Closer
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters it all belongs to who else… Josh Schwartz.
Okay this is set in Season 2, Episode 3: "The New Kids on the Block". Well I had this story a while ago they happen to take out. So I revised everything and I hope u enjoy.
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Seth's POV:
That night was so far a big lift for the "forgiveness-to-Cohen" phase. I mean it felt like I was on cloud nine again. But the thing is we're friends and nothing else. Ugh… I guess a few months away from her was the most crappled thing to ever have done. How could I leave with just a note! By far the worst decision in my whole lonesome entire life! I could tell her why I left and what happened to me. I really do hope I could, but you know I don't want her to be dragged into my problems. I mean I want her to get closer to me but it's just that I don't want to hurt her again. I'm scared that if I do I'll loose her forever this time. I guess being friends for now is really the best possible way to just get closer to her.
The past days for me have really been the best so far ever since I left these cradled-hand-bags of the newpsies. Yeah well I owe it mostly to Summer. I mean we talk most of the time now and I really like it even though we can't grope each other. Ryan is really getting annoying though. I mean he broods at home more than a person who's going to commit suicide. But the weird thing is that at school he's like this totally new person. I think he lives in the school or something cuz at home all he does is say five words the whole night. I wonder what he's doing in school that makes him happy. He's going to pound me after this, especially with Marissa here. See I dragged him here so I wouldn't have two girls obsessing about whatever they obsess about. I had to break the silence. I mean it was getting so loud of nothing that it started to hurt my ears.
"Okay guys what do you say, Bait Shop, The Killers?" I said as I jumped up from my seat.
"Seth…uh who are The Killers?" Ryan spoke as my jaws dropped. I mean who hasn't heard of The Killers. I couldn't take it! I mean sometimes I just feel like shaking my brother. But if I did I might get nailed so yeah I'll just stick to verbal.
"Oh Ryan… my brother how can u not load up on the info with today's music? I mean I sailed away and I still know what's happening in today's world of entertainment and all the little stuff we call tabloids in this charity cage of ours." I spoke up disappointedly.
"And… where are you heading with this?" He shoots back.
He looked back at me with confusion. Didn't he get what I said? I'm tired of explaining and the irritating knowledge that my own brother doesn't even know who The Killers are. So I give up… I'll just let them explain. I'm too disillusioned with the whole situation.
"You tell him Marissa… I'm too let's say, crappled to use my mind." I was still disappointed with the whole situation. I know I'm overreacting but come on! I know he had his own problems to deal with this summer and I don't blame the guy. I should give him a break and lighten up. Look at him he's so depressing I wonder what's going through his mind. I bet it has something to do with Marissa. That's all he thinks about these days. It's kind of an irritating notion but I do more thinking about Summer. So we're pretty equal, well kind of.
"Crappled? Cohen what on Blanch's world are you talking about?" As Summer blurted out the words.
Oh great another explanation to be brought up again. I'm kind of worn out from explaining things. But I might as well do so. Hmmm… let's think how am I going to make an excuse? I could tell her that I heard it from a guy I met up in Portland who draws wonder woman while working in a rental boat shop being pissed about leaving his super heroine back home. Ok that was weird I was just rambling in my mind. I should really learn how to shut up in my mind. Maybe Borders has a book called "Shutting Up Your Mind and Mouth for Dummi's ".
"It was a word I made up. You know being alone on the boat with no one else to talk to. I was mostly pissed off at times. Crap was getting too old so I spiced it up." I said as I snapped back to reality. I looked back at Summer trying to figure out her expressive of confusion. Oh well…
"Will someone tell me who The Killers are?" Ryan brought back to the conversation. I looked over to Marissa wondering if she'd tell him but no comment from her. Summer looked back at her the same way I did. I guess she was trying to figure out if she would or not. She's been really quiet ever since Summer and her walked in my house. I feel bad for her and Ryan. They were like these absolute ideal people last year before the whole Oliver thing. Maybe somehow The Killer's concert tomorrow will spark something.
"Chino it's a band from Las Vegas. They have a catchy tune." Summer suddenly shot back with almost a mumble.
I was blown away. I never knew she knew The Killers. Maybe the whole Indie/Emo thing helped out. For once I did well with my teachings. I'm proud, wow!
