A/N: Here's chapter two, which is mainly Summer's POV. It's written differently than chapter one was.But it's supposed to be. And I know that isn't a very good excuse for how crummy this part is. Oh, well. The third chapter is going to be about Seth.
Forget to Forget
Summer quietly walked towards the end of the hall. The door to the room was open and she could tell that Marissa was in there because the light was on.
Marissa? she called out, but her voice was hoarse, caused by the sob that was threatening to explode in her throat.
…Summer? Marissa called back. There was the slightest hint of panic in her voice.
Marissa…Seth…he…he broke up with me... I don't know what happened…we were doing so well…
Oh my God! Don't come in yet…just hold on a sec! I need to…
Marissa didn't finish her sentence because Summer had appeared in the doorway. It was too late. She had already seen them.
Summer's eyes grew rounder and rounder as she gazed around the room.
They were everywhere. Scattered among the dresser. Stacked in a heap on the nightstand. Pinned to the walls.
Cosmo Girl. Cosmo Girl. CosmoGirl.
Summer could recognize the source of the drawings anywhere. But she asked Marissa anyway.
What is…what is this? she whispered. If she had spoken any louder she would have lost it.
Marissa shifted from one foot to another. …I'm sorry, Summer. I've had them since July. You were gone. Then you came back. And I guess I just never had the time to take them down.
Or maybe you just didn't want to take them down, Summer accused, sniffling.
Marissa opened her mouth. She didn't reply, though. She felt empty. She – they – had been caught.
That's what I thought, Summer said when she could tell Marissa couldn't say anything to cover it up.
…I'm sorry. We just…we just didn't know how to tell you.
Summer swallowed. You're supposed to be…you were supposed to be my best friend…
Marissa opened her mouth again - probably to say some bull about how sorry she was -and pleaded, Summer, it's been over for a long-
When she slammed the door behind her Summer couldn't see anything - hear anything, believe anything - anymore.
