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 wanted to get this chapter up ASAP because it's definetly my favourite so far, and I hope you will all like it too!
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"What the hell is their problem?" Summer asked snippishly, walking away from the table where the usual "A Crowd" usually sat. "Those jerks, if it wasn't for us they wouldn't even be popular." Summer said, narrowing her eyes at them.
"Summer... chill." Marissa directed, leading her best friend over to another table. "There are plenty of other tables to eat lunch at."
"Yeah, but... Christ! I am going to go smack them!" Summer spun on her heels, trudging back towards their old table. Marissa quickly grabbed her friend and dragged her away.
"Now is not the time for a rage blackout!" Marissa reprimanded, sitting Summer down at an empty table and plopping a styrofoam tray of cafeteria food infront of her. Summer, for once, didn't grimace at the usually disgusting food and instead dove right in. "Hey Summer... did you ever hook Luke up with Holly?" Marissa asked, picking at her pizza. Summer looked up at her best friend, rolling her eyes.
"Don't sweat it, Coop. I'm way to busy worrying about my own problems," She pointed to her stomache, "I don't have the time to set Holly up, since she's so incapable of doing so herself." Summer muttered, shaking her head. Marissa nodded slowly, looking over her shoulder at the spot where their old "friends" sat, gossiping about "Peter's affair with Tate's girlfriend, Kelly!" and the like.
"Summer, I think that Holly's getting back at you. That's why none of our friends want anything to do with us anymore..." Marissa trailed off.
"I thought they said it was because we hung out with Chino and Seth too much." Summer said, furrowing her brow. Marissa nodded.
"Because Holly enstilled that into their brains." Marissa informed thoughtfully. "But apparently she hasn't told anybody about..." Marissa's gaze flicked to Summer's stomache.
"I don't give a damn about those low-lifes," Summer glared at their crowd, "But I don't want anyone to find out about this little rodent. I've already scheduled an appointment for Friday to get it abortioned. After that, I'm home free." She said with a smile. Marissa's jaw dropped slightly.
"Already? You've already scheduled it? You're only 1 month and a week pregnant!" Marissa whispered.
"Coop, if I don't do it soon, I won't be able to at all. I'm not going to take that chance." Summer shrugged. "God, Friday is going to be like a second birthday for me."
"Does Seth know?" Marissa asked, concern evident in her hazel eyes. Summer rolled her eyes.
"Quit being such a sap, Coop. I'll tell him later today." She said with nonchalance.
"What about your parents?" Marissa asked worriedly.
"Are you kidding? The guy with the beard left for Singapore yet again, and my Step-mother's been too drugged up to even notice. They don't have to know."
"But they're your parents!" Marissa whispered harshly, gripping the edge of the table.
"Are they?" Summer asked, meeting Marissa eye to eye. Marissa sighed, looking away. She didn't know how to answer that one.
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"Where are you going?" Kirsten Cohen asked her son, just as he was half-way out the door. Seth stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at his mother.
"The beach..." Seth trailed off, his eyes darting back and forth in a distracted manner.
"Why?" The interrogation began.
"To pick up Ryan from the Crab Shack." Seth said, nodding his head.
"Seth, Ryan just got home 10 minutes ago." Kirsten informed him, folding her arms. "Why don't you tell me the truth?"
"Okay, look..." Seth bit his lip, pondering what exactly to say. "I'm meeting Summer there." He admitted, blushing somewhat.
"Summer?" Kirsten raised an eyebrow at her son. "Isn't that the girl who-"
"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Seth interrupted her. "Well, gotta go. See ya." He said quickly, walking outside and shutting the door behind him. He didn't know what the heck he was going to do once his parents found out Summer was pregnant with his child. They would murder him, or worse, or skin him alive and dip him in a pool of salt, or lock him up in his room for eternity with no video games. Seth winced at the thought. His parents were strict enough with him as it was... And his mother's status was another thing to consider. Seth bit his lip. This wouldn't be easy, but to be with Summer, he'd take his parents' wrath.
After skateboarding down to the beach, Seth arrived there a little before the sunset, as many people were beginning to desert the beach. Seth spotted the short raven haired princess, standing next to a bench half buried in the sand, sporting denim shorts and a cardigan, hugging herself for warmth. Seth approached her, feeling his mouth go dry.
