Summary- In the resolution of Marissa's death, Seth and Summer make their
own mistakes, and now are left with the conflict themselves.
Authors Note- Still don't own anything. Except Lilly, and whoever else may come along. Enjoy.
Prologue
The front door opened, and the two stepped inside. The clothes on their bodies reflected the looks on their faces, walking was a challenge all it's own. They sat across from one another, one of the coffee table and the other on one of the bean bag chairs. Each stared down at their knees before one was daring enough to speak.
"It really was a beautiful ceremony" Seth didn't know what else to say.
Summer nodded, "that's Julie Cooper for you" she paused, "no one should have to bury their own child. And I don't think she was happy, only because she thinks Ryan had something to do with it".
Seth shrugged, "is she taking Lillian?".
"I hope not. Ryan's taking her back to California later tonight. Julie is going too, so whatever happens, we'll hear about it in some post card".
He leaned back, laying across the table, "poor Ryan" he muttered, "shouldn't you be on that flight too?".
"It was sold out. I was going to ask if I could stay here for a few more days, but I can find a hotel".
Seth shot back upwards, "no, stay here" he then realized how fast the words came out, "I mean, it's fine with me. I've got work, but no, I don't mind".
She wasn't in the mood for an argument, or pretending to be coincident- rare as that was, "okay...thanks".
"Better than being alone".
"Being here with me is actually better than being alone? Whoa, talk about drastic change in events".
Seth felt his complexion changing, "Summer, I don't hate you, convincing as we have made it look since high school...and most of high school. To be honest, I don't even know why we acted so mature, but either way, it's getting old. Maybe now, since Marissa's gone, we should cut the shit".
He beat her to that one, and without sounding as rehearsed as she really was, "yeah, that's a good idea" and she remained as casual as always, without giving off a single hint.
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There was another argument about sleeping arrangements. Summer didn't want to leave him out on the beanbag chair, and he told her was sure termites were living there now, having moving from the bathroom. In the end, two more nights in the same bed wasn't going to harm either of them.
Seth had gone to bed first, claiming he had to be at the school by eight the next morning. Summer stayed in the kitchen, apparently reading, apparently.
It was some charity event on a luxurious yacht when Summer first admitted her love for Seth, and even confessed it- to him of all people. Even a Wonder Women costume didn't do the trick when he was with Anna, but their time eventually rolled around. What happened after that, they can't even explain. And three thousand miles in distance was what kept it from mending, but now the death of a close friend, may be taking that place.
Had Marissa survived, they'd without a doubt still be in their feud. But not once, over the course of five years, did she fully give up on him. And she had no reason to start now.
She made sure he was sound asleep through a crack in the door, then stepped inside. Following a dark path through clothing and other things she didn't wan to know about to the other side of the bed, and listened for any signs of waking. When there was done, she angelically slipped under the covers. For a few moments, Summer only listened to his coarse and deep breathing. When the feeling of insecurity began to overcome her once again, she inched herself towards Seth. After another moment, she wrapped her arm around his waist.
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The bright tinting of her inner eyelids is what woke Summer Roberts late the next morning. It took her mind a minute to remember exactly where she was. And with that, she immediately bolted upright.
Vivid sunlight shone through the same window that she had tried to escape from the other day. The clock on the bedside table read quarter to twelve. If the empty bed wasn't indication enough, Seth was already gone for the day.
Did she move in her sleep? Or did Seth wake up to her arm? He was known for doing that, so was Ryan, but that was a different story.
"Come on, people move in their sleep" she said aloud, and only to herself, "pull it together Roberts. Yeah, Summer will believe that one".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And so she spent the next four hours plopped on a beanbag chair in front of the television. Her pajama clad knees pulled to her chest, chin resting on top of them. After about half an hour, her brain wandered and she had no idea what she was watching at one point.
"Oh God, you survived" her finger slammed on the remotes power button.
He sat next to her on the floor, "you okay?".
She turned her neck enough to see him, "I think there was something on Ricki Lake earlier about single parents who loose custody of their kids" her voice became more rapid, "and I kept thinking that Julie is going to take Lilly away from Ryan, and...".
"Hey, hey, hey" he leaned forward, pulling her into his arms, "you've got nothing to worry about. Ryan is a lawyer, he'll figure it all out, don't worry" her cries continued, and he tenderly stroked her back, tears being absorbed on his shoulder. "Do you want to go out...or something?".
The hitching breathing stopped and she leaned out of his arms, "do I want to what?".
"You know, go out...get a drink. Get our minds off, everything. Get drunk the legal way".
It took her a moment, wiping a tear from under her eye, " okay" she sniffed, "I guess so".