"Wow… My Little Summer studied her little ears with my music." I spoke with admiration to the thought of knowing The Killers. Oh… wait…did I just refer to her as "My Little Summer"? Let's back track Cohen. Hmmm… Oh Crappled! I did! What came over me I think I shocked her. I mean I see her converse to Marissa with silence. I look over at Ryan still amazed to my own comment. He looked like he was going to laugh. I shot back a glare of confusion and I swore he was one step to cracking up. I was wishing that she didn't hear that. Then came her comment…
"Uh… 'My Little Summer' Cohen? I mean last time I heard you didn't own me…" She said with a feisty one to her voice.
Oooo… I knew that voice; the voice of patented rage blackouts emerging one by one. Wishing was over buddy. Damn… she did hear it, great another false move. Seriously I felt like fainting right then and there. I was speechless. Was she expecting me to answer that? Suck it up and spill whatever you're thinking about. Wow talking to myself isn't helping right now.
"Oh sorry… uh… I didn't… mean… to you know… call you that. Uh sorry." I said without breath. If I had a twin I would be telling myself 'what the heck was that!' Really that was worst than saying 'My Little Summer'. Seth… Seth… Seth… Oh boy.
"Yeah whatev you're forgiven." She said with her bitchy façade on. That face I knew all too well. But thank god she just let it go. For a minute I thought I was on the verge to having a spasm. The past is the past what can u do?
"Okay so are you guys up to it? I have four tickets well I won't count because I work there so there's an open slot for the last one." I pronounced to the others.
"Okay man I'm up to it." Ryan said.
"Yeah…sure!" Summer spoke with joy.
"Marissa?" I asked waiting for her answer.
"Uh… Seth maybe nnn…" Marissa mumbled. It was getting there but Summer interrupted.
"Cohen no need. Coop is coming." Summer spoke with reassurance.
"Summer…"
I look over at the two girls as Ryan walk pass me and headed to Marissa.
"Marissa… you should come. We'll have fun." Ryan said as he placed his hands on Marissa's.
See I knew it! The Killers aren't killers after all. If those two can be all touchy feely again then maybe Summer and I can…wait… I forgot we were just friends. Well I hope Marissa can come along so we can all hang out again like the way it used to be even though we're all just friends.
"Fine. Count me in Seth," Marissa said with a slight smile. Ryan's the man! He turns things with a snap.
"Ok great! So all we need is one more person. I don't know anyone else but if you guys do then just invite them along. Uh so it's tomorrow." I informed them all.
"Yeah Cohen we get it." She said with that bitchy tone once more.
I clearly knew she wanted to play games with me. Fine she wants to play huh?
"Ow… what's with your sour sarcasm?" I stuck back pulling her arms as we stood up.
"Oh you want to spar huh…" I said.
"Cohen you're so cheesy!" She shot back trying to figure out the next move I'd give her.
Oh she knew me too well. So as our old routines I started ticking her sides. She kept on laughing as I chased her around the house. I feel bad for the other two that they're not having as much fun as Summer and I are doing right now. I owe Ryan for this and maybe tomorrow's luck will bring Marissa to the pool house more often. But this pillow-tickle fight was too much fun. I think it went on for half an hour before my mom walked through the foyer to see the pillows on the floor. Summer and I found out that Marissa left fifteen minutes earlier as Ryan informed us. She helped me clean up the mess we did and once again sat ourselves on the couch watching Ryan play the ninja game. I would've played alongside Ryan but Summer and I were talking about the places where we hit each other the worst.
"Cohen I need to go. Bye Chino!" she said with sweet sincerity.
Awww… I wanted her to stay so we can continue the sparring act. She looked back at me with her hazel eyes. She knew I was a little disappointed.
"Oh okay… I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't forget The Bait Shop tomorrow. Ok bye Summer." I said half heartedly.
"Bye friend!" She said with her fun-loving voice.
Ouch! That hurt… friends huh? Oooo… I can feel it right now. Fine friends it is then.
"Bye friend…" I said with a tone of distress. That got me out of nowhere. Was that what she really felt for me? If I could see through her eyes and walk in her shoes, high heels to be exact, I wonder how I would I feel. That hurt a lot. It struck me all through the night. I was silent that evening and my parents knew there was something wrong. I tried my best to not show it. Luckily they had the compassion to not talk about it. Ryan too…he knew there was something up with me but he just didn't say anything. That night I thought to myself about what if I had never left? Would we be the same people back before the summer? I wasn't sure anymore. But like I said the past is the past and you couldn't do anything about it. I wished that if she could read my thoughts, I want her to know I was hurt but truthfully I wanted her to feel the same way I still feel about her… more than her friend but her savior.
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