"Um," He cleared his throat, "Hi Summer... You, um, told me to meet you here, so... here I am." He said, trying to seem sanguine. Summer wasn't as jovial. She didn't seem to want to meet him in the eye, and instead had her gaze fixed on his feet. Seth tossed his skateboard back and forth in his hand. "Summer?" He prodded gently. Summer tucked a chunk of dark hair behind her ear, inhaling deeply.
"Okay, look... Seth, I've had enough of Coop's nagging to know that I have to break this to you myself, so here goes... I know, you're not going to like this, but you know, that's tough, because you don't have a period." Seth blinked at this, scratching his head distractedly. "Seth, I have an appointment on Friday. For the abortion." She added, her voice a quiet murmur. A moment of silence swept through them, until it was interrupted by Seth's skateboard clanging against the bench.
"You... you said you'd think about it." Seth said softly, his brown eyes growing even larger than usual. Summer turned away from him. She didn't know how to justify it, but she just couldn't meet his eyes. If she did, she knew she might say something she regretted. He was making her feel bad enough, with that shaky tremble in his tone. She didn't need any more guilt.
"I did think about it, Seth." Summer sighed, shutting her eyes. Maybe when she opened them, he'd just go away... He'd leave her alone, let her live her life. Out of sight out of mind, right? She didn't want to think about him anymore than she had to, but it was hard not to. She was very well aware that she was breaking his heart.
"You can't... you can't think about it a little longer?" Seth questioned, collapsing onto the bench. Summer shook her head and found herself involuntarily sitting down as well, forgetting about the irritating sand stuck in her sandals. "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
"Yeah." Summer nodded, her voice slipping out like a stuttered whisper. She felt herself losing grip, the stress was building up on her, and he was only making it worse... Didn't he realize that? She was breaking his heart, but he was breaking her... "But it's not about you. It's about me." Summer added.
"You don't think I realize that?" Seth asked, looking up at him. He reached forward, grasping both of her hands in his. "What do you think I've been doing for the better part of my life? Worshipping you, making sure you're allright, looking out for you, being concerned for you... You're all I care about." Seth uttered, squeezing her hands tightly. Summer pried them from his grip.
"Seth, don't." She admonished, turning away stubbornly. Nothing would make her change her mind. Her heart was set, it always had been... a heart etched in stone. Summer gasped suddenly, feeling a soft warm texture against the side of her face. It took awhile to realize that it was Seth's hand, gently stroking her cheek... No, not just that. He was wiping away her tears. Summer felt revelation flood through her. She hadn't even realized that she had been crying. When did this happen? When did the world suddenly open up beneath and suck her in? When had Seth's feelings suddenly matter just as much as her own?
"What are you afraid of, Summer?" Seth asked, turning her so that she faced him. Summer felt her eyes well up even worse, and prayed that they would stop. She must've seemed so weak and pathetic... but wasn't that the truth? Wasn't she? She wasn't strong enough to go through with this pregnancy. She'd watched WB Dramas before... She wasn't anything like those brave girls, having a baby for the sake of sweeps and higher ratings. "Summer, please, tell me one thing... Is it me?" Seth asked earnestly. Summer bit her lip. Why did he have to be so sweet... even after she broke his every wish?
"It's not you." Summer admitted. "It's me." Oh god, it sounded like a classic break-up. Summer wiped her eyes. She must've looked terrible. There wasn't a mirror around, but Summer was able to visualize the tangled dark hair, running mascara and puffy eyes in her mind. Yet... Seth looked at her the same as always. Like she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "Seth?" She managed to choke up, daring herself to look him in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Any girl... any girl who got pregnant, like me... They would kill to have you be the father." Summer admitted, her eyes becoming glazed with wet tears. "But, I'm not just any girl." Summer shuddered, shaking her head. Seth's hand trailed down lightly, squeezing her shoulder.
"I know." He nodded, "That's why I love you." Summer recalled laughing at those words not so long ago... but tonight, they touched her. For the first time in the long years she'd known this statement for a fact, in her desperate time of need and comfort, it finally began to break through. "Summer, please tell me what's on your mind." Seth asked, draping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her against him. Summer didn't find the force to object.
