Hey everyone....back again...just wanted to clear up a few things....this ones for Shogunwoot...my story takes place sometime after season 1...they were 16 in season 1 right? Well if they weren't...my bad...but yeah this takes place sometime into season 2...its kinda AU...so yeahhh....thanks for the reviews guys...
Ooh...I forgot to put a disclaimer on my work...whoops...okay here we go...I don't own anything ....fox owns it all....damn...
The Boy Next Door: Chapter 2
Seth's black Porsche pulled up in front of the country club that was the venue for the aforementioned charity dinner. He tuned off the radio and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He got out of the car and walked over to the other side where he opened Marissa's door and held out a hand. She looked up at him, paused for a moment and took his hand. The two of them were shocked at how natural this felt.
"Ready to face the wrath of your mom for being a little more than fashionably late?" Seth asked, grinning at Marissa. She gave him a sly look.
"Oh I'm sure she won't mind. After all, I'll be turning up with her beloved's grandson,"
"You know that still creeps me out," Seth replied with a small shudder. As they climbed the steps towards the entrance Marissa let out a laugh.
"What?" Seth looked at her, puzzled.
"I was just thinking. Now that my mom and our grandfather are married, does this make me your aunt?" She turned to him, still giggling. Seth had a sudden look of realisation on his face. Then one of slight repulsion.
"Oh my god. Shoot me...Shoot me now. Marissa Cooper is my aunt."
"That's right,"
"No it's not. It's twisted...that's what it is. You're like 3 months younger than I am,"
"Okay I'll make a deal with you. How about we forget to point out this small, insignificant fact out to anyone. Ever. Deal?"
"Hrmm...why do I feel like I'm making a pact with the Devil here? But yeah...sure...you've got yourself a deal ma'am," Seth replied, saying the last part with a slight southern drawl.
"Young man, are you calling me the Devil? Have you met my mother?!" she asked in a shocked tone.
"You know that's a valid point. I stand corrected. You are no longer the devil, you are simply the spawn of Satan," he replied humbly. She laughed lightly. Seth liked making her laugh.
They entered the foyer and a uniformed assistant approached them whist clutching a clipboard tightly and whispering anxiously into a headpiece. Seth and Marissa stood staring at her.
"...Er...um...Miss? Uh...Hi...my name's Seth Cohen I was wondering if you could tell us where the Nichol charity dinner is," Seth interrupted her nervous muttering and grinned, trying to put her at ease. She looked at them like a deer caught in the headlights of a car and gave a small shriek.
"Seth Cohen? Nichol? Julie Nichol? Um...that's...uh...right over here...follow me..." she gave a nervous laugh while directing them towards a set of heavy dark wooden doors. Seth and Marissa swapped bemused looks as they followed her silently, trying to contain their laughter. When they got inside and the assistant closed the door they burst out laughing.
"Oh my god! How much coffee do you think that woman's had?" Marissa asked through her giggles.
"Dude I don't think its coffee...maybe your mom put her on something to make her more efficient..." Seth replied, sobering up.
"God...it wouldn't surprise me..." she replied with a derisive chuckle. She opened her mouth to say something more when Seth gave a small cough.
"Satan at 3 o'clock," he said cocking his head in the direction of a petite woman swathed in red satin. They turned towards her just as she reached them, her expression not unlike that of thunder.
"Grandma! How are you?" Seth cried; a big cheesy grin on his face. Marissa giggled behind her hand. Julie looked at Seth bewildered.
"Sam? I'm so glad you made it! Now how many times have I told you that you don't have to call me Grandma?" Julie replied through her equally forced smile.
"It's Seth...Grandma," he replied with another smile. She gave him a look. His smile dropped and he gave another small cough.
"...um...so yeah I'll uh...just be over here..." Seth walked over to the table which held his parents as quickly as he could. Marissa rolled her eyes and turned to face her mother. She gave her mom an enquiring look.
"Marissa do you have any idea what time it is?" Julie whispered angrily, gripping her daughter's wrist.
"Yes mother...It's 9 o'clock. Did you forget your watch?" Marissa answered innocently as she wrenched her arm away from her mother grip. Julie glared at her as she walked away. Marissa picked up a flute of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and walked over to one of the balconies. As she stood there sipping her champagne staring at the ocean she felt someone come up and stand next to her. She felt the roughness of a man's suit brush against her arm. She turned her head away from the stranger and sighed.
"Luke...I'm not in the mood okay..." she heard a gagging noise and turned back towards the person next to her. She laughed when she saw that it wasn't Luke but Seth. He was looking at her with a look of great disgust on his face.
"I can't believe you thought I was Luke. I'm so offended I may just kill myself,"
"Sorry....my bad...I should've known it wasn't Luke..." she gave him a sly look "...after all, Luke doesn't have spaghetti arms,"
"Spaghetti arms?! I do not have spaghetti arms! They're more like thin fettuccine," Seth spluttered. Marissa laughed.
