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.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took awhile to get up, it's been a very busy week w/ homework. But now it's up and I hope you all like it. It's got a few laughs in it, and I'll see if anybody can catch the Roswell allusion.
Thanks to all the reviewers, you really made my day! Er... week. And here's a teeny spoiler, there will be more S/S interaction in the next chapter.
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"Summer, look, this is utterly adorable." Marissa said, prodding the Macy's baby clothing catalogue at her friend. Summer groaned, taking it from her and scanning the opened page.
"Coop, why do you have a baby's clothing magazine?" Summer asked, picking at her spaghetti and chocolate sauce. The two girls were sitting outside in one of the many patios of Newport's local country club.
"It came in the mail." Marissa shrugged innocently. Summer rolled her eyes. Sure it did. The two girls continued to eat in silence while Marissa flipped through the baby catalogue, taking way to much interest in it.
"Coop, why don't you just go shack up with Chino and have your own baby?" Summer asked, breaking the silence. Marissa looked up at her friend, slightly shocked at the outburst. But, it was a typical Summer thing to say.
"Because there's not enough room in Newport for two pregnant teens." Marissa replied.
"Well, that's not a problem. Soon enough, I won't be pregnant anymore." Summer said happily, spooning some spaghetti into her mouth. Marissa gaped at her friend.
"Summer! You said-"
"I said that I would think about it. And I have. I'm not..." She noticed a couple of teenagers from their school walk by and quickly changed her sentence, "I'm not going to launch the spacecraft." She finished. Marissa furrowed her brow.
"Launch the spacecraft?" She repeated.
"Work with me here, Coop. It's a code. Launch = give birth. Spacecraft = baby." She said in a harsh whisper.
"Launch the spacecraft." Marissa repeated. "Seth has really been rubbing off on you, hasn't he?" She said with a chuckle.
"He has not!" Summer said, kicking her friend from underneath the table. It only caused Marissa to laugh harder, snorting up her orange juice. "Gross, Coop!" Summer said, but find herself breaking into a fit of giggles herself because of her crazy friend's antics. Finally, the two of them calmed down, taking deep breaths before attempting to eat or drink anything again.
"Launch the spacecraft!" Marissa blurted in a high-pitched voice, making both of them convulse into laughter all over again.
"Wow. Newport's socialites making absolute fools out of themselves in public. Has the world spun off its axis?" A voice came from behind Marissa. Summer ceased laughing and narrowed her eyes at the pixie blonde standing behind her friend. Marissa turned in her seat too, glancing up at the girl.
"Hello Anna." Summer said dryly. Anna didn't respond, she offered a cheeky smile and plopped her tray down next to Marissa. "Newport's rebel teen eating inside of the country club? Has the world spun off its axis?" Summer mocked her, noticing the tray of food.
"You've got a sense of humor after all, Ice queen." Anna replied. Marissa looked back and forth between Anna and Summer. Any minute now bombs would be dropping, signaling World War III. "Actually I'm here to see Seth." She said nonchalantly.
"Well, why don't you go... see Seth?" Summer suggested. When would all the freaks finally get out of her hair?
"Because I wanted to talk to you first, Summer. You know, offer my congratulations." Summer furrowed her brow and exchanged a confused glance with Marissa. "Congratulations on a job well done. You really must be the most manipulative woman in all of Newport." Anna said, narrowing her eyes at Summer and leaning forward. "But you know what? I see right through you. I don't think that baby's really Seth's either. You sleep around with everybody Summer, how can you be sure that it's Seth's? Maybe you just want it to be his because you know Seth's too good of a guy to leave. Well, you may have him wrapped him around your little finger, but I'll free him. I'll save him from you." She said with determination. Summer stared at her for a moment, and broke out into laughter.
"How many comics have you been reading?" She said, shaking her head. "I'm a teenager, not a pregnant Antarian alien queen that mind-warps people." Summer laughed.
"Oh please, Summer. We all know you're a slut. How many people have you slept with since Seth? 11? 12?" Anna suggested.
"Try none, Anna. Seth's the father and I don't like it just as much as you do, but you know what? I'm dealing with it." Summer snapped.
"You're lying." Anna retorted, standing up and gazing at Summer threateningly. Summer would've defended herself in this moment, if a certain 'white knight' hadn't walked in on the three of them.
"Anna?" Seth questioned, looking back and forth between Anna and Summer. Summer said nothing and went back to eating her meal.
