Palm Trees and Power Lines
Chapter 11: My Kind of Rain
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 to PG-13… you never know.
Disclaimer: If for some strange reason you thought I owned any of this…well you're dumb… hehe, just kidding… but I still don't so … yeah
A/N: Okay, so it has been officially FOREVER since I have updated… so, so sorry… but I had like multi-month long writers block… it was horrible… I'd like to take this time to thank everyone for the reviews :) Oh, yeah, and the song is She's My Kind of Rain by Tim McGraw…review por favor…
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
She's confetti falling down on me
She sits quietly there
Like water in a jar
Says baby why you trembling like you are?
So I wait and I try
I confess like a child
Seth and Summer stood in the hallway between their rooms just holding each other. All of their emotions that they couldn't express surfaced right at that moment. Finally, after what seemed like forever, but still wasn't long enough, their tight embrace came to an end when Summer pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Seth, I am so, so, so sorry," she cried. "I- I love you."
Seth just looked at her. Part of him wanted to just take her in his arms and tell her how much he loved and needed her, too. But the rest of him didn't know if he could ever forgive her betrayal. Tears were slowly making their way down his cheeks too, as he looked at her. Her eyes showed genuine concern for him. She did love him; her tears showed she did. But could he really forget about everything? Could he really forgive her?
"Come in," he managed to say. "We need to talk."
Summer looked at him with worry, but without another thought, followed him through the door. She sat down on the edge of the bed, as Seth pulled over the desk chair and sat down across from her, wordless.
Summer watched him as he looked at the floor, his head in his hands. Tears slid silently down his cheeks, and his hands trembled. His chest rose with every breathe he took, his foot tapped, and his eyes blinked. Every miniscule detail was etched in her mind forever.
Summer looked around the room, noticing empty bottles of alcohol scattered around. His clothes were thrown everywhere, piled sloppily on his suitcases, and tossed randomly around the room. The TV was on, but muted, and the radio played some rock song. Looking at him, she noticed stubble growing on his cheeks, and the long mop of hair, worse than usual, that adorned his head. His shirt was half tucked in, and wrinkled, as were his jeans. Seth was a mess, and she had done all of this to him.
Seth looked up from the ground at Summer sitting on the bed, her eyes glistening with newly formed tears. Her hair seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and her body was still as tan and perfect as he could remember. Her lips were fully glossed, and her eyelashes full and long. But something wasn't right. She was wearing plain lose-fitting jeans, a ringer tee, and…chucks? Summer was wearing chucks? Albeit they were pink… but they were Converse chucks. Seth thought she looked even better in that outfit, then shook his head. No matter what she did to him, she always managed to take his breath away.
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down on me
She's my kind of rain
"Summer," Seth spoke after what seemed like years. "Summer…"
Before he could continue the little voice in his head stopped him.
What do you think you're doing? You're going to forgive the girl that caused you all that pain? You're going to just forget that she slept with your brother? Wow, you must be a bigger loser than I thought.
Seth closed his eyes and looked toward the sky. He had to make this decision. He couldn't leave her sitting there without giving her a direct answer.
Okay, Seth, let's review the facts. She cheated on you with her brother, and tried to apologize, but you wouldn't have it. You left her, she almost killed herself, as did you, and then she came 3000 miles across the country to get you back. Does that seem like a girl who isn't in love?
Seth couldn't take it anymore; he pushed his chair back and bounded over to Summer. Within seconds his lips were pressed against hers and they were sharing a deep, passionate kiss that both had wanted, and needed for a long, long time.
She's the sunset shadows
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
"I love you, Seth," Summer said, pulling away. "I love you so much."
"I lo-" Seth stopped. He couldn't bring himself to say it! What was wrong here? His entire life he wanted her, he liked her, then she decided to give him a chance. That's when he fell in love with her. He had already said it many times, but this time there was something stopping him. "I can't do this."
The words cascaded out of his mouth in something that he couldn't stop. He didn't want to say that, it just happened. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, and how much he needed her, but something wouldn't allow that. Instead of apologizing for it, though, he just continued.
"Summer, you don't know how horrible I felt when you did that to me. You don't know how much pain I've been going through for the past few months. You don't understand-" Seth began but was cut off by Summer bringing her lips to his again. This time, neither one of them stopped...
Together in this great eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down on me
She's my kind of rain
"I love you," Seth said, his eyes flickering open in the light. "You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that."
"I love you too," Summer giggled, looking up at Seth. She smiled, she hadn't felt this good in a long time. Leaning up, she placed a kiss on his lips. "I love you so much."
Seth smiled also; he was finally happy. Last night went from the worst night of his life, to the best in mere seconds. As soon as Summer kissed him that second time, he knew there was no turning back. He loved her, despite anything she had done, and and anything she would ever do to him, he loved her. There was no way he could walk away from her and everything they shared. They had been through so much together, and he wouldn't let one thing break them apart forever. He needed her, and she needed him.
"Wanna go get some breakfast," he asked. "I'm starving."
"You worked an appetite up from that," she joked. "Wow, I'd hate to see how hungry you are after-"
"Ha, ha," Seth cut her off. "You are so funny."
"I know," she replied, getting out of bed and pulling the sheet with her. "What can I say, after a few years you unfortunately have rubbed off on me."
Seth stood up, pulling his shorts on, and stretched his arms into the air. Scratching his head a little, he looked around.
"Wow," he said, "this place is a mess."
"You're the one who lives here," Summer called from the bathroom and Seth heard the water start. "Maybe you should clean up some."
"Yeah," he replied, picking up a few bottles and throwing them into the trashcan. It started with just a few bottles, then moved to just dirty clothes, then to just bottles, dirty clothes, and clean clothes. Eventually he had cleaned up everything.
"Whoa, you actually did clean," Summer exclaimed, shocked to see the spotless floor and perfectly made bed. "I'm amazed."
Walking over to Seth's closet, she pulled out some boxers and a t-shirt and slipped them on. When Seth gave her an inquisitive look, she just opened the door and headed across the hall to her room. Seth decided to use this opportunity to get a quick shower and dressed.
So I wait and I try
I confess all my crimes
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down on me
She's my kind of rain
Before he knew it, Summer was sitting on his bed, again in lose-fitting jeans, a ringer tee, and her pink Converse sneakers. Seth, confused, looked down at his outfit of jeans, a ringer tee, and black Converse, and shook his head.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Summer?" he joked, taking in her outfit one more time. "The Summer I knew would never wear anything that wasn't designer made. Her jeans were always skin tight, her shirts always bore midriff, and her shoes were always some high-heeled things. What happened!?"
"People change," she said simply looking down at her own outfit before grabbing Seth's hand and pulling him out the door.
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down on me
She's my kind of rain
She's my kind of rain
Ooh rain on me
She's my kind of rain
A/N: So, it's happy… are you happy that it's happy…and that I've finally updated?? LoL, well, if you are…or even if you're not…review please! Gracias.