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 or Maroon 5 or their songs (but I want to, does that count?). I only own Tom, Tina, Sarah, Louise, etc.
Chapter 17: Tom's Room
Summer stared into outer space. She was sitting on a bed. Tom's bed. She didn't even know what she was doing here anymore. Tom's mom had insisted that Summer could come over and, in some events that she couldn't remember, she ended up in Tom's room staring into outer space. Unconsciously looking at the picture of her and Tom. It was taken on the soccer day, after they had fallen on each other. Her hair was messed up and Tom's was fully all over his face and they were both grinning like idiots at the camera.
She felt another tear, one of the many she'd been crying lately. As she remembered that day and as it lead to her remembering the Last Minutes. She didn't know why but she always thought of the Last Minutes as being in capitals. Because those two words meant something to her. Those two words led to her tears and her remembering what had happened.
She walked over to Tom's messy desk and smiled through her blurred vision as she saw the drafts for the 'Summer song' compilation. She then noticed a CD on one of the cases which bore her name. There was a note attached to it. It read:
This CD contains every song that reminds me of Summer.
Secret-Maroon 5
It seemed that after that he had no songs left that used to descried what Summer meant to him or what she looked like or their relationship or whatever.
She opened the CD player on top of the dresser and put the CD in. She pressed the play button with a slow, deliberate action. The song started slowly and she heard the soft, but somehow threatening music. 'Does he think I'm Goth or something?' Summer thought and when the words finally started she realised that wasn't it.
Watch the sunrise,
Say your goodbyes,
Off we go,
Some conversation,
No contemplation,
Hit the road.
Car overheats,
Jump out of my seat,
On the side of the highway baby,
Our road is long,
Your hold is strong,
Please don't ever let go, oh no.
I know I don't know you,
But I want you so bad,
Everyone ahs a secret,
But can they keep it?
Oh no they can't.
Driving fast now,
Don't think I know how to go slow,
Where you at now?
I feel around,
There you are.
Cool these engines,
Calm these jets,
I ask you how hot it can get,
And as you wipe off the beads of sweat,
Slowly you say 'I'm not there yet.'
I know I don't know you,
But I want you so bad,
Everyone has a secret,
But can they keep it?
Oh no they can't.
Summer listened to the rest of the song with the weird 'oh's until it faded out. Instead of pressing the 'stop' button she just let it repeat and moved back to his desk. She looked down at it and shifted one of the papers out of the way an looked at the envelope underneath it. It said, 'Summer'. Summer hesitated before picking it up and holding it at an arms length, studying it.
Eventually she opened it by sliding her finger under the flap, gently prying it open. She peered in and saw a letter. She unfolded it and couldn't help feeling as if she was getting a message from the dead person that she loved. She read it quickly, eyes skimming across the page, and then read it again, this time going slower and noticing the little things.
Dear Summer,
I don't know what I'm doing. After all I just learned your name. I'm writing this just before I'm going out to surf with Seth. I'm pretty pumped. I reckon the California waves are alright. But it's not as if I'm obsessed with waves or anything. I mean, it's not as if I wrote this meaning to write about waves. (Summer smiled at this)
I've been desperately trying to find songs that describe what I feel for you but there's only one that vaguely describes it. I've always found that there's a song to describe every situation and most feelings. But my feelings for you are this new thing that I don't think anyone's ever felt before.
Like it says in the Maroon 5 song enclosed, 'I know I don't know you bit I want you so bad'. I don't know why but it seems so weird. There was someone I left behind in Australia. I did love her, but I'm shocked at how fast I can recover. It's like in The Notebook where she recovers fast, to her surprise.
I don't know why I'm writing this, I know that you are with Seth and you two love each other. But my feelings are just so strong that I want to get it down on paper, maybe then they could cool off.
I just… I don't know. I don't know how to deal with these feelings, I don't think anyone is used to dealing with these feelings. I know you might think that I as too calm and collected to think all of these things, but that's just because I'm good at acting. Or not. I don't know.
I don't know what I'm writing or what this is meant to play a part in. My writing, that is. I mean letter. I mean… I don't know. I'm sorry that I'm sounding like this little boy who doesn't know what he's talking about. (Summer smiled again at this)
I think that I should quit while I'm ahead, or more ahead than I'll be in a couple of paragraphs.
I'll see you at school, but you won't know that I've actually said this because I probably will chicken out before giving this to you.
From,
Tom. Tom Chase.