Palm Trees and Power Lines
Chapter 4: Champagne
Summary: Sort-of future fic. Summer breaks Seth's heart and all he could think to do was leave… but will she find him again, and will he want her back if she does?
Rating: PG-13… you never know. Right now it's not bad… but future chapters… yeah
Disclaimer: I own nada… not "The O.C." or the actors… nor do I own any song that will appear in this fic…
A/N: Thanks again for all the great reviews!!! Sorry for the long delay…I just had an EXTREMELY long project.... "The Ninth Grade Project" five days of nothing but working…no classes, but you do stuff… and I got to design a septic system! Woo, Woo! How fun…not…omgsh did it suck… yeah… This chapter has the song Champagne, obviously by Sugarcult…later I'm going to intervene some non-Sugarcult songs in… but for now, it's just them…Okay well, on to the story… Review por favor!
All I can taste is champagne
When it hits the brain like cocaine
Spinning around and around
I can't get up without your help
I'm falling down
Seth had been in Philadelphia for about two weeks now, and he already had a bunch of friends. Life here was totally different from Newport Beach. People didn't think he was a dork, and girls were hitting on him left and right. It turns out they actually like the skinny skateboarding type over here! Who would have thought it? Here, he was a party guy. If there was a party, you could be sure Seth was in attendance- even if for just five minutes, he was there.
The thing that came along with the parties, though, was the alcohol. He was drunk almost every night, and woke up with a hangover every morning. But the good thing about this all was that it helped him forget about Summer.
The day he arrived in Philly, he reserved a room in the best hotel, paid for by his Grandfather of course, and had been staying there since the day he left Pittsburgh. He had a party or two already, and if there wasn't one at his place, there was one somewhere close by. He met dozens of people, all who were dying to know about life on the beach.
He didn't care to talk about it, obviously, and when questions arose about why he didn't have a girlfriend, his heart sunk. But he wasn't going to dwell on it; he was here to forget about Summer Roberts, Ryan Attwood, and the rest of Newport Beach.
All I can taste is champagne
Another day down the drain
Sleeping around and around
I can't wake up without your help
It's over now
"Yo, Seth, my man," a guy with blonde curly hair addressed Seth, giving him a high five. "What's up?"
"Nothing is up here at all, Joel," he replied, taking a swig from the bottle of champagne he held. "And you?"
Seth had met Joel the first day he came to Philly, he was the bellboy at the hotel, and stayed there during the summer. Joel was also going to the University of Pennsylvania when the semester started and they decided they'd probably share a dorm, if they could get one.
Joel was built a lot like Seth; tall and scrawny, with hidden muscles. His hair was blonde and curly, and his bright blue eyes were the focal point of any room. He was into emo, but the comic book thing wasn't really his area, although he did watch all the movies recently made: the three Spiderman ones being his favorite.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing," Joel replied, taking the bottle from him and taking a swig. "Enjoying the party?"
"Eh…a party's a party. I'm gonna crash soon, this one's pretty lame," he replied, taking the champagne back. "That is, if I'm not too drunk to get back to my place."
"Yeah, that would help. Want me to drive you? I just got off work, so I barely got anything in me," he offered, pulling his keys out of his pocket, but found himself confused when Seth started cracking up.
"I think you've had a litttttle more to drink than you think, there buddy," Seth laughed, "Because if you haven't noticed, we're already in the same hotel. I'm just two floors up."
The two burst into laughter, for really no reason at all. Considering Seth had downed two hard iced teas and a Corona before he even stepped into the party, he was pretty sure he was really drunk tonight.
"No…Seth…you're hotel room is a couple blocks away. We're in the Hilton…you're in the Trump…smart one," Joel laughed, punching him slightly on the arm. "Come on let's get you back."
"No…no, I'm fine. Just point me in the direction of the champagne, 'cause mine's all gone!" he replied and staggered off towards the bar.
You want it
You need it
You can't explain it
You fight it
You beat it
I can't live without you
I'm moving on without you
* * * *
Summer took a swig from a nearby bottle of liquor. Marissa had dragged her to a party to try and get her mind off Seth leaving, but it wasn't working. He left all most a month ago, and every night she replayed him leaving in her mind. Marissa said tonight was the night that she would forget about it, but then again, she said that every night.
As the music blared in her ears, she looked around for Marissa; there was no way she was staying here any longer. The music, the people, the food, the drinks- all reminded her of Seth. He hated the music and the people, the food- well, all food reminded her of him- and the drinks…she drank when she was upset and…
Love is like Novocain
And it leaves a little stain
The beauty in all this pain is I can't get away from you
So bowl me down and don't make a sound
"Sum!" she heard Marissa yell. "Come on Sum, come dance with me!"
"That's okay, I'll pass," she replied coldly. "Can we get out of here? This isn't helping too much."
"Nooooo," Marissa sang. Well at least she was a happy drunk today. "We have to par-tay!"
"Marissa, how much have you had to drink?" Summer asked, tapping her foot in annoyance. "Come on, let's just go home." Summer grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away.
"No!" Marisa screamed, and yanked her arm away. Unfortunately, the alcohol screwed up her equilibrium and she went crashing into a nearby table full of drinks. "I'm staying here!"
"Whatevs, God, Coop. I'm leaving. Bye," she replied, rolling her eyes and walking away.
You want it
You need it
You can't explain it
You fight it
You beat it
I can't live without you
I'm moving on without you
Sadly, Summer wasn't a happy drunk like her best friend tonight. No, she was a pissed off drunk who sometimes crossed over the 'pissed off' line, into the extremely mad side. And every once in a while, she would get so drunk that she would blow past "pissed off" and "extremely mad", and go right to "clinically depressed". She was bordering that line at the moment and if one more bad thing happened, she would cross it.
All I can taste is champagne
Dancing away down my veins
Spinning around and around
I can't get up without your help
I'm on the ground
* * * *
Seth staggered out the front door of the Hilton with a pounding head, blurred vision, and the taste of sour vomit in his mouth. He had been drinking since about 6:00 pm, and it was now 3 in the morning. The entire night he wasn't seen without a bottle of champagne, beer, hard iced tea, or any other alcoholic drink. Tonight was the night he said he would forget about Summer, but it still wasn't working.
Not thinking, and in his drunken state of mind he pulled out his cell phone and dialed an extremely familiar number…
Somebody help me
I'm loosing everything when I'm without you
Doing it without you
* * * *
Summer stormed out the front door of the party. There was no way she was staying in there watching her best friend as happy as could be, drunk. There was no way she would sit there drinking and being reminded of Seth.
Seth.
God, she messed up. She missed him and wanted him back more than anything. The problem was, though, she had no idea where he was staying. She would do anything to just talk to him, but she didn't know if she could handle it. What if all he did was yell at her? Or even worse, make her feel like the worst person in the world by talking about 'the incident'. She wanted to talk to him, but the fact of the matter was: she couldn't.
Just then she heard the familiar tune of her cell phone and pulled it out of her purse. As she looked at the caller ID, all of her worst fears were coming true. Seth was calling her.
All I can taste is champagne
Another day down the drain
All I can taste is champagne
A/N: Cliffhanger! Haha… so? Love it? Hate it? Review please!!!!!! Gracias! *Oh yeah, keep in mind that Seth's in PA, and it's 3:00… Summer's in CA and it's 11:00… there's no relevance of that point, just keeping you informed! Haha*