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"I'm going to ask you one more time," Seth said before he took in a deep breath. "Why aren't we together?"
Seth Cohen glanced up to see a young women staring at him.
Catching his eye, Summer blushed slightly and turned her head away.
Seth raised an eyebrow and went back to his magazine, muttering something under his breath.
It was 11:30 in the morning and Seth, Summer, and Michael Ann were on a plane to Newport; it was a lazy Sunday, much to calm for arguments.
It appeared to the outer view that Seth was tremendously engrossed in his magazine, as his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were moving furiously. However, that was not the case. He was busy thinking about Summer and her decision, cursing under his breath about how ridiculous it was.
Summer, on the other hand, was openly watching Seth, and giving off a worried aura. She was busy thinking about not only her decision and Seth, but her parents, Seth's parents, and seeing Marissa once again. Not to mention everyone's reaction towards Michael Ann.
As for Michael Ann, well, she didn't know what was happening between her parents. But what she did know was that she was going to be meeting her family in about four hours and was dead exhausted. She had kept herself up all night, excited about the trip. Easily, she fell asleep right away.
Noticing Seth's slight glare at his magazine, Summer leaned back and let out a very deep sigh. He's still angry.
"Boy, that was a loud sigh, wasn't it?"
Summer jerked her head at Seth sharply.
"Like you have the weight of the world on you. Hm, I wonder what you're so stressed out about," Seth drawled out sarcastically.
"You always have something to say, don't you?" she spat back, sending him her meanest glare. Was it just her, or was this chair unbelievably uncomfortable?
"Just as much as you always having something to complain about," Seth quipped back.
Summer closed her eyes and sighed again.
"Seth, I'm tired as it is. I really don't need your stupid remarks."
"Hit a nerve, have I?"
"Why yes, yes you have. But not as hard as I hit yours the other day," Summer replied, sending him her sweetest smile. She went from exasperated to angry and to bitchy in less than two seconds. Touché.
Seth's eyes hardened at her comment and his gaze went back to his magazine.
After a moment of silence and no reply, Summer rolled her eyes and scoffed loudly.
"Oh, so now you're quiet?"
Seth closed his magazine and tossed it down below his seat. He leaned back into his chair and put both his hands behind his head, very aware of the stare Summer was sending him. He sighed inwardly.
"I," he began, "have nothing more to say to you."
He looked straight ahead, looking as if a man in content silence.
Summer narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils. She made sure Michael Ann was still sleeping before she leaned over more towards Seth.
"Why can't you just accept my decision?" she asked him in a furious whisper, clenched between her teeth.
With his hands still behind his head, Seth peered at her through the corner of his eye. He saw anger and a hint of desperation in her eyes.
"Because I don't like it," he said. "I think it's stupid and very weak. You can't even back it up with any evidence or logical reasoning. And anyway, who is it helping, huh? Not me, I can tell you that."
Summer pursed her lips and looked away, staring at the seat in front of her, but really not seeing anything. "Listen," she said slowly, "I'm sorry, okay?"
He scoffed and pulled his hands away from his head and began rubbing them against his pants.
"I really am sorry," she continued, "It's just…" she looked back up at him, his fidgeting forgotten. "I'm sorry I can't be with you…" she said, trailing off. "I just nee—"
"Stop it," Seth interrupted. "I'm tired of hearing the same excuses over and over again."
"But—"
"No, Summer! I really don't want to hear it anymore. I'm beginning to think if you really wanted to be with me by now, we'd be together."
"Seth…" Summer began, "It's just that I think we're going a little to—"
"Fast. I know. I've heard it already, okay?" Seth threw back. "And I've heard the 'what about your parents?!' excuse, so don't try that on me. I'm sick of it. If you don't want to be with me, fine. Whatever. Just don't make up lies to make the situation seem better because not only does it piss me off, it makes things worse."
