Chapter 18 – In My Room
Seth's room was surprisingly tidy for a teenager. There were no used and potentially smelly clothes lying forlornly on the floor. There was no large pile of discarded rubbish spilling over the rarely emptied bin in the corner. There was no bizarrely sticky dust-covered stain seaming slowly into the carpet. There was no poster of a provocatively dressed celebrity female lying lovingly over the red bonnet of a mouth-wateringly beautiful top-of-the-range Ferrari and staring out with disinterest through her thick make-up pinned up on the wall. Instead the posters adorning Seth's room held visions of his favourite bands with the black crow of Death Cab holding place above his bed. His bed was neatly made and in the middle of the road up against a wall. Opposite his bed sat his desk upon which was placed a deliciously stream-lined Apple Macintosh with its slink white curves matched by the iPod lying by its side. The windows were hidden by a drawn set of curtains and the light in the room emancipated from the hanging light above the bed. It was into this pristinely clean room that Seth and Summer burst. The door flung open above the weight of their two bodies pressed up against. Seth was up against the door and therefore fell to the ground first. Summer following after him as a result had a rather soft landing; Seth did not.
"Ow!" He said with pain. "That's going to leave a mark." He reached down to his left buttock and rubbed in an attempt to relieve himself of the pain.
Summer stopped kissing him, looked down at where he was rubbing, and let out a laugh.
"It's not funny." Seth said seriously then he thought for a moment. "Okay, it's a little funny but you shouldn't laugh. I wouldn't laugh if you fell and hurt your butt. I would probably just stare and maybe…"
"Cohen!" She interrupted.
"Summer? He asked.
"Be quiet." She said softly moving her mouth against his.
"Summer." He said between kisses. "Summer. We. Have. To. Talk."
She eventually broke off with the passionate embrace upon hearing the last word leaving Seth to reach towards with his lips. "I didn't mean now." He said desperately.
"You're right." She said.
"Great." He said reaching towards her again with his lips.
She looked down at him then moved her legs off his body, got up, and started to walk up and down. "What are we doing?" She asked.
"Well Summer, when a boy likes a girl, or in this case, when a girl likes a boy…" He explained.
She stared at him through serious eyes. He stopped talking.
"Are we really going to do this?" She asked.
Seth looked her straight in the eyes. "You don't want too?"
Summer looked down at her feet. "I don't know."
Seth thought for a moment then smiled to himself. "You know, a couple of months ago I would have given anything just for to look in my direction and now I can't imagine not being with you."
"Are you saying it's all or nothing?" She asked with a breaking voice.
"I'm saying I like you. A lot. I presume you like me as well…" He said trailing the last word.
Summer nodded.
"Then let's just take it from there. Okay?" Seth said with an encouraging smile.
Summer looked into his eyes and couldn't help but smile. She leant in and kissed him. "Okay." She kissed him again. "We should go. Marissa and Ryan are probably wondering about us." Summer said making her way to the door.
"I hope not, the perverts." Seth said heading towards the door as well. "Anyway, I'm sure they both have their hands full." Summer shot him a sharp look. "Metaphorically speaking."
"Sure." Summer said with a smile.
"Oh, and by the way, that's my bed." Seth said pointing in the direction of his bed.
"Really Cohen?" She asked with pretend surprise.
"Just thought you should know." He said.
"Uh-huh." She nodded.
"Bed, Summer. Summer, bed. Best to get acquainted early because I feel you're going to have a long relationship together." He said.
"All right, let's go Casanova." She said.