Title: The Consequences
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
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The following morning the sinful acts of the night before seemed to be forgotten. Sometime before sunrise the pair must've made their way to their own respective households because each awoke in their own beds. But as soon as the light through their windows hit their eyes, the memories of last night returned, with a strange yearning attached.
Summer lazily sat up in her bed, finding Marissa Cooper standing at the end of it and looking at her expectantly. Summer furrowed her brow and ran a hand through her mussed up hair while staring at her amiga, perplexed.
"Coop? What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?" Summer asked, rubbing her tired eyes.
"Your father let me in." Marissa said simply, seating herself atop of Summer's red comforter. Marissa was sporting a yellow spaghetti strap top and hawaiian print shorts and had her hair straightened out.
"So... he's back from Singapore." Summer muttered, getting out of her bed and walking over to her closet. "Is that my top you're wearing?" She asked distractedly.
"You let me borrow it." Marissa replied. "So how was the party last night?"
"You know Holly's parties... same old, same old." Summer shrugged nonchalantly. Marissa quirked a brow at her best friend.
"You usually enthrall me in a detailed description of every single hook-up when I miss a party. What's up? Something must've happened."
"Nothing happened, Coop. The usual crowd was there, and we all got drunk and that's about it." Summer said dismissively. She glanced at her friend sharply from over her shoulder. "And Ryan wasn't there." The brunette said before Marissa even had a chance to ask.
"Allright, allright." Marissa had gotten the 'back off' message and ended the subject. She got up and paced around Summer's room. "I was thinking we could head to the country-club and hang out."
"Sure, sounds like a thrill." Summer replied sarcastically, grabbing a red halter top and a pair of khaki shorts. She slipped off her pajamas and pulled on the top and shorts, and prepped herself for the day. When she had finished all of that, she grabbed her flip-flops and looked up at Marissa who was flipping through iVogue/i while sitting on her bed. "Okay, let's go." She announced and the two girls exitted her room.
The usual A-crowd was gathered in the lobby of the country-club, all whispering in hushed voices, a failed attempt at being inconspicous. As Summer and Marissa approached, the teenagers became dead silent, all staring at Summer in surprise.
"Hey, could we cut the staring? It's a little creepy." Summer said snarkily, exchanging confused glances with Marissa.
"It's not the only thing that's creepy." A random red-head replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I thought you were used to staring by now, Summer." Holly said, a devious smirk playing across her lips. "You know, because of, like, how comfortable you've been getting with Cohen." The room fell silent and Marissa turned sharply at Summer, who's jaw had dropped slightly open.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered, narrowing her eyes. "Is this your idea of a prank, Holly?"
"That's what I was, like, about to ask you." The girl responded. "Summer, I always know what's going on at my parties." She said haughtily, flicking her platinum hair over a tanned shoulder.
"Really? I guess you've picked up a trait for multi-tasking while you've been screwing Luke." Summer snapped back. Holly's eyes widened and she glanced at Marissa, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Like, I thought you guys had broken up." The supercilious girl said defensively, shrugging her shoulders at Marissa, who bit her lip nervously. "And we didn't do anything. Contrary to Mrs. Geek over here." Holly raised her eyebrows at Summer.
"Real creative, Holly." Summer responded. She was doing a good job at keeping her cool, but inside she was completely livid with a mixture of different emotions. "Is that all, or do you have anything else you'd like to add?" Summer yawned.
"Actually... there's your lover-boy right now." Holly stated, nodding over Summer's shoulder. Summer froze up and turned around, spotting Mrs. Cohen entering the building with Seth and Ryan close behind. Marissa frowned at her friend, she was so incredibly confused.
"Hey Summer." Seth smiled. The two boys departed from Seth's mom and approached the group. Summer bit her lip and turned her back on him, not willing herself to respond.
"So, he worships me like usual... at least I have people who adore me." Summer said to Holly before stomping away. Seth blinked twice, the pained expression on his face was apparent to everyone. Holly narrowed her eyes at the loser before walking off in a different direction, the rest of the crowd scoffed and followed. Marissa glanced at Seth sympathetically.