"Excuse me?" Summer shot back, a small sound of disbelief in her voice. "And who do you think you are to assume that I'm making up lies and excuses? Those 'excuses' are legitimate and logical! They make perfect and total sense!"
Seth bitterly laughed and slid down in his seat. After a moment, he turned his head to look at the flustered brunette with a sad expression on his face.
"No, they don't, Summer," he replied, shaking his head, "they really, really don't."
Summer's angry expression lifted a little at Seth's fallen face.
"Y-Yes, they do," she replied weakly, "they…" she trailed off.
Seth looked so heart broken, sulking in his seat like that. Summer almost wanted to give in to everything and do whatever he wanted to make him happy. That sudden thought made her angry.
'He's doing this on purpose,' she thought, 'just to get you to give in. Don't give up now!'
"They're just not good enough for you," Summer firmly stated, her voice returning to its strength. Sudden inspiration pressed her to go on. "And tell me, 'oh great one,' what are these excused that I'm supposedly lying about, huh?" she challenged.
Seth opened his mouth and shot her a 'how stupid can you get?' look.
Ignoring this, she continued, "well?"
Seth looked away and breathed out a little laugh in disbelief.
"Everything!" Seth said, his voice rising higher at her 'stupid' question. "For one, my parents? Really? That's so clichéd and overused. It doesn't even fit in with out situation. What, you think they're going to be mad or something? Summer, they love you!"
"How do you know they still love me even now? After I left you. And especially I took away their grandchild who they don't even know about! See?!"
Seth didn't falter. "They're Sandy and Kirsten! You of all people should know how understanding they are! All we'll have to do it explain everything to them and we have a hallmark moment. Even you know that!"
Summer furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"No, I don't, Seth. I don't know that. Not anymore."
Seth began to protest before Summer cut him off.
"And anyway, even if that were to happen, that's not the only problem!"
"There we go again! Another one of your excuses! 'We're moving to fast,'" he said in a mocking, girly tone.
This made Summer clench her teeth.
"C'mon. We're moving to fast?! Summer, I've known you my whole life. We've been together before. In fact, more than once! How is this any different?" Seth asked. He saw a small sharp movement in the corner of his eye, but thought nothing of it.
Summer leaned up from Seth and averted her eyes elsewhere. Things got real quick. Seth could see her sad expression reflected across the window.
"It's different now, Seth, because," she paused for a second, "we have a daughter."
"I know we have a daughter," he replied quickly, "but I don't see how—"
"—I don't mind you two being together," a voice shot up from between them.
Both Seth and Summer looked down to see a now awaken Michael Ann staring back up at them. Her eyes wide, full of innocence as her head was peaking out of her blanket.
Seth gave her a side-lopped smile, but Summer's reaction was the total opposite.
She groaned. "Not you, too."
Seth shot Summer a hurt and confused look before replying to Michael Ann's comment.
"Thanks Mike. At least there's one person out there who agrees with me."
Summer rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Mike, honey? Can I talk to Seth alone for a second?"
Michael Ann, deciding it was the perfect time to be an annoying daughter, stayed put. "Sure, go right ahead," she replied with a smile.
Summer just stared at her expectantly.
Michael Ann feigned innocence. "OH! You want me to move?" she asked, gesturing towards herself for more effect. "Hmm, well," she looked at her legs, "I don't feel like it. Sorry."
Summer gave Michael Ann a threatening glare, but Michael Ann simple smiled back.
Going to option number two, she sent Seth a pleading look.
Seth just raised his eyebrows and looked away, following whatever Michael Ann was doing.
Summer sighed deeply. "Listen young lady, if you don't—"
"If you need to talk to Seth alone so badly that you have to use that tone, why don't you two just meet up in the bathroom? I'm really comfortable right now. Not to mention tired," she persuaded, letting out a very loud yawn to add to her case.
Seth hid a smile. Smart girl.
Summer tilted her head and grimaced a little.
"Michael Ann, those things are so disgusting. Please don't make me go in there," she whined, "why don't you be a good daughter and go in the bathroom for us?"
