Narration is an easy job, as I know. Merely a story teller, it's not my job to persuade or influence your decision, as you've already made up your mind. It's my job to merely tell my story of these love lost teens, and their misadventures, and yes…Newport is always this dramatic.
It's Hard to come back to somewhere you've left. Especially if you left for love. Even if you never got a chance, Leaving for love is the worst cause.
He Left because of Summer, Her addiction for breaking hearts took its toll on him. Eventually, He was given no other choice than to leave her. Although she swore she loved him, he knew she lied. That "I love you" just wasn't enough. And love was no excuse to put yourself through that much pain.
Finally the emotional fireworks of Newport, made themselves known to Seth's drifting mind, as his home town slowly crept along the horizon. Dusk was covering the coast and slowly sucking the color out of the world. By the time he reached shore, It would be pitch black. Fitting really. It Had been a fair few months since his departure. He never thought much could change in a few months, until Ryan arrived, and plunged his life into seemingly endless drama. This wasn't bitter. The excitement was welcomed, although once he left, it was rarely missed. Finally he reached the marina.
Sleepily mooring Summer Breeze. He sat on the dock and dangled his legs off the edge. Kicking the concrete and watching barnacles fall as he shattered their shells. He took out a smoke and lit it. He wasn't fond of smoking; It was just a habit that came about whilst in a stressed state of mind. He had no addiction, but still he had no intention of quitting. Slowly watching shapes form and quickly disappear in the small nicotine cloud appearing slowly above his head. He pondered the importance of people in his life, like the beautiful shapes in his smoke, they made exits and entrances, he wondered who had always been there, and who left in flights of fancy. After all, after less than three hundred and sixty five days of having a brother and a best friend, Ryan left with his responsibilities and consequences, and wasn't coming back.
A Noise disrupted his thoughts. It Sounded like gagging. After closer inspection it was clearly a girl vomiting. Ever Chivalrous, the smoking boy rose and followed his ears. It was his friend Greg's boat, One of his friends he met through sailing, not enough to tell his secrets too, not enough to ignore if they met at the marina. You know the type. Placing a foot on board, steadied himself and crawled onto the deck. On the other side of the cabin, There slumped Marissa Cooper, Vomiting her heart and soul into the ocean. She looked up to see Seth. A Glowing stick in his hand, dressed all in black.
"Well there's something I didn't expect to see." She smiled.
"Ditto. Thanks for the welcome wagon". He smiled back sarcastically. She Heaved again. And he slowly moved to her side, drew back her hair, and sat down with a soft thud on the white deck. His eyes wandered as he tried to avoid the smell of vomit, and he saw and empty bottle of vodka lying in a pile of clothes.
"Old habits die hard." He whispered. Exactly what he wrote on the note to Summer before he left. Her Habits of using and abusing men seemed the hardest to break. Ironically, Seth clung further to his cigarette and exhaled slowly, watching the ever-present shapes that reminded him of life's characters.
"What?" she questioned, wiping her mouth, and slowly slumping down next to Seth. He opened his packet of smokes and pushed one forward with his thumb, she declined with a shake of her head and he silently slipped it back in.
"I see You've been reacquainted with our old friend Vodka".
"How astute". She seemed calm and appeared different to Seth. She had more grace than before, despite the fact she was periodically vomiting, she had a mature beauty around her, Seth hadn't picked up on this before. Seth had been gone an entire summer, which was more than enough time for everything to have turned around completely. Appearances have changed too. Seth having grown, filled out slightly, Still slim, just more toned than before. His face looked older, Merely from a summer of heart break, late nights and being alone. Marissa's hair was darker, and she no longer looked like the girl next door, she was a woman now, and it was obvious.
Upon further inspection of the boat it was clear a lot of Marissa's things were scattered there.
"Have you been living here?" he questioned, an evident tone of concern in his voice.
"Just for a few nights, no one knows I'm here. I just needed to escape from things"
"And it looks like you're escaping oh so well" he said in the trademark Cohen way.
"At least I fucking didn't run away," She said bitterly.
"I'll that one go for now coop." He said slightly taken aback.
"I don't know what to do!" she started crying and threw herself at a bewildered Seth, who took her into his chest with an arm. He slowly edged back into the open cabin with her, and fell on the padding she cradled into him. Tired from the journey and his view of the stars, and the exceptionally beautiful lady slowly rising and falling on his chest, they both fell asleep. In the first loving hug either had received for quite some time.