Rough Edges
------------Chapter 7: A Silhouette and a Song
A/N: Hey, sorry I am just now staring to feel better from my surgery, and have found a little time to write. My schedule is so crazy right now that I don't know that my updates will be as frequent as you will all like them to be. Once I take my SATS again in November and the school play is over (also in November) I will have more free time to write. Senior year is not a slack off year, and if people tell you that, they're liars! Anyway, I know you all are skipping over this so I might as well stop blabbering. On with the writing,
Dedicated: To EVERY SINGLE ONE of my reviewers, you're what keep me writing!
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC or the characters. I also do not own the song appearing in this chapter that would be Coldplay's "A Message" but I do own a computer and hands for which to type.
Enjoy, Converses Rolled Down.
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Kirsten sipped on her bitter coffee while watching the boy's silhouette danced on the pool house doors; she didn't trust him, not in her home, not with Seth, not alone in the pool house, and definitely not at a Newport fashion show. Sandy pulled his wife into a hug and whispered a sweet 'good morning,' as he always did.
"I don't think taking Ryan to this fashion show is such a good idea," Kirsten set her cup in the sink and turned toward her husband, "I just...there'll be trouble if he's there."
"Why do you think that?" He leaned unto the island and stuck a bagel in his mouth.
"He doesn't know what these parties are like, this is Newport he's used to Chino," she cringed as she heard Julie Cooper's voice warping into her own.
"Marissa invited him, and I think he wants to go; plus Seth will have someone to talk to with Ryan there."
"I guess you're right," she turned back to find the shadow still, facing her, "you going to check on him?"
Sandy laughed on his way outside; his wife had always been the type to ask others to do what she was too afraid to do herself.
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Summer was home now, or at least her father had told her this is what home had always been. A queen sized bed with a canopy above; a nice sized TV in the front of the room, a vanity table equipped with a telephone and makeup bags, and a large closet filled with every pair of Manolo Blahniks ever made. Had she always been shallow? Was everything she had said and done egotistical and vain? Did everyone think of her as "daddy's little girl" who got everything she wanted just by batting her eyelashes? No, her mystery voice didn't think of her that way. Her stranger knew the Summer that hid inside her, that shrunk when anyone was belittled while the outer Summer laughed and joined in.
The fashion show was in two days; that was laughable-the show had seemed so important three days ago but now was just an annoyance. Marissa was on her way over to finish up the list of girls who were going to walk down the runway. Summer opted not to flaunt herself; the bruises and cuts were too fresh on her tanned skin, and too fresh in her mind.
She pulled her quilt to her chin and stared at the purple sheet draping above her; why was life so cruel to her, so undeniably ironic and cynical? She hadn't hurt anyone-at least not physically or mentally enough to scar them. What could a suburban teen have done that would cause them to be so viciously exposed by the world? She closed her eyes and took in the music drifting from her CD player,
My song is love
Love to the lovely song
And it goes on
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see you clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own
And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're a target that I'm aiming at
Take my message home
My song is love
My song is love, unknown
But I'm on fire for you, clearly
You don't have to be alone
You don't have to be on your own
And I'm not gonna take it back
Oh I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're a target that I'm aiming at
And I'm nothing on my own
Got to get that message home
And I'm not gonna stand and wait
Not gonna be there until it's much too late
On a platform I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you, please come home
And my song is love, is love unknown
And I've got to get that message home
If only she knew the name, the face, the love behind the stranger that whispered those words of promise in her ear every night before she slept.
"You will get better Summer, I promise you that."
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All right I am real sorry it was so, so, so, so, short but I only had like 30 minutes to write and I take a while to write because I am a perfectionist. I will be updating as soon as I possibly can-but my mom is on my butt about writing this instead of my college essays so I have to write either when I am at school or when she isn't home. I hope you enjoyed the update I was able to make I work hard on each update and I need encouragement if you like it because otherwise I will stop feeling motivated to write this. I know exactly where the story is going so I should be able to do a longer update when I have more time. PLEASE LEAVE A LONG REVIEW. The long ones help me to write better and I need that. Love you all, Converses Rolled Down.