Title: When It All Just Fits
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Obviously, its not ours.
Summary: Summer, scared at the intensity of her relationship with Seth, left him four years ago. Since then she's been all over Europe. Finally, four years later, she wants to return home to Seth. Funny when she does, he's engaged. Not like that's going to stop Summer.
Author's Note: Ok, things are getting more dramatic, now so the more reveiws you leave, the faster we will update.
"No one will ever know it, if I keep my mouth shut tight." -Guster
Summer woke up the next morning to the horrifying sound of a car door closing. She was still lying outside, next to the pool and Seth. And she was still basically naked.
She knew there was a huge downside to having sex outside and falling asleep there. She considered her options. It could be Kirsten and Sandy, back from Laguna Beach and ready to host a brunch. That would be slightly embarassing, but not too bad. It could be Ryan and Marissa, something they would never live down. Or it could be….
"Seth?" called out a sickeningly familiar voice. "Why is the pool house door open?"
Molly. Of course. She was lingering in the side yard, but in seconds, she would round the corner and catch them. Summer was tempted to stay there, pretending to be asleep and let her catch them.
But she didn't. She sprinted, naked, for the door, and left Seth to explain to Molly exactly why he was outside, basically naked.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower. She put on a Lacoste polo shirt and a flouncy Diane Von Furstenberg skirt. She threw on some flip flops, some Ralph Lauren romance, and started to head downstairs for the brunch.
Why the hell you needed a brunch like, twelve hours before your engagment party, which was three days before your rehersal dinner was beyond Summer's comprehension and pissing her off.
She almost walked out the door of Seth's room, when he walked in.
"Thank you."
"Anytime." She snapped.
"Ok, you're angry. Why?" He asked. She sighed. He was always so patient with her. When she was doing everything she could to wear down his defenses and stop this marriage. She suddenly felt childish and cheap.
"Because this is ridiculous Cohen." She said miserably. "There are a dozen and a half people outside in the breakfast nook because you're getting married."
He stared at her.
"And we're doing this. And we can't talk about it. And I'm starting to wonder what this is really about."
"You think it's about sex?" he asked, his tone flat.
"You haven't given me a reason to think that it's not." She pointed out. He opened his mouth to fight back, but he had nothing to say. He didn't want her to think this was just a sexual thing, because it wasn't. But he was getting married.
"Summer, I don't know what to tell you."
"You never do. Because we're sleeping together, and your fiancee is down there in some cable knit Chanel sweater, thinking everything is fine. But this is not normal Seth, and you cant ever say anything."
"I don't know what you want me to say Summer." Seth said.
He couldn't look at her. She didn't look anything like her usual vixen self anymore. She looked vulnerable. "I want you to tell me why we're doing this." She said, sounding desperate. "I just want to know what there is between us."
"Right now, you want too much Summer."
"That's not fair Seth."
"Summer! You're the one who came back here. What did you think was going to happen?"
"I don't know. I got a voice mail from Marissa, and she said you were getting married, and I didn't even think. I just got here. Honestly, I guess I didn't even expect this to happen. But it did, and I need to know why."
He opened his mouth, started to speak and the instantly faltered.
She laughed bitterly. "Right." She said. "But it's not just about sex." She turned and stormed down stairs. Seth, suddenly angered by her assumptions followed her hastily.
They reached the brunch table to suspiciuous looks and sat in the last two availsble seats. Next to each other.
Ryan thought this thing would never be over. He had given up paying attention to the brunch and was now quizzically watching Seth and Summer. They had obviously had some kind of fight, because neither of them was being too subtle about anger right now.
All of a sudden, Summer got a really strange look on her face and sat up ramrod straight. Ryan raised his eyebrows at her. He cast a sidelong glance at Marissa who staring off into space somewhere.
He turned his inquisitive gaze back to Summer who, upon meeting his eyes, turned am incriminating shade of bright red.
Ryan picked up his water glass and took a sip, contemplating. All of a sudden it hit him. 'He wouldn't'. Ryan thought, looking directly at Seth. Or maybe he would.
After a period of time of Ryan feeling really grossed out, Seth looking smug and Summer just looking uncomfortable, Ryan had to confirm his suspicions. He heard Summer coughing, so he purposely threw his napkin on the ground, and ducked under the table to retrieve it. Just in time to see Seth withdraw his hand from under Summer's skirt.
He slowly place his napkin back on the table, looking disgusted. Seth smirked at him, and Summer turned, if possible, a deeper shade of red. Ryan rolled his eyes at them.
He watched ina combination of horror and amusement as Summer turned her rage black out-esqe glare on Seth, then excused herself and left the table, walking shakily back inside.