:::: Hey…I had this idea after last weeks episode and thought I would post it so no one would have withdrawal symptoms since my other fic has ended :winks: It's a one-shot, definitely. And I wrote this before the episode that was on the other night...then I thought it was quite strange how Seth was saying Summer was right and I was like "Hey, that's my story!" Anyhow..::::
:::: Based on ending of second episode, when Summer gives Seth the speech about how he just wants the chase, not her. I don't know the exact quote, but I used something along the same lines. Italicized part is from "Your Song" by JamisonParker::::
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"You don't want me. You just want the chase. You only want me when you can't have me."
Seth scoffed. That was ridiculous. He stood in the middle of the road, shivering. He liked Summer. No, he loved Summer. "The chase" for her was painful and humiliating. It was horrible and difficult and it sucked…and he loved every second of it. If I said I hated this feeling, it would be a lie. Seth frowned. Summer was right. Oh, how he despised this. Everything she said was true. But it hurt, nonetheless.
In the sixth grade, Rachel Montgomery was throwing an end of the year school bash, the guaranteed "party of the season". Seth begged Kirsten to let him go. "Everyone is going to be there, Mom!" he ranted for weeks. After incessant and relentless whining, Kirsten agreed. "No Spin the Bottle, okay Seth?" she said. On the night of Rachel's party, Seth decided he didn't even want to go. He spent the night reading comic books, in his room, in the dark.
In eighth grade, Seth ran for class president. He campaigned for 2 weeks, hanging homemade posters with his face plastered on the front, clever sayings written across the top. Seth spent hours writing a speech, which he performed in front of the entire school, sweaty palms and all. And he won the "election"( he was also the only candidate). After 3 days of presidency, Seth respectfully resigned, no longer interested in middle school politics.
Last year, Seth became head over heels in love with Summer Roberts, one of the most popular girls in school. She's the girl all the other girls hated, but the girl all the guys hoped would be at the same party with a little too much to drink. Seth followed her, occasionally to the point of being stalker-ish, but with good intentions. Summer ignored him repeatedly, not even remotely interested in the emo listening, good grade getting, comic book reading geek. Then everything changed and by some stroke of luck, Seth and Summer became a couple. Until, that is, he threw it away to sail off to somewhere far away, if you consider Portland far away.
Now, Seth, still standing out in the street, jacket zipped and hands shoved far down in his pockets, is kicking himself for screwing everything up. He scuffs the toe of his shoe along the rough, unforgiving pavement. He vows to enjoy the chase a little less, and treasure the result a little more. "I'm so profound," he says.