"Seth..." Anna trailed off, her eyes watering. She suddenly convulsed into sobs and fell against Seth's chest. He wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Seth cooed. Summer watched him for a moment, seeing the potentially paternity shine through even though she didn't want to see it.
"Seth?" Anna questioned, wiping her eyes and looking up at him. "Answer me one question, and answer it honestly." She demanded, pulling back from him. Seth shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. "If Summer wasn't pregnant, would we still be together?"
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"Seth shouldn't have said that..." Marissa trailed off, looking at her reflection in her compact mirror. Summer simply shrugged her shoulders.
"It didn't surprise me. I just don't get why Anna keeps accusing me of actually wanting to be pregnant, and with Seth's child. She's crazy." Summer shook her head in annoyance.
"But, Summer... Now that Seth told Anna they'd still be together if you hadn't gotten pregnant, well... This is only going to fuel her more. She'll try to get Seth back." Marissa reasoned.
"And I care because...? She can have Seth back, I never took him away. I'm getting an abortion, so there won't be a baby and the two of them can go back to discussing Tarantula-Man or whatever it is they talk about."
"Spider-Man?"
"Whatev, Coop." Summer shrugged.
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"I don't think you should've said that to Anna." Ryan murmured, flipping through the latest issue of Elektra. Seth looked up at his friend curiously.
"And he speaks..." Seth trailed off, mocking amazement. Ryan shook his head.
"I don't want to prod into your life, Seth." Ryan shrugged. "But..."
"Prod away, my friend. I'd like to take a little advice from you instead of the other way around."
"No you wouldn't." Ryan shook his head.
"Shoot. Hit me." Seth coerced, resting his head on a pillow.
"Anna won't leave you alone anymore. She's going to make life a living hell for Summer, because she thinks it will get you back." Ryan said disinterestedly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"... Well, she wanted the truth."
"Sometimes you have to lie. For everybody else's sake." Ryan shrugged, turning the page.
"You really think she'll give Summer hell?"
"Between Holly, Anna, and being pregnant? Summer's already in hell."
"Whoa, Holly?" Seth asked, furrowing his brow.
"You didn't know?" Ryan yawned.
"I don't make-out with Summer's best friend, or Summer herself, so, no, I don't know. Spill."
"Holly knows. She was going to use it to her advantage if Summer didn't hook her up with Luke."
"Oh. Did Summer do that?" Seth asked. Ryan simply hunched his shoulders. He had no clue himself. "Hey, whatever problems arise... I'll take care of them. Me and Summer will handle them together."
"Seth." At this, Ryan set down the graphic novel and turned around to face his best friend. "I didn't want to say anything earlier, but..."
"But? But's not a good sign." Seth stated.
"But you're getting a little carried away." Before Seth could reply, Ryan continued, "She's pregnant, Seth. Pregnant, and she's not happy about it." Ryan studied his best friend's face. Seth didn't seem hurt, that was a good thing. He just looked like one of the world's greatest scientists when discovering an epiphany which opposed their lifetime's work of study.
"God," Seth flopped back onto his bed, putting his hands over his face. "I want her to be happy more than anything in the world, you know that."
"I know that." Ryan nodded, "Everyone in Newport knows that."
"But if she got rid of the baby, the bond between us, the symbol of how much I love her... I just... I don't know what I would do. It'd be the worst thing that could ever happen... my whole world would fall apart." Seth shrugged. "I know Summer's cruel, but she wouldn't... would she?" Seth asked. Ryan simply shrugged, wishing Seth would stop asking him questions that Seth would be more likely to know the answer to than himself.
"Seth, if she does keep the baby... what are you going to do?" Ryan asked, closing the graphic novel and tossing it into a basket beside his bed inside the pool house.
"Be there. Be the father. What else would I do?"
"What about school? What about Summer's schooling? And the money it's going to cost to-"
"Ryan. I think I have the moola it takes to raise 10 children." Seth said, waving his hand around the pool house.
"Your parents have the money." Ryan corrected.
"I'll get a job. Is Donnie's position still open at the Crab Shack?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, but-"
"See. Perfect. I'll apply tommorow."
"But, you don't even-"
"And schooling? I'm taking all AP courses. I'll help Summer through all that."
"Well, your parents-"
"My mom alone owns about 7 houses she isn't doing anything with. Summer and I could live there, together, raising our child."
