Author's Note: So it's been a month since I updated. I have started an
update a few times and gotten annoyed with my update. I really think I a
suck at multichapter stories so bear with me. I do plan on continuing this
because I do like this story. It just might take awhile. Thanks so much
and please please please review!
The Valley. I don't see what the big deal with this show is. It seems like all the girls in Newport watch this show. I can not count the amount of times I walk into class on a Thursday and hear giggles erupting from countless girls' mouths as they gush on and on about this damn show. I just never thought Summer one of them. I then feel like slapping myself for believing she was different. I mean she is just like the rest of the Newport girls, or atleast she is on the outside. On this inside, I know there is more to Summer Roberts than what she lets on. I am suddenly reminded of a flashback to when I first arrived here, and Seth tried to tell me the same thing. I distinctly remember rolling my eyes when I realized the drunk and slutty was the same Summer that he was referring to. The girl is just a mystery.
"Ryan, did you just see that?" Summer asks turning around to look at me.
There are tears gleaming at the corner of her eyes, and I really want to wipe them away. Instead I wipe my hands on my pants and swallow my saliva.
"Na, I wasn't paying attention," I manage to answer without oogling her too much.
I feel like a damn preschooler. I've never been this way around girls before. Usually I say something witty if I say anything at all, and then they pounce on me and we fuck and it's over. They do it differently in Newport. Sure at the parties, it's the same only fancier clothes are ripped off and the sex takes place in nicer cars, but the actual relationships are different. The difference is that they are actually relationships, which revolve around feelings and dates and emotions. I'm just not good with those kinds of things.
"Ryan, did you hear me?" Summer asks waving her hand in front of my face.
I blink surprised. "What? No. What did you say?" I slur my words together. I doubt she even understood what I said.
She glances at the clock nervously before repeating her question. "Can I stay the night?"
She glances down at her hands, and I amazed to see Summer appear unsure of herself. I want to capture the moment because I don't think I have ever seen her look so beautiful. I feel like running my hand down her cheek and then across her body until it comes in contact with her twiddling fingers. I feel like grabbing them with my own, and telling her she should never wear makeup again because the natural Summer is the real Summer. I can almost imagine the laughter, which is so rarely comes, escaping my lips as she'd playfully shove me while telling me I'm being ridiculous. This movie happening in my head seems so real, so vivid, that I have to blink and take a moment just to make sure it is not true.
It is at the time that I am brought back to reality. I glance at the clock on the wall and am surprised to see it is 11:24. It seems that we have been watching The Valley dvd for a few hours. To me it seemed like moments. Had I not grown up under the circumstances that I did, and had I not known that her parents are never home; I'd question her asking to stay the night. For a split second I consider the Cohen's reactions to Summer staying the night before quickly dismissing it. It wouldn't matter to me. I nod showing her that it's fine with me.
I get up from my bed and head over to the chair that my jacket is lying on. Taking a pack of cigarettes from the pocket, I speak up:
"It's fine. I'll get some blankets and shit after I smoke. You take the bed, and I'll take the floor." I don't say anything else.
Instead I leave her there in my room and head outside to fill my lungs with nicotine and clear my head. I feel stupid for liking Summer, and as I sit there breathing in the smoke I make a decision. Tomorrow, I will stop liking Summer Roberts. I quickly think of possible ways to get over her, and only one sounds like it work. In order to get over her, I need to get another girl. I need to pursue someone else. She would need to be someone entirely different from Summer. I put my cigarette out and head back inside to get my cell phone because I have the perfect girl in mind to relieve myself.
As I step inside the pool house, I notice Summer curled up in my bed fast asleep. Her mouth is slightly open and a small snoring sound can be heard. I want to burst out laughing but don't want to wake her. I walk over to the closet on the other side of the room and get a blanket out. I quietly walk over to her and cover her with the blanket. As I place it on her body, I can feel her trembling and am happy I thought to cover her up. I sit there a few minutes watching her sleep.
I glance at my watch and am surprised to see that thirty minutes have passed. It is now almost 12:30. I have school tomorrow and should get to sleep but know I won't be able to with Summer asleep in my room. Instead I resume looking for my cell phone and head outside to make a phone call and smoke another much needed cigarette.
TBC...
