Authors Note- Sorry for the long gap, but thank you for the reviews. Also,
go read LilFlyergirls OC story. This chapter takes place after Summer and
Seth went out drinking in Chapter One (contains swearing)
Chapter Three- "I can't remember a thing from last night"
It was simple to indicate when the dream process ended and the waking one began. There was no pain in dreams, but right now, he had a splitting headache. And not one that was still forming, no, Seth woke up right in the middle of this hang over.
He loudly groaned, rolling over and falling to the floor, muttering a few curse worlds. His eyes opened, then seeing that he was no longer covered by the bed sheet, and was entirely naked. "How odd". At that time, Seth believed he had been drunk enough from the night before to have shed all his clothes and gone to bed. There was no memory of the night before, but Seth Cohen should know known better.
Using the mattress as support, Seth pulled himself upward, and let out a yelp when he saw Summer sleeping on the other side.
"Oh no, you slept next to me in my birthday suit" he said to himself, thinking she must have drank just as much. However, the bed sheet only went to her waist, showing off her bare back. "I really hope you have panties on" or they'd be in very similar situations.
Seth stood up, his foot becoming caught on a pair of black panties. He swore again, studying the remainder of clothing on his bedroom floor. Her panties, his Snoopy boxer shorts, and anything else they had had on the night before.
"Fuck!" that was the loudest as he punched the door frame.
Summer's eyes shot open, "what're you doing?" she groaned in annoyance, watching him rub his hand, "whoa Cohen" she shut her eyes again when seeing him.
"Take a good look at yourself!".
Summer gazed over her shoulder, eyes half open, "what the heck is that?".
He grabbed his bathrobe from the closet, "your naked bum and one hell of a hang over".
Her dark eyes widened, she wrapped the sheet tighter around her body before sitting up, "oh god, Cohen, please tell me we didn't sleep together".
Seth casually shrugged, "well, we have been for the past two nights".
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!".
"I know, I know, I can't remember a thing from last night".
She jumped off the bed, "I can't either, there has to be a way to find out".
"Technically, there isn't" he paused on his won words, " I mean...look at the obvious".
Summer dashed past him out of the room, "Seth, I'm sorry!" and she slammed the bathroom door.
Seth, that was the first time in a long time he could remember her calling him by his first name. And this wasn't the first time they had slept together, not even close, but there was something more horrifying about this time. Avoiding his mild shock, Seth stood outside the door. " Summer, I'm sorry too" it was all he could get through a hang over. There wasn't a budge, and he walked away.
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The next hour was spent by Seth sitting on a beanbag chair in his bathrobe. He slept with Summer, again, and there was little doubt around that one. Worst of all, they were drunk, and had no memory of it.
"You really messed up this time you moron" he said to himself, "don't even begin to think this is going to get better by itself".
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Summer left that same afternoon, without anything more than a ' goodbye' to Seth. He let her go, but at least he knew he really should have. And this time, she was taking something of his with her.
Chapter Three- "I can't remember a thing from last night"
It was simple to indicate when the dream process ended and the waking one began. There was no pain in dreams, but right now, he had a splitting headache. And not one that was still forming, no, Seth woke up right in the middle of this hang over.
He loudly groaned, rolling over and falling to the floor, muttering a few curse worlds. His eyes opened, then seeing that he was no longer covered by the bed sheet, and was entirely naked. "How odd". At that time, Seth believed he had been drunk enough from the night before to have shed all his clothes and gone to bed. There was no memory of the night before, but Seth Cohen should know known better.
Using the mattress as support, Seth pulled himself upward, and let out a yelp when he saw Summer sleeping on the other side.
"Oh no, you slept next to me in my birthday suit" he said to himself, thinking she must have drank just as much. However, the bed sheet only went to her waist, showing off her bare back. "I really hope you have panties on" or they'd be in very similar situations.
Seth stood up, his foot becoming caught on a pair of black panties. He swore again, studying the remainder of clothing on his bedroom floor. Her panties, his Snoopy boxer shorts, and anything else they had had on the night before.
"Fuck!" that was the loudest as he punched the door frame.
Summer's eyes shot open, "what're you doing?" she groaned in annoyance, watching him rub his hand, "whoa Cohen" she shut her eyes again when seeing him.
"Take a good look at yourself!".
Summer gazed over her shoulder, eyes half open, "what the heck is that?".
He grabbed his bathrobe from the closet, "your naked bum and one hell of a hang over".
Her dark eyes widened, she wrapped the sheet tighter around her body before sitting up, "oh god, Cohen, please tell me we didn't sleep together".
Seth casually shrugged, "well, we have been for the past two nights".
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!".
"I know, I know, I can't remember a thing from last night".
She jumped off the bed, "I can't either, there has to be a way to find out".
"Technically, there isn't" he paused on his won words, " I mean...look at the obvious".
Summer dashed past him out of the room, "Seth, I'm sorry!" and she slammed the bathroom door.
Seth, that was the first time in a long time he could remember her calling him by his first name. And this wasn't the first time they had slept together, not even close, but there was something more horrifying about this time. Avoiding his mild shock, Seth stood outside the door. " Summer, I'm sorry too" it was all he could get through a hang over. There wasn't a budge, and he walked away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next hour was spent by Seth sitting on a beanbag chair in his bathrobe. He slept with Summer, again, and there was little doubt around that one. Worst of all, they were drunk, and had no memory of it.
"You really messed up this time you moron" he said to himself, "don't even begin to think this is going to get better by itself".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summer left that same afternoon, without anything more than a ' goodbye' to Seth. He let her go, but at least he knew he really should have. And this time, she was taking something of his with her.