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"The evil of the world is made possible by nothing but the sanction you give it."-Ayn Rand
Marissa's Room
"Oh my god," Summer started, "Brad Pitt is soo fine in this movie!"
"Oh, I know! Julia Roberts isn't looking so bad either."
"Ewww, Coop!"
"Kidding, just kidding."
It was much later in the evening, and Summer and Marissa did nothing but sit around and watch movies all day. Marissa seemed to be doing better after the episode from early in the afternoon, but Summer could not help but worry about her. After she had come out of the bathroom, Summer helped a drunken Marissa wrap up her wrist, and sober up. She stayed with her for the entire day, and was afraid of what Marissa would do if she were to leave.
"Well hello, ladies. What a fine sight the two of you are."
"Seth! How'd you find me? You know, we really don't need to be together every second of every day."
"Well, did it ever occur to you that it was not you that I came to see?" Seth asked, bending down to kiss her.
"Cohen! Enhh!" Summer grunted, gesturing towards Marissa, who did not seem to notice.
"It's ok, guys. You can kiss in front of me. I'm not all that wrapped up in my problems." Marissa stated plainly. Summer could beg to differ, given that she nearly comitted suicide today, but chose not to say anything. Seth gave Summer a look, which was meant to say that he wanted to talk to Marissa.
"Um, Coop, Ben and Jerry are calling my name, so I'll be right back. Do you want anything?" Summer asked.
"Yea, I'll take chunky monkey." Seth answered.
"I said Coop, not Cohen!"
"No, I'm ok, thanks."
"Are you sure?" Summer asked, because to her, Marissa didn't seem fine.
"Yea, go ahead."
"Alrite, I'll be back in a little bit." Summer said, leaving Seth and Marissa by themselves.
A long silence followed. Seth became inreasingly uncomfortable sitting there with Marissa. After all, they shared the same ex.
"So..." Seth started.
"So..." Marissa answered, not offering any conversation, but turned her attention to 'Ocean's Eleven'.
"So, Captain Oats sends his condolences." Marissa cracked a smile. Seth's quirky sense of humor was just what she needed to cheer herself up right now.
"Yeah, he wanted me to tell you that he was very sorry and that any time you needed a ride, he was there for you." Marissa spit out her drink, laughing.
"Oh, well tell him thanks, then."
"Seriously, Marissa, I don't know what to say. I am just soo sorry, and whatever I can do to help, just let me know."
"Aww, thanks Seth, but there really isn't much anyone can do. I guess I just have to figure it out on my own." Marissa responded, and sounded kind of detached to Seth.
"You know, I didn't go out with Alex for that long, but, she was a great girl. I'm glad you got to get to know her, in more ways than one."
Marissa looked down, trying to hold the tears in that she knew were forming. Seth, realizing he had touched a nerve, hit himself in the forehead, scolding himself for being so stupid.
"I'm awfully sorry, Marissa. Comic relief is my job, and sometimes I can't escape it, and it puts me into awkward positions; like the one that I just put myself into right now. Ok, I'm gonna shut up now." Seth rambled, but he noticed that Marissa was already crying. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, as she cried silently.
Suddenly, there was a scream from downstairs that jerked Seth and Marissa out of their obviously uncomfortable position.
"Summer? Is everything okay?" Seth inquired.
"Chunky monkey, ALL OVER ME!" Summer yelled in response.
Seth turned to Marissa, saying, "Well, I better go see what I can do to help." Marissa nodded, smiling encouragingly.
"Oh, you silly willy, Summer Wummer!"
"Shut up, Cohen and help me clean this up." Marissa lay on her bed listening to the pair's friendly banter, and wished she had that with someone...not just someone, she wanted it with Ryan.
She reached under her bed, and pulled out an almost empty bottle of whiskey. She quickly downed the remaining contents, and threw it on the ground. She reached again under her bed, but came up with nothing else.