"But telling them-"
"I've always been a good kid, they won't be mad. Like the time I banged the Range Rover-"
"This isn't a Range Rov-"
"I know, I know. But, they don't have the power to make the baby disappear. They'll have to accept it."
"But Summer does." Ryan said, thankful to finally get a complete thought into the conversation.
"Summer does what?" Seth asked, blinking twice.
"Summer does have the power to make the baby disappear." Ryan sighed, falling back onto the bed too.
"... If she did, I don't know what I'd do."
"Things would probably go back to normal." Ryan suggested.
"No. It would seem so, but... I'd never be able to forgive her. It would be weird between us."
"Right now, I don't think she's forgiven you for getting her pregnant." Ryan pointed out.
"Ryan, you're right about my parents. This won't be easy." Seth murmured, sitting up and scratching his chin. "I'll be grounded for life..." He put his head in his hands. "And even if they can't get rid of the baby, they could still... they could still put a lot of restrictions up... What am I going to do, Ryan?"
"I don't know, Seth. But, before you worry about your parents, find out if the baby stays or the zygote goes." Ryan said, standing up and walking towards the door. Seth nodded in response.
"Hey, Ryan?"
"Yeah?" Ryan looked up, half way exitting the pool house.
"Thanks for this uh... chat. It really helped me out." Seth said earnestly.
"Anytime, anytime." Ryan replied, shutting the door softly behind him.
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Summer watched the tennis match befor her lazily, her mocha eyes were thinning as she struggled not to fall asleep. She leaned against the side of the bleachers, watching Marissa whack the bright yellow ball to Ryan, who hit it back. And forth. And back. And forth. Summer let out a soft yawn. She hadn't gotten adequate sleep last night and was feeling extremely tired now... It was an oppurtune time to rest, Summer was sure Marissa wouldn't mind. Allowing her eyes to close fully, darkening the world around her, Summer felt relieved at the relaxation that caressed her. Leaning against her soft 'pillow' she let the world of dreams over-take her.
Summer stared deep into the chocolate oculars of the boy facing her. Her fingers were entwined in his soft curly hair and his hand was wrapped around her hip. Though they were both wasted and drunk as hell, both seemed to be aware of exactly what was happening. At least Seth was. Leaning in softly, with her other fingers latched through Seth's belt-loop, Summer's lips hovered delicately above Seth's, grazing them softly before she pushed hers onto his in a soft yet definite kiss. They pulled away for a second, no words spoken between them before Seth leaned forward, wrapping both his arms around her and holding her close to him while lavishing her in a passionate kiss that blew Summer off of her feet. Giving into the pleasure he had surprisingly been able to give her, Summer opened her mouth to allow him greater access. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for breath, Summer buried her head against his neck, trailing light butterfly kisses along his smooth skin.
"Summer?" Seth questioned, slightly out of breath. Summer pulled away, taking a deep breath and stroking the front of his shirt lightly.
"What?" She replied impatiently, leaning forward again so that the boy was now trapped against the door of the guest bedroom.
"Why... why did you ignore me until tonight?" Seth asked, finding it very difficult to stay serious while Summer giggled and planted her lips lightly on his skin, causing a tingly sensation to over-take him. Instead of answering his question, Summer grabbed him by the collar, leading him away from the door and towards the queen sized bed stationed in the middle of the room.
"It doesn't matter Cohen, not now." Summer purred in a seductive tone, kissing his ear gently. Moving her hands to encircle his neck, Summer fell back onto the soft bed, pulling Seth over her. Seth was over-come by the moment. If Summer said not to worry... he shouldn't worry. Seth didn't hesitate before capturing her lips in hers and unleashing a fury of drunken kisses upon Summer, savoring every inch of her golden skin as he did so. Summer threw her head back, shaking her dark hair off her shoulders. Her eyesbrows furrowed softly, and with eyes closed, she moaned into Seth's ear. "This feels so good." Seth felt his mind reeling at her words, words he had been longing to hear for so long.
"That's all I want, Summer. To make you feel good." He replied earnestly, kissing her softly yet again. Before he had even registered what was happening, he felt himself roll over and found Summer straddling him, her slender frame perched on top of his. Bending down so that her body fit perfectly against his, Summer returned his kiss with a more feverent one of her own, crushing her lips onto his while Seth gently traced the contours of her body with his hands.
