A/N: WARNING—this chapter contains explicit content and sexual images that may not be suitable for readers under 17. Femslash.

I'd wake up, and make love to you if I had you
I would touch you so much, but I'm not allowed to
What I hate is to wait, but in this case I'm patient
I'm discreet, I'm not weak, I just need the moment
She wants me, she wants me not
I want everything she's got
If I leaned over and tried to kiss you
Would I be wrong, after so long to kiss you
Would you pretend, we're only friends, if I kissed you
At least I can dream of you in a scene, when I'd kiss you
On one hand, we are friends, but still my mind wanders
Through side streets and alleys, I just keep growing fonder
To stop me is not easy, can't stop a lion from hunting
I'm focused, I won't miss, there's no control of some things

Perfect

(Six Months Later)

-Summer-

Alex and Trey broke up today because Alex was angry at Trey for being a suspect. I guess Chris was reported missing last week by the people he works with. The police found him dead in his own apartment. He was barely there though, believe me. Guess he wasn't missed enough to go looking for. On the news they said he became part of the wood or something. Alex let out a morbid laugh at that one.

Alex was talking to Trey yesterday, demanding to know what happened that night when Ryan pulled him out of the house. But Trey wouldn't talk to her. She just wanted him to be honest. She already knows Trey isn't perfect anyway. She wouldn't have gone out with him in the first place if she hated that. Alex and I talk all the time about what we think happened and we both have a feeling that they teamed up to take care of Chris. The court date is next month, and Trey insists to his lawyer that Ryan was not involved. Marissa's been lying for him too. She made up some excuse about them being at dinner with the Cohens or something.

I'm not happy that Alex broke up with Trey, because I'm sure he's not happy about it. But Alex seems fine. And she deserves someone more than Trey. She cares too much to be wasted on someone that moves from girl to girl every few weeks. Or for Marissa, it was guy to girl to guy.

I've been living in Alex's house for a couple months now. I suppose it's better that Alex and Trey are broken up because there are a lot of things that happened while Trey wasn't home. He definitely doesn't know about that. Hopefully he never will.

-Flashback-

-Alex-

Trey had just left for work and I had the weekend off so I decided that I'd hang out with Summer for the rest of the night, since we hadn't had a chance to after she permanently moved in. So we were up all night watching horror movies and we even played board games laughing at ourselves for being such dorks.

We were drinking some of those fruity alcoholic drinks, that way we would only get buzzed. Summer learned not to get so drunk anymore. I haven't though! But I figured I'd better not tempt her.

After the buzz went away we were both really tired so we decided just to go to bed and go to a carnival tomorrow. It's been a while since that night when we were really close because Trey's been home sleeping in the bed and Summer started using an air mattress she borrowed from Julie. It's funny, the parents never did find out about Summer escaping from the hospital. Guess she was too much trouble for the doctors. They didn't mind that she was gone.

So we headed into the bedroom and I got this strange feeling. I turned out the lights as if I were getting into bed right away. But instead, right when it got dark, I took off all my clothes. Well, except for my bra and underwear. I just chucked them into the corner of the room.

I slowly slipped under the covers, facing the other side of the bed. I felt the weight of Summer getting into bed too. I figured she was facing my way.

We were both laying there quiet and still for a few minutes.

"I'm bored now. I can't fall asleep," Summer whispered.

"Yeah, me too. Do you wanna just go and play another game?"

"Yeah lets play a game," I said not thinking. "How about we stay here and play it?"

She started laughing and I got up on my knees, putting them on either side of her waist and she rolled flat onto her back. We were both laughing hysterically. I was holding both her wrists in my right hand, poking her side, tickling her.

After we were both out of breath from wiggling around I finally just kind of fell over back into my sleeping spot, lying on my side, facing her. My eyes were finally used to the dark enough to at least see outlines of things.

Summer pulled the blankets back up to her neck, so I did the same. The sheets felt cool against my skin.

She slid over until she was right in front of me. I felt her hand glide across my stomach onto my lower back, as she started moving her upper body over me a little, keeping her legs still on the bed. Then our hips met. I was lying with my head flat on the pillow looking up as her head lowered and her lips met mine. Upon contact, I started having flashbacks about when I found her in Marissa's apartment and being with her at the hospital, then finding her again at home, and how we've been around each other since then. Not one time did I remember I have a boyfriend. It just never occurred to me. I was too caught up in the moment. And I still believe that if I had happened to think of him, it wouldn't have mattered.

I returned to the moment and felt her lips deeper, still light weight over me, as her tongue slowly swept across the inside of my upper lip. I we both exhaled slowly at the same time and I felt her warm breath on my cheeks.

Her lips left mine and she took a breath, connecting again right away. As she kissed me the second time I felt her hips start to move up against mine, our legs tangling, rubbing up against each other. Concentrating on her movements up against my body, I put both arms around her waist, my fingers slipping under each strap of her underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs. I couldn't reach any farther once they were down to her knees. I felt her moving to kick them down off her feet. Both my hands went from the back of her knees up to her hips and I moved them up past her ribs.

Then she separated her legs, putting them on each side of my stomach, lifting off of me an inch or two. She pressed her lips hard against mine when I slid my right hand all the way up the inside of her left leg, slowly moving my fingers back and forth between her legs. I removed my lips from hers and started kissing down her neck to her chest. Summer put her face in the pillow behind my head.

-End Flashback-

-Summer-

Ever since the first time with Alex, I've been dying inside because I knew I could never be with her. But now that Trey is moving out and moving on, I finally have a chance. And I know the chance is there because the feelings haven't faded. For either of us.

And every night before I fall asleep I wonder how miserable I would be right now, after just breaking up with Seth, if I hadn't found Alex. Or rather, If Alex hadn't found me. I'd be alone. I'd be unhappy. And Alex probably wouldn't be happy right now either. It's crazy because sometimes I get this feeling like I'm thankful that Chris raped me.

-Flashback-

He walked in slowly, trying to keep a straight face, and sat down in the chair next to me.

"I came to talk about what happened the other night after the concert. I wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings."

Well Chris, I guess there are no hard feelings anymore.

-End Flashback-

If Chris hadn't raped me, I'd still hardly know Alex. Alex wouldn't have had someone to save. We wouldn't have saved each other. I wouldn't have gotten over Seth. Ryan and Trey wouldn't be speaking to each other right now. And on top of it all, I've opened my eyes. I've learned to watch out for myself. They say everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you have to sacrifice yourself, to have good things come out of it. I've realized that the truth is, being happy doesn't mean everything in your life is perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things. Maybe we just get through it. And that's all we can ask for.

Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Chris. The song is "Kiss You" by iiO. They own the song. The second to last sentence is a paraphrase from a quote I heard a long time ago. So I guess whoever said it owns it.
A/N: Well! I'm done! I know I wrote this quick and the chapters were pretty short but this was my first story so I hope at least someone likes it! I would love reviews, I'd like to hear lots of opinions! Thanks for reading my story. :o)