Welcome to His Life Chapter 3: Glory Fades, an o.c. fanfic

Welcome to His Life

Chapter 3: Glory Fades

Summary: Seth returns home, only after desperate pleas, and demands of his parents, to a Ryan-less Newport. Will life be the same? Will Summer still want him? Or will it be exactly like it was before Ryan ever showed up…

Rating: PG-13 for language and content

Disclaimer: I unfortunately own absolutely nothing. If you did think I owned something…than you were crazy for thinking that.

A/N: Howdy ya'll! Thanks so much for the reviews! Keep them coming!

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."

"Seth, you look so hot in that," Allison commented as Seth stepped out of the dressing room. "You have to get it."

Seth just stood there wondering why and how he was standing in the middle of an Abercrombie and Fitch dressed like…this. He was wearing jeans that made him look like he fell in the dirt, and barely touched his legs, a grey t-shirt with orange rings around the sleeves and collar, that insinuated that he had gone to South Dakota and a blue stripped Oxford shirt over that. On his feet he had white K-Swiss sneakers, and Alli had sprayed Abercrombie and Fitch cologne on him. To top this whole outfit off, she had also put tons of gel in his hair, somehow straightening it out a little, and spiking it up. This outfit certainly wasn't him.

"Well," she prodded, "do you like it?"

"It really isn't me," Seth replied looking down at his attire. "I'm more into…less preppy stuff."

"Oh, Seth, come on, you need something different in your style for once," she tried to persuade him. "Besides, it's just one outfit. It won't cost you that much."

Seth looked himself over in the mirror one more time. Allison was right, he needed a change and, well, there was no time like the present.

"Okay," he agreed, heading back into the changing room. Minutes later, he emerged wearing his Bring Eyes t-shirt, regular jeans, and Converse sneakers. Without another word, he walked up to the cashier and paid for his outfit.

"Where do you want to go next?" Alli asked, walking out of the store with Seth. "I was thinking…maybe we could go back to your place for a little while."

"Um…I don't know if-" Seth started but was cut off by Allison's lips against his. All of his senses shut off as she pulled away. "Uh…oh- okay." He stuttered, pulling away and hurrying off to the car.

Moments later, after practically fighting Allison off in the car, they arrived at Seth's empty house. Both of his parents were at work for at least another three hours, and Ryan was obviously at school. Seth dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys. Before the door was even closed he felt his body being thrust against the wall, as Allison's lips attacked his. Memories shot through his mind at that second…

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

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"Huh… it's weird 'cause they said those gardenias should have been in bloom by like Thanksgi-" Seth began but was cut off by Summer pushing him against the wall, and attacking him…with her lips. "Hey, what's going on?" he continued, pulling away.

"I just can't help it… and I certainly can't explain it," she told Seth, who was still pinned to the wall. "You didn't tell anyone did you?"

"Uh, no, of course not," he replied, leaving out the fact that he had just told Ryan earlier that day.

"Cause I'll kill you."

"No, I believe you."

And there it was again, Summer's lips on his. Seth relished in the moment for a little, but soon realized Anna was still in the house. Pulling away he began, "Could you do me a favor and just wait one second, because I've got some green beans that I really need to go check on."

"You're passing me up for beans?"

"No," Seth replied, shaking his head, and kissing her again.

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He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Shaking the memory from his head, Seth backed up the steps, considering Allison was still kissing him. Moments later they were in his room, still kissing, but now on the bed.

"Alli," Seth started, pulling away as he felt her hands tugging at his jeans, "we…we barely know each other and…" She didn't stop, just continued kissing his neck. Seth couldn't think straight with her doing that. Before he could finish, she had already managed to have both his and her shirts off. There was no way in Hell Seth was going to stop this.

Seth laid there, almost motionless as she tugged at his pants. He didn't want this to happen… not yet, and not this way. This was not how he ever imagined having sex…it was forced, not backed by love, and based on making Summer jealous…

"This is so messed up," Seth breathed as Alli reached behind him to turn of the only light on in the room.

But as she moved, and kissed him, he felt no connection what-so-ever, and didn't know how he was going through with this all. But Summer just wouldn't listen… she hated him for leaving, and wouldn't even listen to why he did it. If she didn't hate him so much…maybe things would be different. But she did, and now…here he was, changing his entire look, and his morals, and everything for this girl he barely knew. What was his problem?

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

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He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

Seth lied in bed, staring at the ceiling, his stomach churning. He felt as if he was going to throw up any moment. He just slept with a girl he didn't know, a girl who hated him for the first seventeen years of his life, a girl he didn't love, and most of all…a girl who wasn't Summer.

Standing up, he wrapped a sheet around him and headed over to his bathroom, turning on the shower. He stepped into the hot water, as if he could rinse away everything that happened earlier with some soap and water. For almost an hour he just stood there, letting the water pour down his body. But nothing worked – he still felt unclean. Finally, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him. Walking into his room, he noticed Allison was gone and there was a note on his bed.

Don't forget to wear your new outfit in the morning! And put some gel in your hair. See you tomorrow!

Kisses

Alli

Seth shook his head, pulling the sheets off of his bed. He threw them into the dirty wash and put some new ones on. He wanted to forget anything that happened last night… anything and everything. After pulling the clean sheets around the corners of the bed, Seth laid down in them, closing his eyes… hoping that all of this was just a bad dream- that he would wake up and everything would be back to normal…

Too bad it wouldn't…

The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

A/N: Yeah, I know, you all hate me now… haha… but don't worry… it will get better sooner…or later. :) heh… well review please!! :) gracias