"Well, you have my permission." Summer said breathlessly, pulling away from him. Her hands lowered themselves from his shoulders to the buttons of his shirt, and she fumbled with them for a moment before Seth helped her, pulling the shirt off completely and tossing the useless garment to the side. Summer ran her hand across his burning skin, creating a strange shivering sensation to travel through the both of them. Seth's hand traveled up the smooth skin of her back, underneath the edge of her shirt. In a swift movement, that was off as well. As the two continued to embrace each other in passionate kisses, several more items of clothing were discarded, and their bodies were lost in a sea of sheets. Seth paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared at her. Only one question remained unanswered.
"Seth, I want to." Summer said, sounding surprisingly serious for somebody with impaired judgement due to intoxication. Seth felt his mouth go dry, he was utterly speechless. "I want to." Summer repeated firmly. It seemed as if Seth didn't have a choice in the matter, but he was more than happy to comply to his goddess' every wish.
"If you want to, but... I never really have before." Seth admitted, flushing immensely. Summer smiled seductively, and without a word she closed the distance between them, grining her hips gently against his, arousing the boy even further. "Well, you seem to know what you're doing." Seth managed to choke out, taking her hand in his. Summer met his eyes briefly before planting another kiss onto his bruised lips and rolling on top of him.
"Seth... Oh God... Seth, Seth, Seth!" Summer groaned, shaking in her slumber. The boy looked down at the girl resting, or rather, shaking against his shoulder with slight embarrassment. By now she had attracted a lot of attention from the country-clubbers gathered in the stands. Seth reached his arm around her, shaking her shoulder. "Oh Seth!" She moaned loudly, leaning against him further.
"Summer... summer!" Seth called urgently, shaking her shoulder more. Suddenly, Summer snapped out of it and bolted up right. Finding herself leaning against Seth's shoulder with his arm around her and the memories of the dream, which had most definetly been a memory of *that* night, Summer quickly pulled away, shooting him a look of disgust. But it was nothing compared to the odd looks she was recieving from everybody else. Summer quickly buried her head in hands, feeling mortfied beyond belief. Without another word, she stood up and walked away, leaving Seth sitting there, completely stunned by what had just happened.
As Summer walked away, two different blonde girls watched her leave with narrowed eyes. One was on the verge of tears, the other close to smashing something. Anna Stern wiped her eyes, sitting down on the front row of the bleachers. Life seemed to be a cruel game. As if Summer getting pregnant by Anna's boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) wasn't horrible enough, it didn't take a genius to figure out what Summer had re-accounted in her cat nap. Anna rubbed her eyes, trying to stop the tears. She had to stop crying over him. He was just a boy. But with every passing moment, her hatred for Summer Roberts seemed to flourish. Anna glanced up, seeing a dark shadow hover before her. She turned away in disinterest, seeing Summer's annoying little friend standing next to her. Holly smirked, plopping down beside Anna.
"Something the matter?" Holly asked in her sugar-coated voice. Anna shot her a death glare.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly.
"To help you." Holly said innocently. Anna laughed.
"No really, what do you want?" Anna asked seriously.
"To make hell for Summer Roberts." Holly shrugged. "Wouldn't that make you happy."
"Me? Yeah. It would make me feel a whole lot better, but what did she ever do to you?" Anna asked. "I thought you were friends."
"This is high school, Sweetie. There are no friends, simply allies." Anna blinked twice. That sounded oddly intelligent for a girl like Holly. "Euro History AP." Holly explained, "My dad made me take it."
"I still don't get why you want to help me."
"Like, I was lying about that. We're going to help each other. Somebody has to teach Summer a lesson. I know you agree with me."
"Yeah, but..."
"Anya, by the time we're through with Summer she'll be too ashamed to show her face here. She'll never bother your little geek again."
"It's Anna..." Anna corrected, while absorbing what Holly just said. "What do you plan to do?"
"Well, this is just a part of phase one." Holly replied slyly, pulling a voice recorder out of her pocket. "I gave one of the AV geeks a hand-job and he taught me how to use this thing." She explained. Anna shuddered, not really wanting the useless information. Holly pushed play on the button, and a voice they heard only moments ago began to play... "Seth... Oh God... Seth, Seth, Seth!" With a devious smirk, Holly pressed stop, tucking it back into her purse and extending her hand to Anna. "Do we have a deal?" Anna looked at the other girl's pale hand tentatively before reaching out with her own, shaking it firmly.
"Deal."
