Chapter Ten

"Damn you, Marissa. Damn you," Marissa was obviously shocked by Summer's confrontation. "Because now, I'm having damn guilt trips because of the damn way I acted with damn Seth Cohen. Do you KNOW what you're doing to me?" Marissa shrugged guiltily, and in her mind she was satisfied- she knew Summer would cave and finally talk to Seth. Before Marissa could once more speak, Summer intervened. "Geez. I feel like an idiot, that can't keep her reputation, or pride straight," Summer paused again, straying to look into Marissa's eyes. "And you know what's the worst damn part?" Marissa nodded unknowingly. "I don't even know WHAT he wanted to show me in the first place! So now I'm damn curious! Stupid, damn, Cohen!" Marissa hadn't seen Summer break-down like this in quite a looooonngggg time. She was looked at her best friend, trying scrupulously to comfort her, with any simple gestures, but she simply sat there, beside her, completely dumbfounded.

Finally, Marissa's ghost reappeared. "Summer, take a deep breath." Summer followed Marissa's careful instructions, although she knew quite well Marissa was no therapist. "Now, what's really bugging you about Seth Cohen? Let it out, honey. Let it out." Marissa encouraged, but little did she know, instead of picking Summer back up from her pieces, she'd shatter her even more.

"Everything. Every damn thing about him! His gorgeous, chocolate eyes… His curly, dark hair… His geeky laugh, and smile!" Summer pouted, and sighed. "He's so tall. Funny. Amazing…"

"Oh dear God. Summer," Marissa paused suspiciously. "You like Seth Cohen." Marissa announced proudly. Summer gasped silently.

"No, Cooper." Summer said with slight disgust, worry dancing across her tired face. "I have just fallen in love with Seth Cohen." Summer gulped, and turned her gaze away from Marissa. Marissa was grinning from ear-to-ear- she didn't know convincing Summer that Cohen was a great guy would be so damn easy. She also didn't know that Summer would go for it, without Seth doing, well, anything. Then Summer suddenly glared at Marissa, pointing her finger threateningly at her, "If you say a WORD to Cohen, I'll kill you in your sleep."

"I can bet you, that Cohen will know by tonight." Marissa said proudly, of course she was joking. But little paranoid Summer, didn't know that yet. She grabbed the nearest pillow, and to Marissa's surprise, Summer bashed it over her head. Marissa was left stunned, lying face first on the bed, with a severe blow to the head with the pillow. Summer sat satisfied, looking at Marissa.

"I warned you Cooper." Summer said, but to her shock, Marissa's quick reflexes grabbed another nearby pillow and bashed Summer in the head in return. "I can't believe you!" Summer reposessed her pillow, and she shreiked, "PILLOW FIGHT!"

With that, the girls were well on their way to a room full of drifting feathers. The girls were laughing, shreiking, and pounding eachother harmlessly. However, at 1 in the morning, certain people are very grumpy. Marissa's cell phone rang triumphantly.

"Hello?" Marissa answered it tentatively.

"Marissa Cooper, where the HELL are you at one in the morning?" Marissa recognized this wicked voice, as Julie Cooper's. "Get your skinny butt back to the house- Now."

"Whoa, sorry. Don't have a cow now, Mom." Marissa spat out the words 'Mom' as if they were meaningless to her. "I'll be home in 10 minutes. Relax already." Julie didn't even wait for her daughter to explain, as she slammed down the phone rapidly. Marissa decided to jet, with a grin on her face, remembering the blast the two had had. It was fun, while it lasted.

"Bye, Summer." Marissa hugged her, while she was leaving. "Don't dream too dirtily about Cohen, now." Marissa grinned, as she looked at Summer's face.

"Marisaaaa! Just get out of here!" Summer shreiked, also grinning a silly grin.

Seth sat up malevolently in his bed, as he frowned, clearly not being able to sleep. He looked at the clock- 2:47 a.m. He rolled his eyes, and slammed back down onto his bed. His mind was busy with vigorous thoughts, that he couldn't put together.

Once Marissa got home, Julie Cooper greeted her angrily. "Where were you, Marissa?" She asked coldly.

"Sorry, mom, I was at Summer's." Marissa grinned innocently, shrugging, ready to go back up to her room.

"Wait a minute Marissa Cooper. I'm not yet done with you, if you haven't noticed." Julie raised her eyebrow tentatively. "Can I please see your cell phone?" Marissa raised her eyebrow unknowingly, gaping at her mother's odd, yet oddly evil expression. She did as she was told. "Until you show me, and your father," Referring to Caleb Nichol, "That you are even an inch responsible, you're not getting this back, Honey." Julie tried to seem protective, but Marissa knew very well, she was one of the millions of people on the Earth, that had the sole purpose to make her life absolutely miserable. "Oh, and Baby, don't expect your television, stereo system, door lock and telephone- I've confiscated those too, until further notice. Now, I'm done with you. Go up to your room." Julie's saying that, only made Marissa want to rebel even more. Marissa smiled carelessly, giving up the impression that she was not affected by this, at all.

"You're going to give them back to me." Marissa said with certainty, "You'll give them back, because you know I'll hate your devil arse if you don't," Marissa paused and repeated once more, nodding her head slyly, "You'll give it back to me." Marissa sighed, and walked proudly up the stairs, leaving Julie Cooper squinting her eyes in shame. Marissa was too giddy, for anyone, even her mother, to bring her down. As she entered her room, she sighed happily, knowing she had something to do with the highly potential relationship, between Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts. Although Summer didn't quite love to admit her "weaknesses" Marissa knew she would come through.

"I gotta explain myself. Screw, Marissa's rules. I love this girl!" Seth whispered to himself, concerned. Seth dialed Summer's cell phone number meticulously, hoping the girl wasn't asleep yet. He waited as the cell phone rang constantly, hearing the intolerable ring pound in his ears.

"Hello?" Summer yawned into the phone, seemingly tired. Seth gulped, and said what he had carefully written in his mind.

"Summer- don't hang up. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so damn sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. But it wasn't you. I like you-yes, but that wasn't you. It was from the Internet. Please don't be mad. Please!" Seth begged, hoping Summer would lift about a billion pounds off his heart.

"You called me. At 2:45 in the freggen night, to tell me you're sorry?" Summer tried to seem tough, and mighty, repelling Cohen in every way possible. Seth guility mmhm-ed. "Do you not know, that Summer Roberts needs her beauty rest?" Summer spat carefully, knowing inside she wanted to talk him as much as possible. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, while her stomach was enduring hard-core butterflies. Summer was quite the actress, since she could play so macho, despite the fact that she was breaking down just hearing Seth's mellow voice. His shy silence, was making her legs give out, as she was beginning to feel paralysed inside. She finally managed to say, quietly, "Cohen, I'm really tired."

"Wait," Seth said frantically, "Will you forgive me?" Seth said in a cute, and sweet voice. Summer smiled listening to Seth, who was probably failing to sleep because of her. She caused a suspenceful silence, motivating Seth's thoughts, and paranoya.

But in reality, Summer was just admiring the sexiness in Seth's voice, and her temporary amnesia, made her forget that she was to answer a crucial question. Then it dawned on Summer, that Seth was on the other line waiting anxiously for the determining "going-to-sleep-or-not" kinda question. Summer whispered, slowly, "Yes."