Room 306, Sunday Evening
Summer was packing for her trip home for Christmas. Chris would be going with her and meeting her dad and her Newport friends. She was really trying not to fret and think too much about it.
Summer was sobbing on Seth Cohen's shoulder as Ryan Atwood carried the lifeless body of her best friend out of the alley in Tijuana. Marissa was gone too soon, not having survived the overdose of painkillers mixed with alcohol. It was a moment that changed Summer's life for the worse.
***
Some years later, a Juicy Couture sweatsuit wearing, blinged out Summer ran into an old friend.
"Summer?!" squealed Holly Fischer, clad in a similar outfit and just as much bling.
"Hi!" Summer screeched back a greeting, totally loud and obnoxious in the middle of the Yacht Club. The two then kissed each other on the cheeks.
"Let me see the hardware," Holly demanded.
"What, you mean this ole thing?" Summer replied, eagerly showing off the big overwrought engagement ring on her finger.
Another squeal of excitement. "Omigod!"
"Mmmhmmm," Summer added. "Four carats! Can I get an Ice Ice Baby?"
That was followed by the two girls loudy 'singing' the song of the same name while bumping and grinding.
"Hey bitch!" Summer shouted. "Get it started Newport! Woooo! Sooooo excited!"
"So where's the groom?" Holly asked.
"Oh you know him. Won't let any of the valets touch his Hummer, riiight? That's my job, bitch!"
It went on like that for quite awhile longer. Everyone in the restaurant was probably ready to kill them both.
Summer blinked when the moment was over and shuddered, a look of horror on her face. She was kind of glad she never found out who exactly she might have been engaged to.
[ooc: For the BF-roomie type person! IAWL moment and dialogue completely stolen from "The Chrismukk-huh?"]
Summer was sobbing on Seth Cohen's shoulder as Ryan Atwood carried the lifeless body of her best friend out of the alley in Tijuana. Marissa was gone too soon, not having survived the overdose of painkillers mixed with alcohol. It was a moment that changed Summer's life for the worse.
***
Some years later, a Juicy Couture sweatsuit wearing, blinged out Summer ran into an old friend.
"Summer?!" squealed Holly Fischer, clad in a similar outfit and just as much bling.
"Hi!" Summer screeched back a greeting, totally loud and obnoxious in the middle of the Yacht Club. The two then kissed each other on the cheeks.
"Let me see the hardware," Holly demanded.
"What, you mean this ole thing?" Summer replied, eagerly showing off the big overwrought engagement ring on her finger.
Another squeal of excitement. "Omigod!"
"Mmmhmmm," Summer added. "Four carats! Can I get an Ice Ice Baby?"
That was followed by the two girls loudy 'singing' the song of the same name while bumping and grinding.
"Hey bitch!" Summer shouted. "Get it started Newport! Woooo! Sooooo excited!"
"So where's the groom?" Holly asked.
"Oh you know him. Won't let any of the valets touch his Hummer, riiight? That's my job, bitch!"
It went on like that for quite awhile longer. Everyone in the restaurant was probably ready to kill them both.
Summer blinked when the moment was over and shuddered, a look of horror on her face. She was kind of glad she never found out who exactly she might have been engaged to.
[ooc: For the BF-roomie type person! IAWL moment and dialogue completely stolen from "The Chrismukk-huh?"]