickly not to like psychologists.
Thursdays officially sucked. Even though Coop had moved back to Newport she was too busy hanging around with Tim to even realize that I existed. Ryan always worked late on a Thursday, meaning that I was left all alone. Alone in this huge house.
I yawned. I hadn't had another dream about Seth since that one that I had right after he 'died'. Sure on the outside it seemed as if the pain had disappeared, but it didn't. It didn't go away, and it never would. The only thing that changed was that I didn't cry as much, but that didn't mean that I didn't cry.
I flipped on the television. I hated Thursdays. "The Valley" used to be on on Thursdays, but they cancelled that show a long time ago. There was nothing to do. Channel surfing, something that I normally would never do. Ever.
The phone rang. I didn't feel like answering it. If it was important, they would leave a message.
It rang again. Now it was just annoying. I picked it up. "Hello?"
There was no answer. "Hello?" Prank callers. One more thing to add to the "Things Summer Can't Stand" list.
Sighing, I got up and went into the kitchen, grabbing some Ben & Jerry's ice cream. That was one way to get through Thursdays. I grabbed a spoon and went back to watching the TV.
There was still nothing on it. I finally settled on watching Hollywood Squares on CBS. Sure it was an extremely stupid show, but it was entertaining none the less.
I sat there, not really paying attention to the TV at all. I got lost in my mind until the doorbell pulled me out of them. I really didn't want to get up. The sofa was so comfortable. "COME IN!" I shouted. If it was some psycho murderer, they wouldn't have bothered to ring the doorbell.
The sound of the door opening reached my ears. I put another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. Maybe it was Cohen. Yeah, wouldn't that be great. Seth Cohen, returns home after being gone for five FREAKING years. I was beginning to believe that maybe those people were right. That maybe I was being an idiot for believing that Cohen was alive. Maybe he was dead.
Anna walked into the room. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't she live in New York now? What the hell was she doing back in Newport?
"Hey Summer," she said. She hadn't changed one bit.
"Anna," was all that I could say. I continued to look at her. She looked too happy.
"I thought you could use some company," she said, sitting down next to me. I didn't need her company.
"Thanks, but no thanks..."
Anna didn't move. Didn't she know that that meant 'Get the hell out?'
"Summer, you're a mess," she said quietly. What was that supposed to mean? I hadn't realized that I was crying. How can you cry and not realize that it was happening? I brushed the tears away from eyes.
"No I'm not, I'm perfectly fine, all right," I said, not knowing how angry and hateful I sounded.
"No you're not," she said, as if she was trying to be my friend again. "You're a mess."
She was right, wasn't she? I was falling down hill. Suddenly, I had that feeling come over me. That feeling of not being able to breathe. Why did it have to happen now?
I was left gasping for breath. "Summer?" asked Anna urgently. "Summer?" It took me a few moments to catch my breath, but by the time I did, it was too late. Tears were falling.
I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him, but I loved him at the same time. There is a thin line between love and hate... and I had just crossed it.
"Who do you hate?" asked Anna. Could she read my mind or something? What I didn't realize was that I was saying 'I hate him' out loud.
"Cohen."
I couldn't describe the look on Anna's face. I could tell that she was hiding something, but she said nothing.
Cohen screwed up my life so much, and I had let him. He toyed with my emotions, and I had let him. I had let him do this to me. So it was my fault. Not his. Mine.
The next thing I knew, Anna was hugging me. I didn't want her to hug me. I didn't want anyone to hug me. "Don't hate Seth." Anna said quietly. "You don't think he would like it if he heard that you hated him, do you?"
I pushed Anna away from me and focused my attention on the television. Hollywood Squares was ending. I reached for the remote when something stopped me. I don't know what it was, but I didn't change the channel. I continued watching it.
"Stay tuned for the season premier of Survivor... and this time, we're back in Borneo." I had never watched Survivor before. It wasn't something that I could ever get into, but some of the guys on the show were pretty cute. Maybe I would watch, just one episode... see if there where any cute guys.
"Would you mind changing the channel?" asked Anna. She seemed really uncomfortable. Why?
I shook my head. "I'd rather not." Maybe it was bitchy, but I didn't care. This was MY house, not her's. I could watch whatever the hell I wanted to.
"Please Summer," a tone of pleading was in her voice.
"NO!" I said angrily. "You don't like it... then why don't you get out of my house."
That silenced her.
"Welcome to this season of Survivor, where we will strand these 16 strangers, on this deserted island in Borneo for 39 days." The theme song played and I zoned out. I never liked theme songs that much. They were just filler anyways.
I took another glance at Anna who looked scared. Scared, of a television show. That was a laughable thought. I grabbed the ice cream off of the table and began eating it again.
"Now it is time to meet our castaways. There is Josh, a rocket scientist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Katy, a journalist from Houston, Texas." The host, whatever his name was, continued going through the names of the castaways and their jobs and where they lived. None of them were any interesting. Like there were no neurosurgeons or anyone cool like that.
"Please Summer, I don't think we should watch this," said Anna, fear and panic in her voice. What was her problem?
"And finally we have Seth Cohen, a New York City taxi driver."
I was paralyzed with shock. Did he just say Seth Cohen. As in SETH COHEN. The camera panned from the host to the man named Seth. Holy shit. It was him. The same hair, the same smile. That was Cohen. It wasn't some imposter.
Cohen was alive. He wasn't dead. ALIVE! I didn't know whether to be happy or angry. I looked over at Anna, who was looking at me. Something told me that she knew that he was alive, and wasn't supposed to say anything.
She got up. "Sorry Summer," was all she said before handing me an envelope and heading to leave.
"Anna, wait." My eyes glanced back at the television where Seth was. Oh God I missed him. I wanted to kill him. He was right there, smiling, looking as if nothing was wrong. Had he forgotten about us? About his family?
Anna turned around. "I should have told you guys..." she said before leaving. So she did know. She knew the whole time, and still lied to us.
Tears stung my eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy, rather than tears of sadness. Seth Cohen was alive.
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A/n: HA HA! You guys really thought I had the heart to kill my favorite character? I can't do that... that is evil.. Sorry for the shortness... I had a bit of WB and then with being sick, and I really wanted to get this out. HA HA! Thanks to my reviewers!
skinny5s - No.. it was a memorial service... and I can't kill Seth... I've tried, but I can't... Besides.. there is a back story to Seth's disappearance, but this is from Summer's POV.. not Seths.
benzbabidoll - EXACTLY!
TragicallyDepressed - Fine! I'll try...
Kaylee - ha ha!
Summer and Seth - I can't kill Seth... it is impossible
famous99 - Who ever said that Seth was ACTUALLY dead...
Cena - Yes... I agree... Seth killing is evil... but that doesn't mean that I wont participate in it. Hell, I'm a Slytherin. SLYTHERINS are EVIL!!! Sorry, I'm a Harry Potter freak.