Michael Ann smiled slightly, "because, mother dear, what makes you think I'm going to go in something my mother rejects? If you can't even go in there, then I don't see why I should."
Michael Ann gave her a quick smile before leaning over and reaching for the headphones the airline provided. She pulled them on before Summer could get in another word.
Summer just stared at her daughter, but seeing how nothing was happening, she admitted defeat.
"Fine," she breathed out. She looked at Seth who had a small smirk on his face.
Michael Ann pulled off her headphones and smiled in triumph.
Summer narrowed her eyes. "Cohen. Bathroom. Now."
Seth chuckled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and obediently followed Summer orders. Of course, not without making a comment.
"Naughty."
"Seth!" both Michael Ann and Summer yelled in unison.
"Okay, okay. Don't rush me," he replied, a small smile dancing on his lips. He was soon out of site.
Summer turned her head back to Michael Ann.
"Listen, you and I are going to have a little talk about your attitude, got that? I don't appreciate how you're acting towards me."
Michael Ann bit her lip nervously. "Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I just think you two just need to be locked in a little room to fight out your differences… then you two will know what's right, right?"
Summer looked doubtful. She sighed and took a moment to collect herself before slowly standing up. She maneuvered herself across Michael Ann's lap and looked back at her daughter.
"Honey, do you really want us together?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"It's all up to you, mom. I want you to be happy."
Summer offered a smile before turning around and walking the funeral march towards the bathroom.
"and mom," Michael Ann called out, "don't get me involved. It's just you and him."
A/N: SO! How wa—? No! I'm kidding!
Summer knocked three times in a rhythmical pattern.
When Seth opened the bathroom door slightly and peeked outside, Summer put on a bored face. He immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her through. Have such a small space in the tiny cupboard called a bathroom, Summer naturally fell into Seth from the sudden roughness.
"Ew. Cohen! Gosh!" she screamed out of habit. Her voice came out muffled since her face was smothered into Seth's chest. She pushed herself away and banged her elbow on the door. "Damn it!" she yelled in pain, "I'm going to kill Michael Ann!"
Seth tried to make some room, but failed miserably as his foot accidentally went into the toilet, splashing water onto Summer.
Summer shrieked. "EW! COHEN! You got toilet water on me!" she yelled. There goes that nickname again. Rolling off her tongue oh so easily.
His eyes widened at what he had done. "Oh my god, Summer! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I swear! Here, let me help you clean that up," he offered nervously as he reached for the napkins set aside on the little sink to his right.
All angry disputes were forgotten.
As soon as his fingertips touched the napkins, his foot slid deeper into the water and he toppled over Summer, pushing her further against the wall.
"Cohen!" she yelled, "Get your clumsy ass off of me!"
Seth tried hard to pull his foot out, but it wouldn't budge.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, "I can't! I'm stuck!" he whined.
Summer sighed angrily as she tried to think of a way out.
She was now stuck.
Thank you, Michael Ann.
Meanwhile, being bored and stuck in one position for quite some time, Michael Ann decided to see how things were going. Seth and Summer have been gone for longer than an argument should have lasted. She got up and quickly found a line of people waiting for the bathroom. Did all these people really need to use the restroom?
It was then when Michael Ann realized what was happening.
"Damn it, Cohen! Stop doing that!" she heard someone yell.
"Oh no…" Michael Ann whispered to herself, shaking her head slightly, "this can't be happening."
A loud 'oof' was heard.
"I'm so sorry, Summer! I didn't mean to — OW! Summer! My toe!" another voice yelled back, only this voice sounded more amused and whiney versus angry.
Michael Ann walked quietly towards the crowd off people and asked some stranger nervously about what was happening.
"Uh, what's going on here?"
The stranger leaned towards her and said through the side of their mouth, "I'm not sure, but from the looks of it, it seems there's a couple in that bathroom trying to hookup. I don't think it's going to well," they answered, sniggering slightly as they did.