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: I'm sorry this chapter took awhile to get up, it's been a very busy week w/ homework. But now it's up and I hope you all like it. It's got a few laughs in it, and I'll see if anybody can catch the Roswell allusion.
Thanks to all the reviewers, you really made my day! Er... week. And here's a teeny spoiler, there will be more S/S interaction in the next chapter.
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"Summer, look, this is utterly adorable." Marissa said, prodding the Macy's baby clothing catalogue at her friend. Summer groaned, taking it from her and scanning the opened page.
"Coop, why do you have a baby's clothing magazine?" Summer asked, picking at her spaghetti and chocolate sauce. The two girls were sitting outside in one of the many patios of Newport's local country club.
"It came in the mail." Marissa shrugged innocently. Summer rolled her eyes. Sure it did. The two girls continued to eat in silence while Marissa flipped through the baby catalogue, taking way to much interest in it.
"Coop, why don't you just go shack up with Chino and have your own baby?" Summer asked, breaking the silence. Marissa looked up at her friend, slightly shocked at the outburst. But, it was a typical Summer thing to say.
"Because there's not enough room in Newport for two pregnant teens." Marissa replied.
"Well, that's not a problem. Soon enough, I won't be pregnant anymore." Summer said happily, spooning some spaghetti into her mouth. Marissa gaped at her friend.
"Summer! You said-"
"I said that I would think about it. And I have. I'm not..." She noticed a couple of teenagers from their school walk by and quickly changed her sentence, "I'm not going to launch the spacecraft." She finished. Marissa furrowed her brow.
"Launch the spacecraft?" She repeated.
"Work with me here, Coop. It's a code. Launch = give birth. Spacecraft = baby." She said in a harsh whisper.
"Launch the spacecraft." Marissa repeated. "Seth has really been rubbing off on you, hasn't he?" She said with a chuckle.
"He has not!" Summer said, kicking her friend from underneath the table. It only caused Marissa to laugh harder, snorting up her orange juice. "Gross, Coop!" Summer said, but find herself breaking into a fit of giggles herself because of her crazy friend's antics. Finally, the two of them calmed down, taking deep breaths before attempting to eat or drink anything again.
"Launch the spacecraft!" Marissa blurted in a high-pitched voice, making both of them convulse into laughter all over again.
"Wow. Newport's socialites making absolute fools out of themselves in public. Has the world spun off its axis?" A voice came from behind Marissa. Summer ceased laughing and narrowed her eyes at the pixie blonde standing behind her friend. Marissa turned in her seat too, glancing up at the girl.
"Hello Anna." Summer said dryly. Anna didn't respond, she offered a cheeky smile and plopped her tray down next to Marissa. "Newport's rebel teen eating inside of the country club? Has the world spun off its axis?" Summer mocked her, noticing the tray of food.
"You've got a sense of humor after all, Ice queen." Anna replied. Marissa looked back and forth between Anna and Summer. Any minute now bombs would be dropping, signaling World War III. "Actually I'm here to see Seth." She said nonchalantly.
"Well, why don't you go... see Seth?" Summer suggested. When would all the freaks finally get out of her hair?
"Because I wanted to talk to you first, Summer. You know, offer my congratulations." Summer furrowed her brow and exchanged a confused glance with Marissa. "Congratulations on a job well done. You really must be the most manipulative woman in all of Newport." Anna said, narrowing her eyes at Summer and leaning forward. "But you know what? I see right through you. I don't think that baby's really Seth's either. You sleep around with everybody Summer, how can you be sure that it's Seth's? Maybe you just want it to be his because you know Seth's too good of a guy to leave. Well, you may have him wrapped him around your little finger, but I'll free him. I'll save him from you." She said with determination. Summer stared at her for a moment, and broke out into laughter.
"How many comics have you been reading?" She said, shaking her head. "I'm a teenager, not a pregnant Antarian alien queen that mind-warps people." Summer laughed.
"Oh please, Summer. We all know you're a slut. How many people have you slept with since Seth? 11? 12?" Anna suggested.
"Try none, Anna. Seth's the father and I don't like it just as much as you do, but you know what? I'm dealing with it." Summer snapped.
"You're lying." Anna retorted, standing up and gazing at Summer threateningly. Summer would've defended herself in this moment, if a certain 'white knight' hadn't walked in on the three of them.
"Anna?" Seth questioned, looking back and forth between Anna and Summer. Summer said nothing and went back to eating her meal.