"I can't have this baby, Seth. That's all I can say. I just can't." Summer shook her head. "You... you know me better than almost anyone aside from Coop. You should know I'm not cut out to be a mother." She reasoned, looking at him pleadingly. Seth simply shook his head.
"You have the ability to be whatever you want to be, Summer. You took care of a squirrel when you were in the 4th grade. You'll be able to do this." Seth assured her.
"Seth, a squirrel is not a baby!" Summer cried, tears falling gracefully from her cheeks. "And I don't even want to do this!" Summer said, her cries transformed into sobs of fury. "It's not worth it. Having a baby isn't worth all the pain!"
"Summer?" Seth questioned, looking at her oddly. "Are you having another one of your rage blackouts?" He inquired. Faster than a speeding bullet, Summer's hand collided with his face, slapping him. Seth touched his cheek. That would be two slaps recently, one from Summer, one from Anna.
"You don't understand!" Summer yelled, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "You don't have to go through with it, and it's so scary." Her voice softened to a murmur, a whisper, and she hung her head low from shame. Seth kept his eyes locked on hers, nodding at her, beckoning her to keep talking. "I'm so afraid." She shrugged, wiping her eyes and turning away from him. "I must look just like crap." She muttered, shaking her head.
"No, no you don't." Seth replied earnestly, placing his hand over his. "Summer, why didn't you just say what was on your mind in the first place?" Seth asked taking her one hand in both of his. Summer rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you honestly think I wanted to open up to you?" She asked. "I didn't. I don't open up to anyone. Even Coop had no idea of how much this really affected me." Summer shuddered. "But Coop's strong. Look at all the crap she's been through, and now she's so... happy."
"You're strong too."
"I'm not. I think having this baby will kill me, Seth. I really think it will. Child-birth is scary. The process and what happens before and after. There's no way I'd be able to go through with all of that..."
"You won't have to alone." Seth reassured her. "I'll be with you, Summer. I'll take care of you, and the baby. I won't ever abandon you." He promised.
"I know you won't." Summer said simply. She'd known for a long time. She didn't need to be convinced either. "But this isn't just about you. It's about me... and the fact that without somebody holding my hand, like you or Coop... I'm just a weakling." Summer admitted, her tone edgy and bitter.
"You will be if you don't even try."
"Try? Cohen, this is a baby, this is pregnancy. This isn't trial and error!" Summer exclaimed, waving her hands in exaggeration. Seth nodded. "There is no way I will be able to have a baby. I would die." She exhaled, a pearlescent tear rolling down her tanned cheek. She almost pulled back when Seth reached his hand up to wipe the tear away, but refrained. She felt herself shaking as he cupped her face with his hands, looking straight into her eyes.
"Summer... I believe that you will be able to do this, and I will be there for you too. I believe in you, Summer. I'll take care of you... and everything will work out." Seth said softly. Summer felt herself trembling as each of his words touched her in some way, and she found herself vulnerable and unable to attempt to act like they were just words that didn't matter. They weren't simply words, they were promises.
"Seth-" Summer began to speak, but she was interrupted as Seth silenced her with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, reassuring her and allowing her to relax and revel in it. Seth's smooth lips slowly sliding against her own, encompassing her in their warmth. It wasn't like the last time they had kissed- inside Holly's guest bedroom. It wasn't sloppy, it wasn't drunk or lust-driven. Seth knew exactly what he was doing right now and so did Summer as she began to kiss him back, parting her lips slightly to allow him further entrance. She felt his tongue grazed hers, and clung onto him tightly before pulling away and taking a quick breath, looking up at him through her strewn hair and dark eyes. Summer didn't have to say anything else. The small smile that crossed her face for the first time in weeks indicated enough. As Summer leaned forward, resting her head on Seth's chest, she could feel that tiny flicker of hope inside of her heart igniting amongst the decaying darkness.
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Whoa. That was all Seth x Summer-ish, now wasn't it? My favourite chapter so far, obviously. The next chapter is going to be updated really fast because it will be an entirely Ryan x Marissa chapter, so if you don't like them, feel free to skip over it, I doubt it will hinder the plot. This is just for the R/M fans, and because something that a reviewer asked insipired me.