"Okay I take it back...you don't have spaghetti arms...you have extremely manly arms...very...man-like..."
"Thankyou..." he stopped acting offended and gestured towards her champagne glass.
"Should you be drinking that?" he asked her seriously. She looked at her glass sadly.
"I know," was all she could say in reply. Seth took hold of the glass and poured it over the edge of the balcony. He set the empty glass on the balcony edge.
"Come on...let's go inside," Seth took hold of Marissa's elbow hand led her back into the warm glow of the dinner room.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and she found this gesture comforting. The DJ began playing a song.
"Pouvoir j'ai cette danse mademoiselle?" he asked her.
"Oui monsieur," she replied. He led her to the dance floor and took hold of her waist and hand.
"So you're speaking French to me now huh?" she asked him as they began dancing.
Get a
load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I
hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
"Sure...I mean if you cant use your French to pull chicks then what's the use?" he answered lightly.
"Are you trying to 'pull' me Mr. Cohen?" she asked him slyly. He looked at her seriously.
"If I am?" he asked looking down at her dark blue eyes.
"Then
I'm okay with that," she replied, just as seriously. He pulled
her closer.
Holding hands with you, and we're out at
night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got
someone waiting too
This is, this is just the beginning
We're
already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
"Do
you know how long it's been since I've been able to be okay with
something like this?" Marissa cocked her head back to look at him.
"Tell me. How long?" he asked. She gave a small laugh.
"I can't even remember. But its been a while," she lay her head on his shoulder once more
"Don't tell me Ryan screwed you up that much,"
"Okay
you ruined the moment. But even before then. It was always...I don't
know. I was always 'with' someone. First Luke then Ryan...I've
never just been Marissa...am I making sense?" she asked, looking
into his eyes imploringly.
Why
can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak
whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're
gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I
think about you
"You kind of are. I was that emo kid for god knows how long...then I was Mr. Summer Roberts then I was the emo kid that sailed away on a little boat," he replied in a measured voice.
"You know you were always Seth Cohen to me. Even before...everything,"
"And you were always Marissa Cooper,"
Isn't
this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't
get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an
itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg
to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
"Do you remember that one summer when we went to France and we went to EuroDisney together?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah I remember, your mom got pregnant on that trip," Seth replied casting his memory back.
"Yeah with Caitlin. But that was fun. The vacation I mean, not my mom being pregnant," Marissa answered.
"I can imagine...one thing I do remember is the Cote d'Azur and its many wonders," Seth said with a slight grin on his face. Marissa rolled her eyes.
"They're called boobs Ed,"
"Well I was eight okay...I'd never seen so much bare flesh in my life...which is saying something considering where we live," Marissa shook her head.
"So tell me...why did you happen to bring that particular memory back?" Seth asked.
"I
was just thinking..."
Here we are, we're at the
beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but heads spinning
Why
can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak
whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're
gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I
think about you
"It's funny...we've known each other forever...we were even friends at one stage...I was just wondering what happened..." Marissa observed, with a touch of sadness in her voice.
"Well...as I remember it...after the joys of EuroDisney and the Cote d'Azur, we came back to Newport, you met Luke...Holly and the rest of the Newport elite and to use an old cliché...the rest is history," he replied with a little derision in his voice. She lay her head back on his shoulder and they kept dancing.
I'd
love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for
you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can
control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think
about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
"You know with the exception of Summer you're probably the person I've known the longest in this city," Marissa said, trying to pacify the tenseness she felt.
"But you don't know me 'Riss. If you think about it we barely know each other,"
"I know...and I probably would've saved myself a lot of grief if I had kept talking to you...you would have saved my sanity,"
"So you're saying you're crazy now?"
"Yeah...crazy
about you," she whispered. She looked up at him. He was smiling.
She smiled back.Why can't I breathe whenever I think
about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's
inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell
me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
The song ended and the pair moved off the dance floor and went back out onto the balcony.
"You're a dork...I can't believe you used such a cliché line," Seth said suddenly, chuckling at her theatrics.
"Okay...you just killed the romance there..." she replied sarcastically. They looked at each other and started laughing. When they both sobered up Seth looked at Marissa and before he knew it he found himself kissing her. It was a sweet kiss. No expectation or premise. Marissa was surprised but couldn't pull away. Instead she kissed him back, just as sweetly. When they pulled away from each other Seth held her close and looked into her eyes with a lopsided smile on his face.
"So is the romance back yet?"
"Almost...but not quite..." she gave him a meaningful look. He chuckled and kissed her again.
Ooookay.....so theres chapter 2....sorry about that wait...ive just been swamped with school and stuff.....ahhahah....okay...review me okay.....!!! P