A/N: THANKS SO MUCH LIA FOR COWRITING THIS WITH ME! I've got a good feeling about this one - but hey, don't all writers say that? Soon to be rated R for a little bit more raunchy goodness...so don't kick it off, superior-fanfiction-people...because this one's GOOD (unlike my other stuff, tee hee)...WitchBitch
"Summer...that was amazing." Seth breathed, smiling in his funny little way at Summer, who lay in his uncomfortably restrictive bed.
"Yeah, you'd think so." she said, feeling a strange emptiness inside. Maybe it was because Seth said it every time they spent the night together. I am so in a rut, she thought to herself.
"You mean it wasn't good for you?" he enquired. She sighed.
"No." she lied, but of course it sucked – it was always about him, and how he could feel. If he's ever spent more than ten minutes on foreplay, she was lucky.
"That's good." He said, stroking her silky hair.
Summer used to love that voice; she thought it was sexy. The pre-lovemaking lustful voice. At the moment, it was just another thing that she longed to change. Seth's lips began inching towards hers. She allowed herself to be kissed by him, but she didn't press their lips together with the usual passion.
"What do you want to do now? We can go to the beach..." he kissed her once more. "...Or the movies..." kiss. "Or..." he continued. "We could do that again." He smiled cheekily, and she weakly attempted to smile back, rather than grimace at the idea of another round.
It was common knowledge that things immediately got boring when they were repeated over and over again. Even kisses and sex, if the partner was not very good at it. He saw her unexcited expression. While Seth's mind was on one thing, so was hers, but they were nowhere near the same thing, it was obvious. As his lips touched hers again, she was once again greeted by the unsuspecting plunge in her stomach as her hopes of something more exciting plummeted. I need to escape, she thought.
She stared into his eyes. The eyes that had enchanted her for so long. She saw the affection, the kindness, the love...and every other boring thing he ever felt. If people's minds were open books, Seth's was the sweet, funny book that everyone sort of liked but didn't obsess over, whereas Summer liked to believe she was the padlocked diary with a thousand secrets and a long lost key.
She continued to stare, not quite realising that she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at every boring feature she'd seen a thousand times over, his cute dimple, rumpled hair, big puppy-dog eyes. Boring, boring, boring.
"I need to go. I need to get away." she muttered.
"Summer? What did you say? What's going on?" Seth asked, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking far, far beyond the room with the toy horses and sea breeze blowing through the open window. She ignored the silence of the house, she ignored Ryan's figure brooding in the pool house, a smear among the heavily drawn curtains. He hadn't seen them – he'd had…company. She didn't notice the 'company' either, or the freaky emo band posters on the walls, or the clothes strewn across the floor. She was seeing it, yet not at all – she was seeing the bigger picture.
"I need to go. I need to get away." she muttered.
"Summer? What did you say? What's going on?" Seth looked concerned.
"I'm fine, just fine." She said – then her phone began to trill, "Oh, I'd better get that." She leapt out of the bed like the satin sheets were burning her skin.
"You never answer your phone when we're together." he said wistfully, propping himself up and staring at her like a complex physics problem, "What makes now any different?"
"You wouldn't understand." Summer held the blanket close to her warm skin, her hand scrabbling furiously for the machine that was emitting the little bleep sounds. She swore, her voice muffled from the angle she stood as she found the phone.
"Uh, hi, Dad." she said into the phone, "Ah, you need me home? Well, when? Right now? Um, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Oh, fine Dad, I'm coming."
"What is it, Summer?" Seth asked as Summer hung up the phone and began pulling her clothes on.
"Dad has an emergency of some sort." she said, pulling on her expensive top, "Gotta dash, I love you." She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared in a flurry of French coffee, cherry lip-gloss and sex appeal.
Seth decided to get dressed as Summer had fled. He shuffled out of the bed and felt something jab into his shoulder blade. He rolled over and picked up the offending item. It was his mobile phone resting under the blankets in the spot where Summer's hand had been a second ago.
MISSED CALL - SUMMER MOBILE, glared up at his screen. Then it hit him - Summer had rung her mobile from his own phone, to get away.
"But why did you need to run?" he muttered to himself, "Are you bored, Summer?"
But he was all alone, and no one could answer that question for him.
A/N: I have to go to bed now so I haven't read through it - just gotta hope it comes out good!
WitchBitch