Oh and for the record I was not planning on Ryan pursuing another girl. It just kind of happened as I was writing, and I think it fits with his character.
The Valley. I don't see what the big deal with this show is. It seems like all the girls in Newport watch this show. I can not count the amount of times I walk into class on a Thursday and hear giggles erupting from countless girls' mouths as they gush on and on about this damn show. I just never thought Summer one of them. I then feel like slapping myself for believing she was different. I mean she is just like the rest of the Newport girls, or atleast she is on the outside. On this inside, I know there is more to Summer Roberts than what she lets on. I am suddenly reminded of a flashback to when I first arrived here, and Seth tried to tell me the same thing. I distinctly remember rolling my eyes when I realized the drunk and slutty was the same Summer that he was referring to. The girl is just a mystery.
"Ryan, did you just see that?" Summer asks turning around to look at me.
There are tears gleaming at the corner of her eyes, and I really want to wipe them away. Instead I wipe my hands on my pants and swallow my saliva.
"Na, I wasn't paying attention," I manage to answer without oogling her too much.
I feel like a damn preschooler. I've never been this way around girls before. Usually I say something witty if I say anything at all, and then they pounce on me and we fuck and it's over. They do it differently in Newport. Sure at the parties, it's the same only fancier clothes are ripped off and the sex takes place in nicer cars, but the actual relationships are different. The difference is that they are actually relationships, which revolve around feelings and dates and emotions. I'm just not good with those kinds of things.
"Ryan, did you hear me?" Summer asks waving her hand in front of my face.
I blink surprised. "What? No. What did you say?" I slur my words together. I doubt she even understood what I said.
She glances at the clock nervously before repeating her question. "Can I stay the night?"
She glances down at her hands, and I amazed to see Summer appear unsure of herself. I want to capture the moment because I don't think I have ever seen her look so beautiful. I feel like running my hand down her cheek and then across her body until it comes in contact with her twiddling fingers. I feel like grabbing them with my own, and telling her she should never wear makeup again because the natural Summer is the real Summer. I can almost imagine the laughter, which is so rarely comes, escaping my lips as she'd playfully shove me while telling me I'm being ridiculous. This movie happening in my head seems so real, so vivid, that I have to blink and take a moment just to make sure it is not true.
It is at the time that I am brought back to reality. I glance at the clock on the wall and am surprised to see it is 11:24. It seems that we have been watching The Valley dvd for a few hours. To me it seemed like moments. Had I not grown up under the circumstances that I did, and had I not known that her parents are never home; I'd question her asking to stay the night. For a split second I consider the Cohen's reactions to Summer staying the night before quickly dismissing it. It wouldn't matter to me. I nod showing her that it's fine with me.
I get up from my bed and head over to the chair that my jacket is lying on. Taking a pack of cigarettes from the pocket, I speak up:
"It's fine. I'll get some blankets and shit after I smoke. You take the bed, and I'll take the floor." I don't say anything else.
Instead I leave her there in my room and head outside to fill my lungs with nicotine and clear my head. I feel stupid for liking Summer, and as I sit there breathing in the smoke I make a decision. Tomorrow, I will stop liking Summer Roberts. I quickly think of possible ways to get over her, and only one sounds like it work. In order to get over her, I need to get another girl. I need to pursue someone else. She would need to be someone entirely different from Summer. I put my cigarette out and head back inside to get my cell phone because I have the perfect girl in mind to relieve myself.
As I step inside the pool house, I notice Summer curled up in my bed fast asleep. Her mouth is slightly open and a small snoring sound can be heard. I want to burst out laughing but don't want to wake her. I walk over to the closet on the other side of the room and get a blanket out. I quietly walk over to her and cover her with the blanket. As I place it on her body, I can feel her trembling and am happy I thought to cover her up. I sit there a few minutes watching her sleep.
I glance at my watch and am surprised to see that thirty minutes have passed. It is now almost 12:30. I have school tomorrow and should get to sleep but know I won't be able to with Summer asleep in my room. Instead I resume looking for my cell phone and head outside to make a phone call and smoke another much needed cigarette.
TBC...
Oh and for the record I was not planning on Ryan pursuing another girl. It just kind of happened as I was writing, and I think it fits with his character.