"Sht!" She scrambled off her bed, and silently ran down the stairs, and into Caleb's office. There, she opened the door to his liquor cabinet. She grabbed the first bottle she saw. She tried to open it, but the cap wouldn't budge. Finally, it opened, but she dropped it in surprise. The glass broke into a million pieces on the hardwood floor.
Seth and Summer came running from the kitchen to see what the crash was. Seeing Marissa routing through the liquor cabinet, ignoring the mess she just made, made Summer mad.
"Coop! WHAT are you DOING!" Summer screamed. Marissa turned around in surprise, but didn't answer Summer. She didn't know the answer. When had it gotten so bad that she was desperate for anything alcohol? She slowly sank to her feet, contemplating this...
Marissa's Bedroom
"S-summer! Where aare you?" Marissa stuttered. She began to sob again for the millionth time that day, but not because of the tragedy that had occured, but because she was totally plastered. It had been awhile since Marissa had let herself get this drunk. Usually, she was pretty good at holding her liquor. But tonight, she had gone too far, and as result, was going through a mood swing and slurring her words.
"I'm right here, Coop." Summer said, emerging from the bathroom with a glass of water. Relief flooded Marissa's eyes. Summer sighed and glanced at Seth. She didn't know how long she would have to stay by Marissa's side.
"I miss Ryan. I really reallyy miss-s Ryan. I wonderr, does he miss me, too? Doess he ever talk about me, Seth?"
"Um, yeah sure. You know what, come to think of it, he did mention your name the other day...he definately did. " Seth said, unsure of how to respond.
"S-seth, sayy hi to Ryan for me, k? Youu know, just likke, telll him I said hi."
"Sure, no problem."
"Orr if you wantt to, mention myy name orr something when you are talking to him...jusst say, 'Marissa'and see what he says, k?"
"You want me to name-drop you? Sure, whatever you want."
"T-tell him if he wantss me to makke mac and cheesse for himm, I will. I'm a greatt maker of macaroni and cheese, esspecially the kind fromm the boxx. Tell him I will be his macaroni and cheese maker." Marissa said. At this point, her ramblings were almost to the point of incoherency.
"Yeah, sure, okay." Seth responded to Marissa's weird request. Seth was enjoying making light of Marissa being drunk. He knew he shouldn't have, but he found it funny. It made him forget the ever so slight pain he had had when he found out about Alex's passing.
Summer sure didn't find it funny, and did not appreciate Seth playing along with Marissa.
"You know, Seth. You werre right. Alex was-s a good kissser." Marissa smiled. Summer raised her eyebrow, and Seth nodded awkwardly.
"Yeah, she was a pretty good kisser, wasn't she. Oh my god, I share a kissing partner with Marissa Cooper. Never thought I'd see the day."
"Coop, I think it's time for you to go to bed." Summer demanded.
"NOO! Summer, I'm not tirred yet! Seth and I werre discussing Alex'ss kissingg ability." Summer made a face and glared at Seth.
"Aww, come on Summer, the conversation was just getting good. Besides, she does have a point. We WERE having a conversation and you were very rude to interrupt." Summer didn't break her hateful glare at Seth. She just emphasized it by folding her hands across her chest.
"You know what, Marissa? I think it's time for you to go to bed." Seth said after giving it some thought. He said it somewhat regretfully, because he knew it would be the last time that Marissa would voluntarily speak of details about her and Alex's relationship.
"Aree you surre you don't wannt to keep talkking Setth? I knooww you want to!" Marissa said, giggling.
"Seth was just leaving. Weren't you, Seth?" Summer demanded.
"Yes, my love," he said, bending down to kiss her,"and Marissa, anytime you want to continue this conversation, just give me a dial. I am free 24-"
"Good night, COHEN!" Summer cut him off, and shoved him out the door. She turned around to find Marissa passed out on her made bed. Summer grabbed a blanket from a chair, and covered her with it. Then she quietly tiptoed out of the room, and gently shut the door.
