Chapter 6: Lyrical Lies

Disclaimer: I do not own The O.C. or the words to the song I'm using.

A/N: I'm so, so, sorry. Last chapter I forgot to add in my Author's Note that NONE of you got the hint. I don't want to point it out because it will ruin the ending or whenever I reveal what it is. Anyway, I also want to mention that I will be changing the format of this. Instead of using the whole song I'll only using some lines. It gets tiresome using the whole song. If this format doesn't seem to work, then I'll just go back to the old one. Please read and review!

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"Lyrical Lies"

Cute Is What We Aim For

"Life Is Too Short, and You're Almost Dead," he said.

Seth was barely scraping by. He thought, he hoped it would get better but it didn't. It got worse. He just wanted it to be over. He wanted nothing more than his misery end. He wasn't about to go kill himself. He wasn't that kind of guy. But he just wanted things to be okay. At least okay. It wouldn't even matter if he wasn't happy, as long as he was okay. Something he was a far cry from at the moment.

He still hadn't told his family about him and Summer. Only Ryan knew. And Ryan wasn't about to go blab the truth the Sandy and Kirsten. He knew better than that. He had to let Seth do it. On his own time.

Seth felt that telling his parents would make it even more real. It would only sting more. For them to wonder why they're son fucked up the best thing he had. It would be adding salt to the wounds. Because Seth knew he fucked up. He knew. As much as he hated to admit it still, he knew it. It was his fault Summer had gone off and given herself away to another man.

That's right. Not only was Summer engaged to Ian, she had given herself to him. She hadn't just been with Seth anymore. She had been with Ian. And that's what hurt him. It was like a fucking knife to the heart. It made him feel like he was wasting time. Wasting his time with life. His life was waste. All because she was the one that got away.

You Want To Be Dressed In Poetry,

But Imagery Doesn't Fit.

Summer couldn't figure out why she felt a tug at her heart each and every time she kissed Ian. She didn't know why it didn't feel completely right. Why it felt as if something was missing. She loved Ian. She shouldn't be questioning it already. She had given herself to him. She was going to marry him. She was going to be with him for the rest of her life. Forever.

Forever.

That's a long time. A long time to be feeling empty. Empty? Where did that come from?

How was she empty? She had it all; a wonderful fiancé, a great job, the most amazing friends and a financially sound future. Why did she want more? What more was there even?

And You Want Resizing,

But Darling Dear, Get A Grip.

As Summer was sitting in the kitchen of he- the house she and Ian shared she heard the front door open and close. It was quickly followed by Ian calling for Summer. Taking a deep breath Summer got up from the kitchen table and walked out to meet him.

Immediately after setting her eyes on him she knew was she was so drawn to him. He was sweet, kind, funny, shy and not to mention good looking. She wondered why she doubted them. She knew whatever obstacles they would face in the future they could beat. She realized Ian adored her. He loved her. He wanted to be with her forever. She wasn't just somebody there to fill the void in his life. She was there to share his life.

But in all honesty, she knew all of this already. So why did she needed to be reminded of it? Why did she want something more?

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One day, which day he didn't know because now all the days just seemed to blur together, Seth was wandering aimlessly around town. He did that a lot now. He didn't like to hang around his apartment anymore. It had too many memories of him and Summer. But he also didn't want to get rid of it for the same reason.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, a habit that he had dropped about four years ago for the sake of Summer but had picked up a little bit in the last little while (it really all does come back to her), Seth could've sworn he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Brown hair whipping through the wind, the girl was clearly in a rush somewhere.

His breath hitched in his throat. He had to double back. One clear view of her face and his heart just stopped. It was her.

After taking a few seconds to get himself back together Seth quickly stubbed out his cigarette and rushed after Summer. Finally, he caught up with her. Only then did he wonder what the hell he was doing.

What was he doing? Did he seriously think he could walk up to Summer and sweep her off her feet? She was engaged now. That wasn't likely to happen. The nerves were getting to be too much. Just as he was about to turn around and run as fast and far away as he could, she saw him.

When they're eyes locked, time stopped.

And in that moment they both knew. Seth knew he would give her the world. And Summer knew it too.

You're Moving But Not Aware,

You're Drowsy Without a Care.

Neither of them really realized what was happening. All of the sudden they were back at they- his apartment. It was like a dance they were doing. It was perfect. They knew exactly what they were doing.

When they kissed they forgot why Summer left. They forgot the troubles they had. They relished in the fact that at this moment they were together. Nobody else mattered. Only they did. They didn't think about the future or the past. They were only thinking of that moment. And that's all that mattered.

Slowly, but as expected, they found themselves in the bedroom. A place they had been many times before, but this time it was different. There was so much more here. Everything was brought to the table. All they're emotions.

Seth felt alive again, for the first time since… well you know when.

And Summer, well she felt at home. For the first time in a long time.

"I love you Summer," Seth muttered between kisses.

"I love you too, Seth."

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As Seth woke up the next morning he expected to be face to face with Summer. But he woke up to an empty bed. Sitting up, he cursed to himself as he walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

And Your Body On My Mattress Is Proof,

And Your Make-Up On My Pillow is Proof,

But Do You Think I'm Telling You The Truth.

It's Just a Lyrical Lie.

Made Up In My Mind.

A/N: This is NOT the end of the story! There will be more. I really hope you like this chapter. Please review! Thanks.