"I'd better go find her." She said softly. She glanced at Ryan quickly before turning to leave in search of her friend.
Marissa searched all over the country-club before she finally found her best friend sitting in the large ballroom where their cotillion was held. Summer had her head in her hands and looked seriously pissed off. For a moment Marissa imagined sticking a warning label on Summer- 'Contents explosive under pressure!' or something like that.
"I know you're there." Summer muttered, not even bothering to turn around and face her friend. Marissa tentatively walked over and sat down beside her.
"Summer, I'm really confused. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"Like Holly didn't already reveal enough." Summer said bitterly.
"Well, I'm your best friend, Summer. If anything big happened, I'd want you to tell me and likewise. Like how I told you about Luke and I... after the party last week..." She trailed off.
"Well, I was going to tell you." Summer shrugged. It was true. If there was anybody she could tell, it was Marissa. Marissa would keep her secrets and Marissa would not ridicule her. "But I didn't even want to admit that it actually happened myself. I mean, it's... wrong. I can't believe I let it happen." She shuddered.
"Summer..." Marissa trailed off. "Let's start from the beginning."
"Right." Summer nodded, sending her dark hair flapping around her face. "The beginning... Holly's party... I was over by the cooler, and Cohen was there..."
"Oh. Wow." That was all Marissa could muster out after Summer regaled her in the fornications of the night before. She looked at her best friend with wide eyes.
"Oh great, now you're looking at me like that too!" Summer snapped, turning away from Marissa.
"Well, I don't think it's disgusting!" Marissa said defensively. "At least not because of Seth." She added quietly. Summer glanced at her with accusing eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
"And what is ithat/i supposed to mean?" She said demandingly.
"Well, Summer, I know you've slept with alot of people before-"
"A few people. Stop. What do you think I am, a whore?" Summer asked, arching an eyebrow. Marissa shot her a certain look. "Don't answer that." She interjected quickly.
"Summer... you've had meaningless sex before, but it's been with these jerks and drunk football players..."
"As opposed to a drunk water polo player."
"Summer. That wasn't meaningless to me, and I just know it wasn't meaningless to Luke."
"Uh-huh." Summer rolled her eyes. "Here we go again- Marissa and Luke, meant to be, yada yada. Can we focus on the person who's reputation is at stake here? Like, me?"
"Sorry." Marissa apologized, "Look, the feelings have always been mutual with you, there haven't been any feelings for any of those guys from before. You know how Seth feels about you, you should know it meant something to him. I'm just a little shocked you didn't even think about him, or consider him. He's really hurt."
"Gee, St. Marissa, I'm sorry. I was a little wasted, I obviously couldn't even consider myself or my reputation. I'm going to be known as iSuper Sex Girl from Planet Orgasm/i or something like that amongst his creepy little AV friends." Summer shuddered at the thought.
"Summer... Seth's not like that. He'd never talk about it like that." Marissa said earnestly. "And neither should you." Marissa stood up from her chair and took a deep breath. "I'm going to go find Ryan and Seth and do something with them. So, when you're ready to think about somebody other than yourself... come join us. You'll have fun if you do, I promise." She added, before walking away. Summer sat there in contemplation. Remembering the night before hadn't been so bad. The sex wasn't bad iat all/i, as a matter of fact. She could at least give Cohen crops for that. But the ridiculing of the people she actually called her friends was just too much. How was she ever going to face them? How was she supposed to think of Cohen now? His status was as low as it could get, in fact, sleeping with Summer probably boosted it up a great ton. Summer was the one in serious trouble here.
"But it did mean something to him." She whispered under her breath. There was no denying that. It was something about the way he looked at her while they lay there in that random bed. And the expression on his face before they both left Holly's house at the un-godly hours of the night... It was almost endearing. "No way. He's just a guy. It was just good sex." Summer said to herself, trying to force the words upon her beliefs. But she knew deep inside it wasn't true.
