Deeply
Ryan Atwood & Summer Roberts
"The O.C." Fan fiction
Written by Ka3na
Disclaimer: The O.C. is non mine.
Chapter One : The Morning After
The Cohen pool house was almost transparent, like most. Ryan Atwood has been caught many times in compromising positions with Marissa Cooper. He was bright, but not very smart when it came to locking the door. At times the room was dim, when the window drapes were actually used. A ray of sunlight shined towards Ryan's closed eyes. He squinted and quickly grabbed the pillow to shield his vision.
"Ouch,"
Ryan had grabbed the pillow that Summer Roberts was resting on. He quickly turned, to find a view of a naked Summer, resting on her chest, lying on his bed, just a few inches away from him. He then noticed that his hand was holding onto her own. "Summer… you awake?" Ryan asked, tapping her shoulder as he sat up. She opened her eyes with confusion. Right away, she knew she wasn't to be where she was. She felt her hand holding onto someone else. She felt naked, and she was. It was only part of her bottom back that was covered with the blanket. She slowly turned to find Ryan Atwood staring at her.
"Shit!" Summer grabbed most of the blanket, sat up and turned to Ryan.
"Morning," Ryan greeted.
"Oh. Fuckin-- Damn it!" she exclaimed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and quickly putting them back on. "Where's my other pair of stilettos? Do you see it there?" Summer asked in a hurry.
Ryan looked at a hyped Summer, scratching his brow with his middle and index fingers. He turned, his feet landing on the floor. He closed his eyes, sighing, before getting up to put his clothes back on. He picked up his shirt, and found Summer's other pair of shoe. He walked to the other side of the bed and handed it to her. They both sat down right beside each other. As Summer put her shoes on, Ryan buttoned up his polo shirt. She rested her hands on her thighs and breathed heavily. She stared, silently, for awhile at the mirror that she saw her own reflection in. The reflection of Ryan turning to her.
"I just slept with my boyfriend's best friend," Summer confessed, still looking at her reflection. "No-no, better yet-- I just slept with my boyfriend's brother," now turning to Ryan.
"Summer," Ryan spoke, putting his hand over hers. "It's gonna be okay."
"Will you stop it! Do you have any idea how much I've fucked this whole thing up?" Summer stood up. "Just, don't even…" she walked away, letting her words trail off.
"Damn it!" Ryan yelled, once Summer left. He pressed the heels of his wrists on his forehead as realization of what had happened began to pour in his head. He remembered why he should've been as hysteric as Summer was. It wasn't the fact that they just slept with each other. It was the fact that…
He lifted his head up, from the sound of Summer walking back in and closing the door behind her. Ryan remembered Summer wearing that same long, sleeveless black dress from the night before. She looked at Ryan, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Ryan stood up and began walking towards her. He paused, once Summer spoke.
"And… I wasn't even drunk," she whispered. Tears began forming in her eyes. She inhaled and forced a slight smile to Ryan, which led him to continue his way to her. "God, I'm getting married to Seth in three days," she cried, her body slowly sliding on the floor. Summer pulled her knees up to her chest. Her body began to shudder, constantly, as she began to find it harder to breathe. Ryan quickly got on his knees and took Summer into his arms and held her deeply.