Mountain Rendezvous
By: Stacey
Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C, just the desire for them to have wild and crazy man-sex, sigh.
Summary: Yes, this is slash, and sorry if it seems like a Mary Sue, but I tried not to make it seem like one. Seth has a sister, a twin one, and he wants to be there for here, but what about him.
Chapter One-Tuesday, May First
Marla will always be my sister, no doubt about that.
But could a guy, um, I mean girl (hinthintwinkwink), get in the way of our friend ship.
Maybe I should go back.
Monday, July 28th, 1-year ago-9: 30am(Seth's POV)
It was hot, really, hot! I was sitting on my bed, in my Daredevil boxer short, a t-shirt I borrowed from Marla, with the Ramones on I, reading Batman, Issue 27.
My room's, always kept at 54 F in the summer, and delightfully chilly. Especially my nether-regions (God, I love flaps!)
"Hey Seth, on GOD! Dude, one word, buttons," bursting through my door (note to self-lock) she was wearing Evil Bunny pj pants, and a Clash shirt.
"Why look Mar, so what you want?"
"Mom says we, being me, you, and our dearest Ryan, are going to the mountains!" she says dramatically, flapping her arms.
"Yay,"I say sarcastically, "it too hot to even move,"
"Sweetie, my Sethy, it's colder in the mountains," she says slowly, like she's talking to a five year old. No wonder she doesn't have a boyfriend.
"Yea, whatever," I say trying not to sound excited.
"And, anyways, you get to spend it with Ryan," she says giggling, a rarity for her.
"How the fuck do you know about that?" I yell, slightly shocked, but trying not to let it show.
"Good Lord, Seth, it's so f-in obvious, you perpetually hard around him, everyone notices it,"
"I don't…I mean…he is a great guy, but…I…fuck…I love him okay!"
"I knew it!Hee-hee! Marisa owes me 50. I gonna go own a CD spree, when I get back," she says as she starts to do what looks like a turkey mating dance.
"You girls were BETTING ON IT, I am shocked, and appalled."
"Oh, come on, you betted on how long I would break up with Joey,"
"That's um different,"
"Fuck right!"
"Okay, whatever, I leave you to get ready,"
"Bye, Marla,"
"Bye, loverboy," she says running out of the room giggling, yet again.
"Hey!"
I didn't tell you about Ryan, did I? Oh my God, he is a…God! When he first came to live with us, Mom was afraid of him, Marla was attracted to him (not that I can blame her). Then him and me became friends, such a cliché tough-guy friends with faggot-geek. And then that fateful day, when we became…more.
AN- I hope it is ok. I don't think that Marla is a Mary Sue, I hope not. I just wanted to try something new, if this is new.
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