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: -
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The following morning the sinful acts of the night before seemed to be forgotten. Sometime before sunrise the pair must've made their way to their own respective households because each awoke in their own beds. But as soon as the light through their windows hit their eyes, the memories of last night returned, with a strange yearning attached.
Summer lazily sat up in her bed, finding Marissa Cooper standing at the end of it and looking at her expectantly. Summer furrowed her brow and ran a hand through her mussed up hair while staring at her amiga, perplexed.
"Coop? What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?" Summer asked, rubbing her tired eyes.
"Your father let me in." Marissa said simply, seating herself atop of Summer's red comforter. Marissa was sporting a yellow spaghetti strap top and hawaiian print shorts and had her hair straightened out.
"So... he's back from Singapore." Summer muttered, getting out of her bed and walking over to her closet. "Is that my top you're wearing?" She asked distractedly.
"You let me borrow it." Marissa replied. "So how was the party last night?"
"You know Holly's parties... same old, same old." Summer shrugged nonchalantly. Marissa quirked a brow at her best friend.
"You usually enthrall me in a detailed description of every single hook-up when I miss a party. What's up? Something must've happened."
"Nothing happened, Coop. The usual crowd was there, and we all got drunk and that's about it." Summer said dismissively. She glanced at her friend sharply from over her shoulder. "And Ryan wasn't there." The brunette said before Marissa even had a chance to ask.
"Allright, allright." Marissa had gotten the 'back off' message and ended the subject. She got up and paced around Summer's room. "I was thinking we could head to the country-club and hang out."
"Sure, sounds like a thrill." Summer replied sarcastically, grabbing a red halter top and a pair of khaki shorts. She slipped off her pajamas and pulled on the top and shorts, and prepped herself for the day. When she had finished all of that, she grabbed her flip-flops and looked up at Marissa who was flipping through iVogue/i while sitting on her bed. "Okay, let's go." She announced and the two girls exitted her room.
The usual A-crowd was gathered in the lobby of the country-club, all whispering in hushed voices, a failed attempt at being inconspicous. As Summer and Marissa approached, the teenagers became dead silent, all staring at Summer in surprise.
"Hey, could we cut the staring? It's a little creepy." Summer said snarkily, exchanging confused glances with Marissa.
"It's not the only thing that's creepy." A random red-head replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I thought you were used to staring by now, Summer." Holly said, a devious smirk playing across her lips. "You know, because of, like, how comfortable you've been getting with Cohen." The room fell silent and Marissa turned sharply at Summer, who's jaw had dropped slightly open.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered, narrowing her eyes. "Is this your idea of a prank, Holly?"
"That's what I was, like, about to ask you." The girl responded. "Summer, I always know what's going on at my parties." She said haughtily, flicking her platinum hair over a tanned shoulder.
"Really? I guess you've picked up a trait for multi-tasking while you've been screwing Luke." Summer snapped back. Holly's eyes widened and she glanced at Marissa, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Like, I thought you guys had broken up." The supercilious girl said defensively, shrugging her shoulders at Marissa, who bit her lip nervously. "And we didn't do anything. Contrary to Mrs. Geek over here." Holly raised her eyebrows at Summer.
"Real creative, Holly." Summer responded. She was doing a good job at keeping her cool, but inside she was completely livid with a mixture of different emotions. "Is that all, or do you have anything else you'd like to add?" Summer yawned.
"Actually... there's your lover-boy right now." Holly stated, nodding over Summer's shoulder. Summer froze up and turned around, spotting Mrs. Cohen entering the building with Seth and Ryan close behind. Marissa frowned at her friend, she was so incredibly confused.
"Hey Summer." Seth smiled. The two boys departed from Seth's mom and approached the group. Summer bit her lip and turned her back on him, not willing herself to respond.
"So, he worships me like usual... at least I have people who adore me." Summer said to Holly before stomping away. Seth blinked twice, the pained expression on his face was apparent to everyone. Holly narrowed her eyes at the loser before walking off in a different direction, the rest of the crowd scoffed and followed. Marissa glanced at Seth sympathetically.