Authors Note- That was a rushed ending, but the good stuff is coming.
Authors Note- Still don't own anything. Except Lilly, and whoever else may come along. Enjoy.
Prologue
The front door opened, and the two stepped inside. The clothes on their bodies reflected the looks on their faces, walking was a challenge all it's own. They sat across from one another, one of the coffee table and the other on one of the bean bag chairs. Each stared down at their knees before one was daring enough to speak.
"It really was a beautiful ceremony" Seth didn't know what else to say.
Summer nodded, "that's Julie Cooper for you" she paused, "no one should have to bury their own child. And I don't think she was happy, only because she thinks Ryan had something to do with it".
Seth shrugged, "is she taking Lillian?".
"I hope not. Ryan's taking her back to California later tonight. Julie is going too, so whatever happens, we'll hear about it in some post card".
He leaned back, laying across the table, "poor Ryan" he muttered, "shouldn't you be on that flight too?".
"It was sold out. I was going to ask if I could stay here for a few more days, but I can find a hotel".
Seth shot back upwards, "no, stay here" he then realized how fast the words came out, "I mean, it's fine with me. I've got work, but no, I don't mind".
She wasn't in the mood for an argument, or pretending to be coincident- rare as that was, "okay...thanks".
"Better than being alone".
"Being here with me is actually better than being alone? Whoa, talk about drastic change in events".
Seth felt his complexion changing, "Summer, I don't hate you, convincing as we have made it look since high school...and most of high school. To be honest, I don't even know why we acted so mature, but either way, it's getting old. Maybe now, since Marissa's gone, we should cut the shit".
He beat her to that one, and without sounding as rehearsed as she really was, "yeah, that's a good idea" and she remained as casual as always, without giving off a single hint.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was another argument about sleeping arrangements. Summer didn't want to leave him out on the beanbag chair, and he told her was sure termites were living there now, having moving from the bathroom. In the end, two more nights in the same bed wasn't going to harm either of them.
Seth had gone to bed first, claiming he had to be at the school by eight the next morning. Summer stayed in the kitchen, apparently reading, apparently.
It was some charity event on a luxurious yacht when Summer first admitted her love for Seth, and even confessed it- to him of all people. Even a Wonder Women costume didn't do the trick when he was with Anna, but their time eventually rolled around. What happened after that, they can't even explain. And three thousand miles in distance was what kept it from mending, but now the death of a close friend, may be taking that place.
Had Marissa survived, they'd without a doubt still be in their feud. But not once, over the course of five years, did she fully give up on him. And she had no reason to start now.
She made sure he was sound asleep through a crack in the door, then stepped inside. Following a dark path through clothing and other things she didn't wan to know about to the other side of the bed, and listened for any signs of waking. When there was done, she angelically slipped under the covers. For a few moments, Summer only listened to his coarse and deep breathing. When the feeling of insecurity began to overcome her once again, she inched herself towards Seth. After another moment, she wrapped her arm around his waist.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The bright tinting of her inner eyelids is what woke Summer Roberts late the next morning. It took her mind a minute to remember exactly where she was. And with that, she immediately bolted upright.
Vivid sunlight shone through the same window that she had tried to escape from the other day. The clock on the bedside table read quarter to twelve. If the empty bed wasn't indication enough, Seth was already gone for the day.
Did she move in her sleep? Or did Seth wake up to her arm? He was known for doing that, so was Ryan, but that was a different story.
"Come on, people move in their sleep" she said aloud, and only to herself, "pull it together Roberts. Yeah, Summer will believe that one".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And so she spent the next four hours plopped on a beanbag chair in front of the television. Her pajama clad knees pulled to her chest, chin resting on top of them. After about half an hour, her brain wandered and she had no idea what she was watching at one point.
"Oh God, you survived" her finger slammed on the remotes power button.
He sat next to her on the floor, "you okay?".
She turned her neck enough to see him, "I think there was something on Ricki Lake earlier about single parents who loose custody of their kids" her voice became more rapid, "and I kept thinking that Julie is going to take Lilly away from Ryan, and...".
"Hey, hey, hey" he leaned forward, pulling her into his arms, "you've got nothing to worry about. Ryan is a lawyer, he'll figure it all out, don't worry" her cries continued, and he tenderly stroked her back, tears being absorbed on his shoulder. "Do you want to go out...or something?".
The hitching breathing stopped and she leaned out of his arms, "do I want to what?".
"You know, go out...get a drink. Get our minds off, everything. Get drunk the legal way".
It took her a moment, wiping a tear from under her eye, " okay" she sniffed, "I guess so".
Authors Note- That was a rushed ending, but the good stuff is coming.