Summer sat there for a couple hours, her mind heavy with thought. The walls in her small, poorly decorated hotel room felt like they were closing in on her. The air was stuffy, thick with emotion. She just needed to escape. She left the room without another thought, she leaving behind, her shoes, wallet, cell phone, her key even; the only thing that really mattered was that she free herself.
The cool air felt good on Summer's face, as she found herself slowly walking toward the beach, and the sand was a welcome change from the pavement. She didn't know how long she was walked, or how far along the beach she went, her mind was empty, the only thing she heard were the waves crashing against the sand, and the soft noise of her footsteps as she walked.
Coming across an old log, Summer sat down, she staring at the ocean, as she hugged her arms to her petite body- maybe she should have brought a coat, Summer thought to herself. Her thoughts however, were interrupted as her favorite "English bitch", as she had called her earlier, appeared on the beach. Their eyes met, as Paris walked closer, but they both remained silent until Paris sat down on the log next to Summer on the log.
"So. . I reckon you've talked to Seth." Paris began. Picking up a stick, she began to make designs in the sand.
"yup. ." Summer said, unsure if she wanted to talk about it so soon.
"You shouldn't hate Olivia, it's not her fault." Paris said simply, as if she could read Summer's mind.
"Why can't I, she's basically perfect, with that body, and the hair and the looks. . she can get any guy she wanted but no. . she had to choose mine." Summer replied, said sounding like a spoiled child. Paris smirked at her, only further enraging Summer.
"You really don't know anything do you?" Paris said asked bluntly.
"Excuse Me?" Summer was not accustomed to people talking to her like that, she was always the sassy one, the one who one arguments, not the person who just sat on the log and listened.
"She is far from perfect- she's like any other girl, in fact you're off allot better than she is- believe me." Paris said explained as she dropped her stick. Summer just laughed.
"Yeah right, she is a fucking model slash actress, she's beautiful and smart, everyone loves her. . what does she have to be so worried about?"
" She has abandonment issues, her father left the family when she was just a baby, her mother was well off, but always jet setting, leaving Olivia home with the nanny- When she got older she would do anything for people to like her- for them to stay. She takes so much crap just because she can't stand the thought of being alone." Summer stayed quiet, it sounded like her own life story, she had never really thought about it.
"She's worried sick right now, you know. She thinks you hate her, that you could never forgive her. She's just so fragile right now- Thank god that she called Seth before me." Paris says continued, burying her feet deep into the sand.
"How so?" Summer asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"Well, I would have just yelled about him being an ass, and that she should have dumped him weeks ago blah blah blah. But Seth is just so patient and understanding. While he may be whiny, ramble allot and constantly play video games, he is so dependable. Once he makes a friend he doesn't lose them, he protects them like no other. It's too bad it didn't work out romantically for us"
"WHAT?" Summer says exclaimed, a tad more dramatically than she had intended meant it to be.
"Seth and I broke up." Paris said simply, while she keeping a stoic look on her face, while her heart was smiling. Summer was easy to work with; all Paris had to do was mention Seth's name and she blushed, this would be the easiest wing man job Paris had ever had- Seth would definitely owe her big time for this, she thought to herself.
"Oh really! Umm. . . that's too bad what happened?" Summer asked, trying to keep the excitement from her voice, and failing terribly.
"You know what Summer, I'm not gonna lie- I just can't compete with you."
"Compete with me?" Summer asked playing dumb- she understood perfectly, she just wanted to hear Paris say it again.
"He's still in love with you- always has been, It's sweet, in a way."
A comfortable silence consumed the pair, both thinking their own thoughts.
"Well it's pretty late," Summer said jumping up from the log, " I should probably head back- I have to you know go over some stuff- I'll talk to you later," She said quickly, she was really going to go apologize to Seth, she just hoped that he would forgive her.
The entire walk back to the hotel room, scenarios ran through Summer's head; Seth would engulf her in his strong arms, and guide her to his bed where they would make sweet passionate love for all hours of the night. In another they would embrace softly, before a long romantic kiss- It was Needless to say that every option guaranteed some action for Seth and Summer.
She soon found herself in front of the hotel, glancing at her watch she noticed that it was 7, and that the front office was now open, and making coffee as part of their 'continental breakfast'. She smiled as she jogged up the stairs to his room, she knocking on the door loudly.
No one answered. She tried again and again, with no avail. She ran down to the front desk, "Excuse me sir, do you know if the man in number 214 is in his room?"
"No miss, Mr. Cohen checked out about 45 minutes ago- I'm sorry," he added as he noticed the sad look on her face.
"Maybe it just isn't meant to be," Summer said to herself as she walked back to her room. Luckily she arrived just as the maid began to clean her room saving her from having to wait for the front desk man to unlock her door. The plump black haired woman looked surprised to see the pretty young girl with such sad eyes, Rosa was unsure how the girl was going to react, many of the guest would yell or become upset if they found her cleaning. Summer was one of them, or at least she used to be, now everything felt different, that's what Seth Cohen would do to you. Summer just sat on the bed her eyes once again focused on that ugly green carpet. She looked up at the housekeeper, and after reading her nametag asked,
"Rosa, have you ever had your heart broken?"
Okay children there it is. . lol sorry for it being short . . . I apologize! Lol I love your reviews even though I got a slightly mean one I can live with it. . . lol I'm tuff I can handle it. Okay a couple people have mentioned it but I should probably ask. . . do you want some RM? Let me know.
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Would you Rather. . .
Live with Julie Cooper or Caleb Nicol?
Wear only pink or only brown?
Watch TV forever or Listen to Music forever?
. . . yes forever!
Kenzie: Julie, because she would be more interesting than an old man. Pink no contest- lol. I would rather watch tv all day, bc than I could still watch the OC and I could watch MTV and such to listen well watch music videos! HA that was sneaky I know
