Title: Prom Queen
Summary: A new guy comes to the OC from Australia and he's bound to rock the relationships. So who's going to end up his Prom date? Not for SethSummer lovers. Anna comes in a bit later. SummerNew Guy and a bit of SethAnna and the smallest portion of RyanMarissa.
Pairing: SummerTom, SethAnna, RyanMarissa
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OC characters. I only own Tom and Tina and Sarah and Rachel, the history teacher.
Chapter 12: Getting There isn't Half the Fun
Tom pressed the doorbell of the huge house that was in front of him. Its hugeness scared him. The door began to open and he ran his hand through his hair one last time. Good, it still looked like it did in the car. He smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in his black pants and marvelled at the fact that he could walk without those annoying crutches. It was hell getting up the stairs with them.
When he looked up he saw a stern looking man at the door. Summer's dad.
"Good evening Mr Roberts. How are you?"
"You're not Seth. So who are you?" Tom was a little surprised at the question.
"Uh, I'm Tom sir. I moved two months ago from Australia. I was the person who got shot a month ago." Tom knew that the whole incident had been plastered all over the news so that should ring a bell in the mind of a man who lives for the news.
"Ah yes, the teenager who was shot by his ex girlfriend. Summer saved you didn't she?" Tom nodded and said,
"Yes sir, that she did."
"So you're taking Summer to the prom." Tom nodded again and said,
"Yes sir I am." Summer's father looked him up and down and then shut the door in Tom's face. Tom's eyes widened slightly and then he waited for the door to open and for Summer's dad to say it was a joke but after ten minutes Tom decided that that was never going to happen.
Tom looked around and saw the driveway was one of those pebble ones that were really annoying to Tom. He grabbed a few of the smaller pebbles and walked to the side of the house and tried to see through the second storey windows from the ground but he could only see the ceilings. He walked around the house till he had seen all of them and decided that the one with the pink ceilings was the one which was most probably Summer's room. She didn't exactly seem like a black, dark green or dark blue kind of girl.
He walked over to the pink-ceiling room and started throwing pebbles at the window. Soft enough so they wouldn't break it but hard enough so they would be able to be heard. The window opened and Summer stuck her head out and looked around.
"Summer." Tom said in a loud whisper from cupped hands. Summer continued to look around at eye level and was about to go back inside, since she couldn't see anything, when Tom decided to take his chances and yell a bit louder.
"Summer." Summer was still left peering out, completely clueless as to the whereabouts of the person saying her name. This time Tom took the chance of yelling.
"Summer!" This time Summer saw Tom as she looked down and waved. Then she decided that seeing him on the ground and not at the door she asked,
"What is it?"
"Your dad locked me out." Summer sighed in frustration and then said,
"I'll be right down." She then closed the windows and Tom walked back out to the front door. He brushed off his pants and his hands and quickly ran his hand through his hair before looking up as the door opened and Summer walked out.
She looked stunning in a black dress that had a very low back and the front wrapped around her neck and continued to be split for quite a long way down. Oh god, he was going to have trouble keeping her to himself. Maybe he shouldn't do what he'd planned… No, now more than ever he knew how much he loved her and he had to do this. For her.
"You look amazing, beautiful and absolutely stunning all rolled into one." Tom said to Summer and she smiled brightly under the compliments.
"Well you look totally hot with your new haircut." Summer replied and Tom's hand went up to his hair before smiling as brightly as Summer.
"Thanks." His hair was spiked up and only about an inch long now. His stubble was more obvious now and went all along his jaw line. He continued,
"I was going for a Daniel MacPherson look. Not that you know who he is or anything…" Summer said,
"Well I do now." Tom smiled at her response and then held his arm out for her to put her arm in his. He guided her down the steps to the limousine that was waiting with a quiet purr for the two teenagers. He opened the door for Summer and she thanked him as she climbed in and he got in after her.
He tapped on the window that separated them from the driver and the driver began to drive to the school prom. As he collapsed into the leather seats he sighed and said,
"Getting there is not half the fun." Summer shrugged and said as she relaxed and let herself get sucked into the leather,
"It was for me."
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The car stopped and the window separating the driver and two riders slid down and the driver said,
"We're here. Have a good prom you two."
"Thankyou Jacob." Tom leaned across Summer and was about to open the door when Jacob cleared his throat and asked,
"Do you want me to say anything to your father, sir?" Tom hung his head and said,
"No Jacob, absolutely nothing at all." Tom then leaned across Summer again and opened the door. Summer got out despite her want to stay and find out more about the father that Tom never spoke of. Besides saying that he'd given Tom the BMW and even that had been extremely little information. Tom refused to say any more about his invisible father.
Summer was met with a chilly wind and she shivered slightly as she stood in the icy air waiting for Tom to get out of the limo. Tom got out and closed the door. He breathed out and then patted the roof of the car which drove off. He turned to see Summer shivering in the skimpy dress she'd chosen to wear without a jacket or shawl. Without hesitating Tom took of his own jacket and wrapped it around Summer's shoulders.
"How did you afford a limo?" Summer asked as Tom fussed around with the jacket that wouldn't listen to him. Tom sighed and replied,
"I didn't, my dad decided that I could borrow his for the prom." Something flickered through Tom's eyes but quickly disappeared to be replaced by a smile on his lips and in his eyes.
Summer smiled up at him as he made sure that the jacket was tight enough to keep in some heat. Tom then offered his arm to her, as if the moment before had never happened and he was back to being the 'perfect gentleman'. Summer smiled and looped her arm through his offered one and they made their way to the hall where the prom was being held.
As Summer stood in the doorway of the previous school hall she felt her breath catch in her throat.
(This is how my school's yr 10 formal was decorated, formal is like US prom.)
The hall was decorated with several pieces of dark purple velvet cloth that hung from one point from each of the sides as well as in all of the corners. All of these strips met in the centre of the roof where a large, currently immobile, disco ball was hanging. Velvet also was hung on all of the walls and at each place it was hanging a gold bow appeared to hold it onto the wall.
The stage curtain, red velvet, was now drawn but Summer had a feeling that when it was going to open it would reveal something else that would make this night just as she'd dreamed about for as long as she could remember.
In front of them there were at least fifteen large tables that could seat at least ten people each. There were silver settings at each seat and purple, but not velvet, serviettes at each of the silver plates. A large bouquet of flowers were the centrepieces of each table.
As she looked to the side of her and saw Tom standing there looking at the stage with his face almost glowing. She knew that her partner was also who she'd always dreamt of as her date to the prom. He wasn't exactly a rock star but he sure looked like one at the moment.
As she turned back to the hall Tom turned his head to look at Summer. She was his definition of perfect. On top of the fact that she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, she was also incredibly generous and even a bit wise, despite her exterior. Besides the fact that he owed her his life. If she hadn't stopped Sarah… Well Sarah would've probably shot every one of his body parts until he bled to death. He swallowed the love that he felt rising from his stomach. Tom then turned back to the hall and said,
"So. Shall we?" Summer swallowed and said,
"Sure. Let's go win King and Queen, Chase." Tom smiled and they both walked into the hall and both of them actually hoped that they could at least get through the night without the drama that Newport is so famous for.