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 wanted to get this chapter up ASAP because it's definetly my favourite so far, and I hope you will all like it too!
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"What the hell is their problem?" Summer asked snippishly, walking away from the table where the usual "A Crowd" usually sat. "Those jerks, if it wasn't for us they wouldn't even be popular." Summer said, narrowing her eyes at them.
"Summer... chill." Marissa directed, leading her best friend over to another table. "There are plenty of other tables to eat lunch at."
"Yeah, but... Christ! I am going to go smack them!" Summer spun on her heels, trudging back towards their old table. Marissa quickly grabbed her friend and dragged her away.
"Now is not the time for a rage blackout!" Marissa reprimanded, sitting Summer down at an empty table and plopping a styrofoam tray of cafeteria food infront of her. Summer, for once, didn't grimace at the usually disgusting food and instead dove right in. "Hey Summer... did you ever hook Luke up with Holly?" Marissa asked, picking at her pizza. Summer looked up at her best friend, rolling her eyes.
"Don't sweat it, Coop. I'm way to busy worrying about my own problems," She pointed to her stomache, "I don't have the time to set Holly up, since she's so incapable of doing so herself." Summer muttered, shaking her head. Marissa nodded slowly, looking over her shoulder at the spot where their old "friends" sat, gossiping about "Peter's affair with Tate's girlfriend, Kelly!" and the like.
"Summer, I think that Holly's getting back at you. That's why none of our friends want anything to do with us anymore..." Marissa trailed off.
"I thought they said it was because we hung out with Chino and Seth too much." Summer said, furrowing her brow. Marissa nodded.
"Because Holly enstilled that into their brains." Marissa informed thoughtfully. "But apparently she hasn't told anybody about..." Marissa's gaze flicked to Summer's stomache.
"I don't give a damn about those low-lifes," Summer glared at their crowd, "But I don't want anyone to find out about this little rodent. I've already scheduled an appointment for Friday to get it abortioned. After that, I'm home free." She said with a smile. Marissa's jaw dropped slightly.
"Already? You've already scheduled it? You're only 1 month and a week pregnant!" Marissa whispered.
"Coop, if I don't do it soon, I won't be able to at all. I'm not going to take that chance." Summer shrugged. "God, Friday is going to be like a second birthday for me."
"Does Seth know?" Marissa asked, concern evident in her hazel eyes. Summer rolled her eyes.
"Quit being such a sap, Coop. I'll tell him later today." She said with nonchalance.
"What about your parents?" Marissa asked worriedly.
"Are you kidding? The guy with the beard left for Singapore yet again, and my Step-mother's been too drugged up to even notice. They don't have to know."
"But they're your parents!" Marissa whispered harshly, gripping the edge of the table.
"Are they?" Summer asked, meeting Marissa eye to eye. Marissa sighed, looking away. She didn't know how to answer that one.
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"Where are you going?" Kirsten Cohen asked her son, just as he was half-way out the door. Seth stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at his mother.
"The beach..." Seth trailed off, his eyes darting back and forth in a distracted manner.
"Why?" The interrogation began.
"To pick up Ryan from the Crab Shack." Seth said, nodding his head.
"Seth, Ryan just got home 10 minutes ago." Kirsten informed him, folding her arms. "Why don't you tell me the truth?"
"Okay, look..." Seth bit his lip, pondering what exactly to say. "I'm meeting Summer there." He admitted, blushing somewhat.
"Summer?" Kirsten raised an eyebrow at her son. "Isn't that the girl who-"
"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Seth interrupted her. "Well, gotta go. See ya." He said quickly, walking outside and shutting the door behind him. He didn't know what the heck he was going to do once his parents found out Summer was pregnant with his child. They would murder him, or worse, or skin him alive and dip him in a pool of salt, or lock him up in his room for eternity with no video games. Seth winced at the thought. His parents were strict enough with him as it was... And his mother's status was another thing to consider. Seth bit his lip. This wouldn't be easy, but to be with Summer, he'd take his parents' wrath.
After skateboarding down to the beach, Seth arrived there a little before the sunset, as many people were beginning to desert the beach. Seth spotted the short raven haired princess, standing next to a bench half buried in the sand, sporting denim shorts and a cardigan, hugging herself for warmth. Seth approached her, feeling his mouth go dry.