"Seth..." Anna trailed off, her eyes watering. She suddenly convulsed into sobs and fell against Seth's chest. He wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Seth cooed. Summer watched him for a moment, seeing the potentially paternity shine through even though she didn't want to see it.
"Seth?" Anna questioned, wiping her eyes and looking up at him. "Answer me one question, and answer it honestly." She demanded, pulling back from him. Seth shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. "If Summer wasn't pregnant, would we still be together?"
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"Seth shouldn't have said that..." Marissa trailed off, looking at her reflection in her compact mirror. Summer simply shrugged her shoulders.
"It didn't surprise me. I just don't get why Anna keeps accusing me of actually wanting to be pregnant, and with Seth's child. She's crazy." Summer shook her head in annoyance.
"But, Summer... Now that Seth told Anna they'd still be together if you hadn't gotten pregnant, well... This is only going to fuel her more. She'll try to get Seth back." Marissa reasoned.
"And I care because...? She can have Seth back, I never took him away. I'm getting an abortion, so there won't be a baby and the two of them can go back to discussing Tarantula-Man or whatever it is they talk about."
"Spider-Man?"
"Whatev, Coop." Summer shrugged.
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"I don't think you should've said that to Anna." Ryan murmured, flipping through the latest issue of Elektra. Seth looked up at his friend curiously.
"And he speaks..." Seth trailed off, mocking amazement. Ryan shook his head.
"I don't want to prod into your life, Seth." Ryan shrugged. "But..."
"Prod away, my friend. I'd like to take a little advice from you instead of the other way around."
"No you wouldn't." Ryan shook his head.
"Shoot. Hit me." Seth coerced, resting his head on a pillow.
"Anna won't leave you alone anymore. She's going to make life a living hell for Summer, because she thinks it will get you back." Ryan said disinterestedly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"... Well, she wanted the truth."
"Sometimes you have to lie. For everybody else's sake." Ryan shrugged, turning the page.
"You really think she'll give Summer hell?"
"Between Holly, Anna, and being pregnant? Summer's already in hell."
"Whoa, Holly?" Seth asked, furrowing his brow.
"You didn't know?" Ryan yawned.
"I don't make-out with Summer's best friend, or Summer herself, so, no, I don't know. Spill."
"Holly knows. She was going to use it to her advantage if Summer didn't hook her up with Luke."
"Oh. Did Summer do that?" Seth asked. Ryan simply hunched his shoulders. He had no clue himself. "Hey, whatever problems arise... I'll take care of them. Me and Summer will handle them together."
"Seth." At this, Ryan set down the graphic novel and turned around to face his best friend. "I didn't want to say anything earlier, but..."
"But? But's not a good sign." Seth stated.
"But you're getting a little carried away." Before Seth could reply, Ryan continued, "She's pregnant, Seth. Pregnant, and she's not happy about it." Ryan studied his best friend's face. Seth didn't seem hurt, that was a good thing. He just looked like one of the world's greatest scientists when discovering an epiphany which opposed their lifetime's work of study.
"God," Seth flopped back onto his bed, putting his hands over his face. "I want her to be happy more than anything in the world, you know that."
"I know that." Ryan nodded, "Everyone in Newport knows that."
"But if she got rid of the baby, the bond between us, the symbol of how much I love her... I just... I don't know what I would do. It'd be the worst thing that could ever happen... my whole world would fall apart." Seth shrugged. "I know Summer's cruel, but she wouldn't... would she?" Seth asked. Ryan simply shrugged, wishing Seth would stop asking him questions that Seth would be more likely to know the answer to than himself.
"Seth, if she does keep the baby... what are you going to do?" Ryan asked, closing the graphic novel and tossing it into a basket beside his bed inside the pool house.
"Be there. Be the father. What else would I do?"
"What about school? What about Summer's schooling? And the money it's going to cost to-"
"Ryan. I think I have the moola it takes to raise 10 children." Seth said, waving his hand around the pool house.
"Your parents have the money." Ryan corrected.
"I'll get a job. Is Donnie's position still open at the Crab Shack?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, but-"
"See. Perfect. I'll apply tommorow."
"But, you don't even-"
"And schooling? I'm taking all AP courses. I'll help Summer through all that."
"Well, your parents-"
"My mom alone owns about 7 houses she isn't doing anything with. Summer and I could live there, together, raising our child."
