AN- I decided I am going to post every Friday or Saturday that I have a chapter written, even if it is done before hand.
About the previous chapters when Summer said she doesn't decorate Christmas trees and stuff, when in the show she is like a xmas tree fanatic. Well I started watching OC at the rainy day woman, then I got the 1st season on dvd and watched it and during the summer when they showed season 2 again they skipped the xmas eppy, and I just recently got season two, so sorry about that.
Disclaimer- On user page but I own nothing.
Waking up in her own bed was the worst feeling she had ever experienced. She really didn't want to be here, but she also was too upset to cause a fight with her grandparents.
She showered and dressed in an attempt to feel better, but it was no use. She walked downstairs into the kitchen, she figured even if she had no appetite what so ever, she should eat something.
She took the first step on the stairs and stopped. It was like someone had just smacked her in the head with a bat, she became dizzy and nauseous. The last time she had walked down these stairs everything had been so different, her father was alive and she was happy, very happy. Walking down these stairs was the last thing she remembered dong before she was told her father had died.
She had to get out of this house. Now.
She wobbled down the stairs and then she saw it.
The Christmas tree.
The Christmas tree her father wasn't going to get to celebrate with because he was in Seattle.
The Christmas tree her father was coming home so him and Summer could open presents under Christmas morning.
The Christmas tree her father would never see because he was dead. Dead. Dead.
And it was all her fault.
The doorbell rang at seven in the morning at the Cohen household. Seth got up to answer it; he was pretty sure who it was. He didn't know though, what state she would be in when he saw her.
He opened the door and didn't even get to see her face before she was in the house behind him. She was hysterical.
"Sum." he started to say but she was walking towards the kitchen.
"It's all my fault."
"What?" Seth asked
"He was coming home because I was mad at him for leaving, and if he hadn't of been coming home he wouldn't of died."
"Summer that's not true, this isn't your fault at all."
"Don't lie to me," she spat, "you know it is my fault."
"Summer it's not your fault."
"Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are, it's all my fault," her tone had changed from angry to upset and Seth put a hand on her upper arm ready to pull her into a hug.
"Don't touch ME!" she screamed.
"Summer please," he said calmly after drawing his hand away.
"No, just leave me alone," with that she stormed out of the kitchen towards the front door.
Seth followed her and found both of his parents standing at the foot of the stairs, he looked to them and they nodded that he should go after her.
He walked outside and found Summer sitting in her car. Her head in her hands. Cautiously he walked around to the driver's door and slowly opened it. He didn't know what she would do. He wouldn't put it past her to drive off with the door open or kick and scream at him.
But when he opened the door he had to catch her as she fell into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry Seth, so sorry," she sobbed.
"It's not your fault, nothing is your fault."
Summer slept for about an hour in Seth's bed, when she woke up she look straight at him.
"Hey."
"You okay?" he asked her.
"I am now."
He nodded and joined her on the bed opening up his arms to her, which she crawled into immediately.
"I'm ready to talk now."
"I've always been listening."
Downstairs the phone rang and Kirsten picked it up, she knew who it would be.
"Hello."
"Hello, this is Linda, Summer's grandmother, is Summer there by any chance?"
"Yes she is here."
"How long has she been there?"
"About an hour, she was pretty upset earlier."
"Well if she's upset maybe you should drive her home."
"Well if she wanted to go home I would take her in an instant, but I'm pretty sure Seth has it covered."
"Seth is your son, right?"
"Yes he is."
Kirsten heard Linda huff on the other end of the phone, this woman was really starting to annoy her.
"Excuse me?"
"Well it's just that this is a hard time for her and if she's upset we should be comforting her."
"Like I said Seth has it under control, there close and he always seems to be able to calm her down, she will talk to him. If you would like to come over you're more than welcome to though."
"Well then I'll guess we'll be over soon," she sulked.
"I've always been listening."
Summer smiled at him, but it soon disappeared.
"Seth, how can you say it's not my fault."
"Because it's not. Your dad decided to come home and some stupid guy decided to drink and drive. This is so far from your fault Summer," he was starting to sound like his dad, maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
"But I wanted him to come home."
"He wanted to come home Summer, you had no say in it."
They sat in silence for a moment before Summer spoke again.
"What am I going to do, how am I going to get though this?" she asked
"Well, you're going to get through it. I know you you're strong. No matter what you do in this life your dad will be proud of you, you cant disappoint him, well I suppose you could, but like I said I know you, you wont. And whenever it gets to be too much, you can vent or cry to anyone, Marissa or preferably me."
"Except I won't have you to comfort me."
Seth had known this was coming.
"Their taking me to live with them in Tennessee."
"I won't let them."
"You gonna kidnap me?" she half heatedly smiled.
"If I have to, but my dad will make sure that Newport remains your home," it amazed her how sure he sounded, "I promise Sum, I promise."
A few moments later there was a knock at Seth's door, he called to the person to come in and both him and Summer were surprised who it was.
"Grandma, Grandpa."
"Summer you scared us, you weren't there when we woke up this morning."
"Sorry."
Her grandparents glared at her and then turned to Seth, when they didn't say anything Summer broke the silence.
"This is Seth."
Seth reached out and shook Greg's hand.
"He's my best friend."
"Not your boyfriend then?" Linda asked.
"No, he's that too," Summer enjoyed the looked that was planted on her face.
"He's the person who has kept me from just sitting in my room and locking everything up for the past couple of days, he's the only person who can keep me sane."
"You sound like a good boy Seth, it's nice to meet you."
Seth smiled.
"Well Summer we should probably get going, you have a lot of packing to do before you move in with us."
"I'm not moving to Tennessee."
"Well you really don't have a choice."
AN- and we thought Julie Cooper was bad.