"Um," He cleared his throat, "Hi Summer... You, um, told me to meet you here, so... here I am." He said, trying to seem sanguine. Summer wasn't as jovial. She didn't seem to want to meet him in the eye, and instead had her gaze fixed on his feet. Seth tossed his skateboard back and forth in his hand. "Summer?" He prodded gently. Summer tucked a chunk of dark hair behind her ear, inhaling deeply.
"Okay, look... Seth, I've had enough of Coop's nagging to know that I have to break this to you myself, so here goes... I know, you're not going to like this, but you know, that's tough, because you don't have a period." Seth blinked at this, scratching his head distractedly. "Seth, I have an appointment on Friday. For the abortion." She added, her voice a quiet murmur. A moment of silence swept through them, until it was interrupted by Seth's skateboard clanging against the bench.
"You... you said you'd think about it." Seth said softly, his brown eyes growing even larger than usual. Summer turned away from him. She didn't know how to justify it, but she just couldn't meet his eyes. If she did, she knew she might say something she regretted. He was making her feel bad enough, with that shaky tremble in his tone. She didn't need any more guilt.
"I did think about it, Seth." Summer sighed, shutting her eyes. Maybe when she opened them, he'd just go away... He'd leave her alone, let her live her life. Out of sight out of mind, right? She didn't want to think about him anymore than she had to, but it was hard not to. She was very well aware that she was breaking his heart.
"You can't... you can't think about it a little longer?" Seth questioned, collapsing onto the bench. Summer shook her head and found herself involuntarily sitting down as well, forgetting about the irritating sand stuck in her sandals. "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
"Yeah." Summer nodded, her voice slipping out like a stuttered whisper. She felt herself losing grip, the stress was building up on her, and he was only making it worse... Didn't he realize that? She was breaking his heart, but he was breaking her... "But it's not about you. It's about me." Summer added.
"You don't think I realize that?" Seth asked, looking up at him. He reached forward, grasping both of her hands in his. "What do you think I've been doing for the better part of my life? Worshipping you, making sure you're allright, looking out for you, being concerned for you... You're all I care about." Seth uttered, squeezing her hands tightly. Summer pried them from his grip.
"Seth, don't." She admonished, turning away stubbornly. Nothing would make her change her mind. Her heart was set, it always had been... a heart etched in stone. Summer gasped suddenly, feeling a soft warm texture against the side of her face. It took awhile to realize that it was Seth's hand, gently stroking her cheek... No, not just that. He was wiping away her tears. Summer felt revelation flood through her. She hadn't even realized that she had been crying. When did this happen? When did the world suddenly open up beneath and suck her in? When had Seth's feelings suddenly matter just as much as her own?
"What are you afraid of, Summer?" Seth asked, turning her so that she faced him. Summer felt her eyes well up even worse, and prayed that they would stop. She must've seemed so weak and pathetic... but wasn't that the truth? Wasn't she? She wasn't strong enough to go through with this pregnancy. She'd watched WB Dramas before... She wasn't anything like those brave girls, having a baby for the sake of sweeps and higher ratings. "Summer, please, tell me one thing... Is it me?" Seth asked earnestly. Summer bit her lip. Why did he have to be so sweet... even after she broke his every wish?
"It's not you." Summer admitted. "It's me." Oh god, it sounded like a classic break-up. Summer wiped her eyes. She must've looked terrible. There wasn't a mirror around, but Summer was able to visualize the tangled dark hair, running mascara and puffy eyes in her mind. Yet... Seth looked at her the same as always. Like she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "Seth?" She managed to choke up, daring herself to look him in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Any girl... any girl who got pregnant, like me... They would kill to have you be the father." Summer admitted, her eyes becoming glazed with wet tears. "But, I'm not just any girl." Summer shuddered, shaking her head. Seth's hand trailed down lightly, squeezing her shoulder.
"I know." He nodded, "That's why I love you." Summer recalled laughing at those words not so long ago... but tonight, they touched her. For the first time in the long years she'd known this statement for a fact, in her desperate time of need and comfort, it finally began to break through. "Summer, please tell me what's on your mind." Seth asked, draping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her against him. Summer didn't find the force to object.