Shuffling could be heard, and then a sudden 'What?!'
"What are you doing?!" a voice leaked through the door. "Cohen! That's not how you do it! No! It's all wrong. Stop! You're making a fool of yourself."
"Excuse me for not knowing how to do it correctly! I haven't exactly had enough practiced to know! Don't blame me!" another voice shot back.
The crowd laughed and cheered loudly. Was it just Michael Ann or was the crowd getting bigger?
"How can you not know by now? Every boy should have learned about this around the age of puberty! No, Cohen! Stop it! It doesn't go in there that way!"
"Stop it, Summer! Just let me do it my way!"
Michael Ann let out a loud grown and rubbed her face with her hands. Damn.
"Excuse me for not knowing how to do it correctly! I haven't exactly had enough practiced to know! Don't blame me!" Seth shouted, trying to push Summer away.
A muffled noise was heard outside.
Summer pushed Seth from the sink and went in for herself.
"Can't believe you flooded the toilet," she muttered under her breath. "Even more unbelievable you don't know how to fix it."
Seth rolled her eyes and replied, "sorry for not knowing how to fix a flooded toilet. I've never flooded one. But the fact that you have… and know... well, it gives me ideas."
Summer turned her head and glared at Seth. "Don't assume anything. The toilet was already broken. I didn't clog it, if that's what you're thinking."
Seth let out a goofy grin. "You know how to fix one of those, too, don't you?" he asked.
Bad mistake.
"How can you not know by now? Every boy should have learned about this around the age of puberty!" Summer screamed at him.
Seth narrowed his eyes at her shot at his manhood and pulled the plunger out of Summer's hands. He began to randomly jerk the thing into the toilet.
Summer steamed at his stupidity and attempted to pull the plunger away from Seth.
He kept swatting her hands away and the two got into a silly cat fight.
"No, Cohen! Stop it!" Summer said loudly, finally pulling the plunger from Seth's hands. "It doesn't go in there that way!"
After a moment or so of Summer doing exactly what Seth was doing, he put his hands back on the plunger.
"Summer, move out of the way and let me do it."
"No. I'm fine," she said, brushing away his hand. "You might make it worse to the point it won't be fixable," she replied.
"Just let me do it my way!" he finally yelled, fed up with her comments.
Summer leaned back up with a satisfied grin. "There. Fixed." she said.
Seth, being a little shocked and feeling slightly like a pansy, pushed Summer out of the way to see if what she said was true. Yup. No more water filling the top.
Summer smirked at Seth's expression.
"Aw, poor Cohen. Feeling a bit like a girl aren't yo—" but never finished as she felt Seth Cohen's lips crash hard into hers. She dropped the object in her hand and instinctively put her arms around Seth.
Completely out of breath and shocked at the same time, all Summer could do was stare back at Seth when he pulled away, her eyes wide.
He was breathing hard.
"Summer," he began to explain, "you taking charge like that was just… really hot. So you can't blame me for kissing you. But I have to say something. I, at this moment, don't care if you want to be with me or not. But… I want you; more now than ever," he said, "so, I'm going ask you this only once…"
Summer held her breath, unprepared of what was going to be asked.
In the most serious tone Seth could muster, Seth asked his most wanted question.
"Will you have sex with me in this tiny airplane bathroom?"
Summer let out a giggle before breathing out "Yes" and pushing her lips against his once again.
A/N: and there you have it. I'm so incredibly sorry you had to wait so long for that. I thank everyone for the reviews. Well, I had it done earlier, like I said. But I didn't like it. So I rewrote it. Didn't like that either. I'm not entirely satisfied with this one, either, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it (: You were suppose to be in the O.C right now, but I'm thinking of a Ryrissa plot for this story. I assure you, though, it'll fixate mostly on SS (:
OH! And to gilmoregurl55! Sorry I had mistakes. I know my grammar isn't all that good, but I'm trying (: Thank you, though! And to those who stuck by me (: You're the best, best, best!!!