"But telling them-"
"I've always been a good kid, they won't be mad. Like the time I banged the Range Rover-"
"This isn't a Range Rov-"
"I know, I know. But, they don't have the power to make the baby disappear. They'll have to accept it."
"But Summer does." Ryan said, thankful to finally get a complete thought into the conversation.
"Summer does what?" Seth asked, blinking twice.
"Summer does have the power to make the baby disappear." Ryan sighed, falling back onto the bed too.
"... If she did, I don't know what I'd do."
"Things would probably go back to normal." Ryan suggested.
"No. It would seem so, but... I'd never be able to forgive her. It would be weird between us."
"Right now, I don't think she's forgiven you for getting her pregnant." Ryan pointed out.
"Ryan, you're right about my parents. This won't be easy." Seth murmured, sitting up and scratching his chin. "I'll be grounded for life..." He put his head in his hands. "And even if they can't get rid of the baby, they could still... they could still put a lot of restrictions up... What am I going to do, Ryan?"
"I don't know, Seth. But, before you worry about your parents, find out if the baby stays or the zygote goes." Ryan said, standing up and walking towards the door. Seth nodded in response.
"Hey, Ryan?"
"Yeah?" Ryan looked up, half way exitting the pool house.
"Thanks for this uh... chat. It really helped me out." Seth said earnestly.
"Anytime, anytime." Ryan replied, shutting the door softly behind him.
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Summer watched the tennis match befor her lazily, her mocha eyes were thinning as she struggled not to fall asleep. She leaned against the side of the bleachers, watching Marissa whack the bright yellow ball to Ryan, who hit it back. And forth. And back. And forth. Summer let out a soft yawn. She hadn't gotten adequate sleep last night and was feeling extremely tired now... It was an oppurtune time to rest, Summer was sure Marissa wouldn't mind. Allowing her eyes to close fully, darkening the world around her, Summer felt relieved at the relaxation that caressed her. Leaning against her soft 'pillow' she let the world of dreams over-take her.
Summer stared deep into the chocolate oculars of the boy facing her. Her fingers were entwined in his soft curly hair and his hand was wrapped around her hip. Though they were both wasted and drunk as hell, both seemed to be aware of exactly what was happening. At least Seth was. Leaning in softly, with her other fingers latched through Seth's belt-loop, Summer's lips hovered delicately above Seth's, grazing them softly before she pushed hers onto his in a soft yet definite kiss. They pulled away for a second, no words spoken between them before Seth leaned forward, wrapping both his arms around her and holding her close to him while lavishing her in a passionate kiss that blew Summer off of her feet. Giving into the pleasure he had surprisingly been able to give her, Summer opened her mouth to allow him greater access. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for breath, Summer buried her head against his neck, trailing light butterfly kisses along his smooth skin.
"Summer?" Seth questioned, slightly out of breath. Summer pulled away, taking a deep breath and stroking the front of his shirt lightly.
"What?" She replied impatiently, leaning forward again so that the boy was now trapped against the door of the guest bedroom.
"Why... why did you ignore me until tonight?" Seth asked, finding it very difficult to stay serious while Summer giggled and planted her lips lightly on his skin, causing a tingly sensation to over-take him. Instead of answering his question, Summer grabbed him by the collar, leading him away from the door and towards the queen sized bed stationed in the middle of the room.
"It doesn't matter Cohen, not now." Summer purred in a seductive tone, kissing his ear gently. Moving her hands to encircle his neck, Summer fell back onto the soft bed, pulling Seth over her. Seth was over-come by the moment. If Summer said not to worry... he shouldn't worry. Seth didn't hesitate before capturing her lips in hers and unleashing a fury of drunken kisses upon Summer, savoring every inch of her golden skin as he did so. Summer threw her head back, shaking her dark hair off her shoulders. Her eyesbrows furrowed softly, and with eyes closed, she moaned into Seth's ear. "This feels so good." Seth felt his mind reeling at her words, words he had been longing to hear for so long.
"That's all I want, Summer. To make you feel good." He replied earnestly, kissing her softly yet again. Before he had even registered what was happening, he felt himself roll over and found Summer straddling him, her slender frame perched on top of his. Bending down so that her body fit perfectly against his, Summer returned his kiss with a more feverent one of her own, crushing her lips onto his while Seth gently traced the contours of her body with his hands.