"I can't have this baby, Seth. That's all I can say. I just can't." Summer shook her head. "You... you know me better than almost anyone aside from Coop. You should know I'm not cut out to be a mother." She reasoned, looking at him pleadingly. Seth simply shook his head.
"You have the ability to be whatever you want to be, Summer. You took care of a squirrel when you were in the 4th grade. You'll be able to do this." Seth assured her.
"Seth, a squirrel is not a baby!" Summer cried, tears falling gracefully from her cheeks. "And I don't even want to do this!" Summer said, her cries transformed into sobs of fury. "It's not worth it. Having a baby isn't worth all the pain!"
"Summer?" Seth questioned, looking at her oddly. "Are you having another one of your rage blackouts?" He inquired. Faster than a speeding bullet, Summer's hand collided with his face, slapping him. Seth touched his cheek. That would be two slaps recently, one from Summer, one from Anna.
"You don't understand!" Summer yelled, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "You don't have to go through with it, and it's so scary." Her voice softened to a murmur, a whisper, and she hung her head low from shame. Seth kept his eyes locked on hers, nodding at her, beckoning her to keep talking. "I'm so afraid." She shrugged, wiping her eyes and turning away from him. "I must look just like crap." She muttered, shaking her head.
"No, no you don't." Seth replied earnestly, placing his hand over his. "Summer, why didn't you just say what was on your mind in the first place?" Seth asked taking her one hand in both of his. Summer rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you honestly think I wanted to open up to you?" She asked. "I didn't. I don't open up to anyone. Even Coop had no idea of how much this really affected me." Summer shuddered. "But Coop's strong. Look at all the crap she's been through, and now she's so... happy."
"You're strong too."
"I'm not. I think having this baby will kill me, Seth. I really think it will. Child-birth is scary. The process and what happens before and after. There's no way I'd be able to go through with all of that..."
"You won't have to alone." Seth reassured her. "I'll be with you, Summer. I'll take care of you, and the baby. I won't ever abandon you." He promised.
"I know you won't." Summer said simply. She'd known for a long time. She didn't need to be convinced either. "But this isn't just about you. It's about me... and the fact that without somebody holding my hand, like you or Coop... I'm just a weakling." Summer admitted, her tone edgy and bitter.
"You will be if you don't even try."
"Try? Cohen, this is a baby, this is pregnancy. This isn't trial and error!" Summer exclaimed, waving her hands in exaggeration. Seth nodded. "There is no way I will be able to have a baby. I would die." She exhaled, a pearlescent tear rolling down her tanned cheek. She almost pulled back when Seth reached his hand up to wipe the tear away, but refrained. She felt herself shaking as he cupped her face with his hands, looking straight into her eyes.
"Summer... I believe that you will be able to do this, and I will be there for you too. I believe in you, Summer. I'll take care of you... and everything will work out." Seth said softly. Summer felt herself trembling as each of his words touched her in some way, and she found herself vulnerable and unable to attempt to act like they were just words that didn't matter. They weren't simply words, they were promises.
"Seth-" Summer began to speak, but she was interrupted as Seth silenced her with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, reassuring her and allowing her to relax and revel in it. Seth's smooth lips slowly sliding against her own, encompassing her in their warmth. It wasn't like the last time they had kissed- inside Holly's guest bedroom. It wasn't sloppy, it wasn't drunk or lust-driven. Seth knew exactly what he was doing right now and so did Summer as she began to kiss him back, parting her lips slightly to allow him further entrance. She felt his tongue grazed hers, and clung onto him tightly before pulling away and taking a quick breath, looking up at him through her strewn hair and dark eyes. Summer didn't have to say anything else. The small smile that crossed her face for the first time in weeks indicated enough. As Summer leaned forward, resting her head on Seth's chest, she could feel that tiny flicker of hope inside of her heart igniting amongst the decaying darkness.
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Whoa. That was all Seth x Summer-ish, now wasn't it? My favourite chapter so far, obviously. The next chapter is going to be updated really fast because it will be an entirely Ryan x Marissa chapter, so if you don't like them, feel free to skip over it, I doubt it will hinder the plot. This is just for the R/M fans, and because something that a reviewer asked insipired me.