Summary: Seth and Marissa share a brief phone conversation. This act takes places at least a week from "ISBTLACD".
Story Notes: First of all, it should be noted that Captain Oats has been staying with Marissa for a short period of time. Probably since the last act. -- I'm starting to map out a distinct structure and plan. So you may soon notice that I am reaching to some form of ending and yes maybe some romance. I won't lie. Just don't expect them to be making out anytime soon.
Story Title taken from the poem "The Lady's "Yes"" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies;
Guard her by your truthful words
Pure from courtship's flatteries."
Disclaimer: oddsbodkin17 is the queen of witty disclaimers. So I won't even try to live up. I own nothing of value. Not our house (apartment), not our car (it's the banks), and no, not even the characters of The O.C. (They belong to some guy named Josh Schwartz). But I do own my fingers, and this computer I am typing on, and the words in my head that flow through my fingers and on to this screen. Yup, I own all of that. So in other words don't steal my ideas!
Rating: It's as clean as they come.
Feedback Notes: If cash is money can feedback be cash? Hmm, perhaps. With your feedback I can write me some better acts/chapters.
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The phone rang. Seth walked over to the loud buzz and noticed it was from his own phone nestled underneath a stack of comics. He picked it up and answered.
"Seth Cohen man servant at your service."
"Isn't that redundant? Man servant at your service?"
"Marissa hey, what's going on?"
"Not all that much. Julie is running around the house looking for excuses to have conversation with me. I figured if you came by, well them she'd see I am in fact conversing with some one else and she wouldn't try to converse with me, you know? Also Share Bear is being entertained by Captains Oats, but I have no one entertaining me."
"Is that all I'm useful for, being a source of witty entertainment?"
"Hmm, perhaps."
Marissa and Seth smiled with equal timing and at the same time. No sounds were heard on the phone line for a few seconds after. Seth then broke the silence.
"Actually I was on my way out to do an errand or two, but I could be over later," Seth said.
"Yeah, I guess I should catch up with Summer. See what she's up too."
"Cool I'll catch ya later then. Oh and prepare to be taken down. The Jenga master has returned."
"Did you hear that Share Bear and Captain Oats? Seth here says he's the Jenga master. I, however, just think he's delusional. Oh, oh, hear that Seth, they agree with me. They really agree with me."
Seth makes mocking noises
"Hen, hen, Captain Oats is man of few words and his words are usually only conveyed to me. He would never portray our trust like that."
"Well I don't know Seth, he talks to me all the time. And I'm sure he's been putting the moves on Share Bear. I'm a little concerned for her actually. She's such a fragile bear."
"And Pretty..."
"Pretty freaking hot! It's no wonder Oats here can't keep his hoofs off her."
"I was going to say pretty like her master, but you ruined the sentiment. Way to go Marissa," Seth said sarcastically.
"So your saying I'm just pretty, not hot?"
"You bring Alex back to Newport and I'll be happy to discuss this further."
Marissa sighed and wondered if she should let the question go. She ultimately decided its relevance in their growing friendship was minimal, and put it to rest.
"But uh, hey, Marissa, I guess I should freely admit you're pretty freaking hot, don't let anyone convince you other wise. I don't make Cosmo Girl look that sexy based on my own imagination."
Seth sipped on his coffee, and proceeded to move back in his black swivel chair.
Marissa instantly smiled surprised, but happy, he finally responded.
"Well then, now that we have that settled, I'll see you later this afternoon. Oh and Julie's been attempting to cook, so, uh, yeah, I'll order Thai take-out," Marissa said.
"Fine with me. See ya hot stuff."
Marissa released a small laugh. She had a radiant glow that was clearly unintended. Realizing she was in fact on a phone line she dropped her grin, but kept her laugh.
"See ya Seth."
And with that, the conversation has ended.
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