Over Your Head (PG, The OC)
Wow, it's been a really long time since I've written fic. Actually, I've written a lot. You can raid the big spiral notebook by my bed. But I haven't posted any in a long time, mostly because I hate typing it up. Here's some S/S until I finish the college fic. Which is taking forever.
Title: Over Your Head
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: What do you think? Nothing to The Fray lyrics or The OC.
Rating: PG
Summary: They promise each other they’re going to screw this up, but in the morning they’re both still there. Season one Seth/Summer, when they had physical contact and all. One shot.
“Everyone knows I’m in over my head, over my head
Eight seconds left in overtime
She’s on your mind, she’s on your mind.”
-The Fray, “Over My Head Cable Car”
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Seth swears he's loved her since they were in third grade, but she knows he's lying even if he doesn't. Nobody's in love in third grade and nobody knows what love is in third grade. But she pretend to believe him and kisses his nose, watching his lips turn into a smile.
They fight a lot. She slaps his arm and he rolls his eyes and then she kisses him and tears off his clothes, promising him she’s still pissed. He nods and says he knows, but he strokes her hair when her eyelashes tickle his chest and kisses her forehead. Marissa says they’re dysfunctional in love, but Summer knows she’s wrong. They’re not in love, and they’re definitely not dysfunctional. Has Marissa seen herself and Ryan?
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He’s mad at her, really mad at her this time. Just because she went to Holly’s party, got drunk off her ass and called him to pick her up. She makes him help her find her shoes that she finds out she has in her purse, and she laughs but he doesn’t.
Seth doesn’t say anything to her at all until she says something to him. He tells her he thought she was done with this, and she says that she just went out with her friends and he doesn’t own her.
“Your friends? Your friends, Summer? They’re your friends?”
“You didn’t expect me to change for you, did you?”
That hits Seth hard, and he bites his lip before he says something else.
“You weren’t changing for me, Summer. You were being the person you really were. But I guess I was wrong, I guess that’s not you. I guess I was wrong this whole time.”
He rubs her back while she pukes in her bushes and helps her shower and change into pajamas. She wakes up in the morning and he’s sleeping next to her.
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“You’re gonna leave me.”
She shakes her head ‘no’, and tells him it’ll be the other way around. He doesn’t believe her.
He’s always so scared, she’s always so scared. Whenever they kiss it’s a hesitant move and whenever they talk they both pause a lot. She’s going to hurt him. She’s going to find a way to fade away and he’ll still be trying to grasp the wisp of her that stayed.
He makes her do stupid things. He convinces her to jump in the pool in her Diane von Furstenburg sundress and he makes sure she puts on SPF 25 sun block. She doesn’t know if he’s protecting her or setting her free, but she’s happy. He grins like he’s happy, and she likes to think she made him that way.
Maybe she won’t fade away, she thinks. Maybe she’ll let him hold onto all of her. Maybe this can work.
Maybe all their fights and kisses and tears work, maybe they work. Maybe this is right, maybe they’ll last. Maybe they love each other. And maybe she’ll leave, or he’ll leave, but maybe they won’t, and she likes possibility. She likes not knowing, she likes this, she likes him.
She likes the sunshine glow on his skin and the laughter on his tongue.
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