"I'd better go find her." She said softly. She glanced at Ryan quickly before turning to leave in search of her friend.
Marissa searched all over the country-club before she finally found her best friend sitting in the large ballroom where their cotillion was held. Summer had her head in her hands and looked seriously pissed off. For a moment Marissa imagined sticking a warning label on Summer- 'Contents explosive under pressure!' or something like that.
"I know you're there." Summer muttered, not even bothering to turn around and face her friend. Marissa tentatively walked over and sat down beside her.
"Summer, I'm really confused. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"Like Holly didn't already reveal enough." Summer said bitterly.
"Well, I'm your best friend, Summer. If anything big happened, I'd want you to tell me and likewise. Like how I told you about Luke and I... after the party last week..." She trailed off.
"Well, I was going to tell you." Summer shrugged. It was true. If there was anybody she could tell, it was Marissa. Marissa would keep her secrets and Marissa would not ridicule her. "But I didn't even want to admit that it actually happened myself. I mean, it's... wrong. I can't believe I let it happen." She shuddered.
"Summer..." Marissa trailed off. "Let's start from the beginning."
"Right." Summer nodded, sending her dark hair flapping around her face. "The beginning... Holly's party... I was over by the cooler, and Cohen was there..."
"Oh. Wow." That was all Marissa could muster out after Summer regaled her in the fornications of the night before. She looked at her best friend with wide eyes.
"Oh great, now you're looking at me like that too!" Summer snapped, turning away from Marissa.
"Well, I don't think it's disgusting!" Marissa said defensively. "At least not because of Seth." She added quietly. Summer glanced at her with accusing eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
"And what is ithat/i supposed to mean?" She said demandingly.
"Well, Summer, I know you've slept with alot of people before-"
"A few people. Stop. What do you think I am, a whore?" Summer asked, arching an eyebrow. Marissa shot her a certain look. "Don't answer that." She interjected quickly.
"Summer... you've had meaningless sex before, but it's been with these jerks and drunk football players..."
"As opposed to a drunk water polo player."
"Summer. That wasn't meaningless to me, and I just know it wasn't meaningless to Luke."
"Uh-huh." Summer rolled her eyes. "Here we go again- Marissa and Luke, meant to be, yada yada. Can we focus on the person who's reputation is at stake here? Like, me?"
"Sorry." Marissa apologized, "Look, the feelings have always been mutual with you, there haven't been any feelings for any of those guys from before. You know how Seth feels about you, you should know it meant something to him. I'm just a little shocked you didn't even think about him, or consider him. He's really hurt."
"Gee, St. Marissa, I'm sorry. I was a little wasted, I obviously couldn't even consider myself or my reputation. I'm going to be known as iSuper Sex Girl from Planet Orgasm/i or something like that amongst his creepy little AV friends." Summer shuddered at the thought.
"Summer... Seth's not like that. He'd never talk about it like that." Marissa said earnestly. "And neither should you." Marissa stood up from her chair and took a deep breath. "I'm going to go find Ryan and Seth and do something with them. So, when you're ready to think about somebody other than yourself... come join us. You'll have fun if you do, I promise." She added, before walking away. Summer sat there in contemplation. Remembering the night before hadn't been so bad. The sex wasn't bad iat all/i, as a matter of fact. She could at least give Cohen crops for that. But the ridiculing of the people she actually called her friends was just too much. How was she ever going to face them? How was she supposed to think of Cohen now? His status was as low as it could get, in fact, sleeping with Summer probably boosted it up a great ton. Summer was the one in serious trouble here.
"But it did mean something to him." She whispered under her breath. There was no denying that. It was something about the way he looked at her while they lay there in that random bed. And the expression on his face before they both left Holly's house at the un-godly hours of the night... It was almost endearing. "No way. He's just a guy. It was just good sex." Summer said to herself, trying to force the words upon her beliefs. But she knew deep inside it wasn't true.