"Well, you have my permission." Summer said breathlessly, pulling away from him. Her hands lowered themselves from his shoulders to the buttons of his shirt, and she fumbled with them for a moment before Seth helped her, pulling the shirt off completely and tossing the useless garment to the side. Summer ran her hand across his burning skin, creating a strange shivering sensation to travel through the both of them. Seth's hand traveled up the smooth skin of her back, underneath the edge of her shirt. In a swift movement, that was off as well. As the two continued to embrace each other in passionate kisses, several more items of clothing were discarded, and their bodies were lost in a sea of sheets. Seth paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared at her. Only one question remained unanswered.
"Seth, I want to." Summer said, sounding surprisingly serious for somebody with impaired judgement due to intoxication. Seth felt his mouth go dry, he was utterly speechless. "I want to." Summer repeated firmly. It seemed as if Seth didn't have a choice in the matter, but he was more than happy to comply to his goddess' every wish.
"If you want to, but... I never really have before." Seth admitted, flushing immensely. Summer smiled seductively, and without a word she closed the distance between them, grining her hips gently against his, arousing the boy even further. "Well, you seem to know what you're doing." Seth managed to choke out, taking her hand in his. Summer met his eyes briefly before planting another kiss onto his bruised lips and rolling on top of him.
"Seth... Oh God... Seth, Seth, Seth!" Summer groaned, shaking in her slumber. The boy looked down at the girl resting, or rather, shaking against his shoulder with slight embarrassment. By now she had attracted a lot of attention from the country-clubbers gathered in the stands. Seth reached his arm around her, shaking her shoulder. "Oh Seth!" She moaned loudly, leaning against him further.
"Summer... summer!" Seth called urgently, shaking her shoulder more. Suddenly, Summer snapped out of it and bolted up right. Finding herself leaning against Seth's shoulder with his arm around her and the memories of the dream, which had most definetly been a memory of *that* night, Summer quickly pulled away, shooting him a look of disgust. But it was nothing compared to the odd looks she was recieving from everybody else. Summer quickly buried her head in hands, feeling mortfied beyond belief. Without another word, she stood up and walked away, leaving Seth sitting there, completely stunned by what had just happened.
As Summer walked away, two different blonde girls watched her leave with narrowed eyes. One was on the verge of tears, the other close to smashing something. Anna Stern wiped her eyes, sitting down on the front row of the bleachers. Life seemed to be a cruel game. As if Summer getting pregnant by Anna's boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) wasn't horrible enough, it didn't take a genius to figure out what Summer had re-accounted in her cat nap. Anna rubbed her eyes, trying to stop the tears. She had to stop crying over him. He was just a boy. But with every passing moment, her hatred for Summer Roberts seemed to flourish. Anna glanced up, seeing a dark shadow hover before her. She turned away in disinterest, seeing Summer's annoying little friend standing next to her. Holly smirked, plopping down beside Anna.
"Something the matter?" Holly asked in her sugar-coated voice. Anna shot her a death glare.
"What do you want?" She asked bitterly.
"To help you." Holly said innocently. Anna laughed.
"No really, what do you want?" Anna asked seriously.
"To make hell for Summer Roberts." Holly shrugged. "Wouldn't that make you happy."
"Me? Yeah. It would make me feel a whole lot better, but what did she ever do to you?" Anna asked. "I thought you were friends."
"This is high school, Sweetie. There are no friends, simply allies." Anna blinked twice. That sounded oddly intelligent for a girl like Holly. "Euro History AP." Holly explained, "My dad made me take it."
"I still don't get why you want to help me."
"Like, I was lying about that. We're going to help each other. Somebody has to teach Summer a lesson. I know you agree with me."
"Yeah, but..."
"Anya, by the time we're through with Summer she'll be too ashamed to show her face here. She'll never bother your little geek again."
"It's Anna..." Anna corrected, while absorbing what Holly just said. "What do you plan to do?"
"Well, this is just a part of phase one." Holly replied slyly, pulling a voice recorder out of her pocket. "I gave one of the AV geeks a hand-job and he taught me how to use this thing." She explained. Anna shuddered, not really wanting the useless information. Holly pushed play on the button, and a voice they heard only moments ago began to play... "Seth... Oh God... Seth, Seth, Seth!" With a devious smirk, Holly pressed stop, tucking it back into her purse and extending her hand to Anna. "Do we have a deal?" Anna looked at the other girl's pale hand tentatively before reaching out with her own, shaking it firmly.
"Deal."