He'll Be Back
Chapter eleven
Meanwhile on the beach Summer and Marissa sat in their chairs. "Want another beer?" Marissa asked opening the cooler.
"No thanks, I feel really sick after just this one."
"Light weight," Marissa said grabbing a beer and popping the cap.
"You know how I could pound them back,"
"I think could is the operative word, ever since you've been with Seth you haven't hit up the parties,"
"I miss it," Summer whined.
"Then drag Seth to one of the beach houses this weekend."
"I will," Summer said standing up. "Coop I have to go find a bathroom, I really don't feel well."
"I would come but I've got to watch the stuff,"
Summer shrugged and walked shakily towards the bathroom.
Seth and Ryan returned moments later with chips and a pizza.
"Where did Summer go?" Seth asked sitting in her chair and grabbing a beer.
"She went to the bathroom." Marissa said after a pause, "She wasn't feeling well."
"Here man," Seth said handing Ryan his partly consumed beer. He got up and headed to the bathrooms.
"Shit, Seth looks like a lobster," Marissa said watching him walk away.
"I told him that," Ryan said climbing into Summer's chair and leaning over the cooler to kiss Marissa.
"Summer?" Seth called into the women's room earning disapproving stares from mothers' with young girls who stood inside.
"Cohen, get out of the girl's bathroom," Summer yelled from inside a stall.
"I am not technically inside the bathroom, I'm waiting in the door way." Seth called looking down at the threshold that his stood on.
"You dumb ass," Summer said stepping out of the stall and walking to the sink. She washed her hands and fixed her hair in the mirror. Seth held out his arm for her and she linked her elbow into his.
"Feeling better?" He asked looking at profile.
"Yea, " She said softly looking straight ahead.
"Did you have to go number two?" Seth asked playfully poking her stomach.
"No you idiot I had to throw up," Summer yelled slapping his hand.
"Do you have a bug? I am I going to get it?" Seth asked rapidly.
"I don't know what's wrong with me I haven't been feeling good for a few days."
"So do you think I'll get it?" Seth asked again.
"No I don't think so," She said leaning her head against his chest.
"Good, good I hate being sick," he said patting her hair with his hand.
Summer punched him in his gut. "You think I like it?"
"Sorry, I just meant…you know… I am glad we won't both be sick so that I can nurse you back to health,"
"Nice cover, Cohen, it is probably just from the beer anyway. Speaking of beer, I want to go to a party this weekend."
"I'm not going to one at least until college, nothing good ever happens at high school parties in Newport."
"Seth, I am going with or without you, and I will be consuming intoxicants and who knows who I'll sleep with."
"You win, I'll be there,"
"That's what I thought," she said smiling as they walked back to their spot on the beach.
As the sunset the four friends walked back to Marissa's jeep. They shook the sand out of the towels and dumped the water from the melted ice out of the cooler. "No one even went in the water," Seth commented.
"The water is so yuck, it is dirty and salty." Summer explained.
"So you go to the beach to sit on the hot sand all day?"
"If we wanted to swim we all have pools," Marissa chimed in.
They pulled up to the Cohen's house and unloaded the car.
"Goodnight," Marissa said to Summer holding Ryan's hand.
"You sleeping over?" Seth asked, earning a sharp blow to the gut from Summer's elbow.
"We'll see," Marissa laughed, shutting the door behind her as she was led to the pool house.
"So Cohen do you have any plans tonight?" Summer asked with deep hopeful eyes.
"Well it depends if you plan on worshiping the porcelain goddess all night, because in that case yes I do. I will be sleeping soundly in my own bed."
"I was planning on having crazy sex all night, but I guess I could just watch the Valley episodes that I TVIOed."
"You're really twisting my arm," Seth said running up the stairs and returning moments later with a messenger bag full of clothes.
"You're so obedient," Summer said as she walked to her car with Seth in tow.
Summer's house was pitch black as the silver BMW pulled into the garage.
"So no one home?" Seth asked looking at the covered cars of various sizes.
"They are probably out to dinner," Summer said unlocking the door that led directly into the kitchen, "Want anything to eat?"
"Have you ever known me to turn down food?" Seth asked shocked.
Summer poked around in the cabinets and Seth opened the right door of the subzero, he was shocked to find it nearly empty. There was a container of Tropicana, condiments in the door and a pizza box. "You can have that," Summer said looking over. She held a package of double stuffed Oreos in her hand and popped one into her mouth. Seth grabbed a cold slice and followed Summer up the stairs.
Seth crouched over Summer kissing her. His pizza lay forgotten on her desk by her flowers. Summer grabbed Seth's collar and pulled him to the bed in an attempt to trade positions.
"Jesus Christ, Summer" Seth yelped as his back hit the bed.
" What you don't like being man handled?" Summer asked cocking her head to one side.
" My skin feels like it is being wiped off my back." Seth whined pulling off his shirt carefully. He turned over onto his stomach and Summer gasped.
"Shit head, why didn't you put on sun block?"
"I recall you having to do something with it," Seth shot back.
"Poor baby," Summer cooed as she ran her hands over his hot back. " I'll be right back."
Summer returned with a glass of ice cubes and some aloe. She put a piece of ice on his back and laughed as he screamed and withered. "You wimp,"
"Do you have any Tylenol?" Seth moaned as she worked aloe over his back.
"I can do you one better," She said disappearing and returning with four white capsules. "This house has no shortage of painkillers."
Seth lay on the bed an hour later with a goofy smile. "I feel fabulous," he said illustrating his point with a waving of his arms.
"I may have given you too many," Summer said laughing at him.
She kissed him briefly but backed, "I can't feel my lips," he said pulling at them as further proof.
"Can you feel this?" She asked putting her hands into his boxers.
"Nope, but I wish I could,"
"Think that you could get it up?" Summer asked hopefully.
" My real bones feel like putty, there is no way that I could harden Junior for you."
"So much for my night," Summer said disappointed.
"Hey, you're the one who fed me those pills,"
"You're the one who got sun burnt." Summer yelled.
They lay with their backs on the wall. Seth smiled and a bead of spit dropped onto his stomach. He put his hand under the sheet and Summer laughed.
"Yeah right, like you're fingers could move fast enough right now,"
"It's the thought that counts. "
"Yeah it is," Summer said grabbing his hand and pulling it under the sheet again.