all my subjects are song lyrics, so why not switch it up?
I bought the new Snow Patrol CD. I really really like it. More than Final Straw, but then again, I've been listening to that album for like two years now. My favorite is "Chasing Cars" and I kind of wish it hadn't been on GA. I hate when people automatically think I get my music from TV shows.
I miss writing. I do. I never even finished Shot!Summer or Italy!fic. I never posted the college!fic, which sucks, because I was really really proud of it.
Here's an idea. Find a picture from VM or OC. It can be actors, screen caps, publicity shot, whatever. I'll write a drabbley thing from it. I promise I will. Please do it, because I really need to start writing again.
Well, here's what I did type up of the long college fic. S/S. I guess it's PG-13. It's probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, which is mostly funny but okay I guess considering I'm still a young one. I'll finish and post it...soon. But I think my writing's changed a lot since the last time I posted something so here's what's closest.
“So, what now?”
“Now we watch my pick, which means we watch Clueless,” Summer replies, shuffling her entangles legs with Seth’s.
He strokes her hair and sighs, “Summer, no. It’s almost midnight. You know what I’m talking about.”
Summer nods and tears almost prickled her lashes, but she doesn’t let them because he leaves in twelve hours, and once she starts she doesn’t stop. And Summer wasn’t planning on crying for that long. Not that she’d thought about it.
“Friends with benefits?” she offers as if she’s fine with the title.
Seth takes a breathe.
“Just friends?”
Summer bites her bottom lip -- hard. She lets out a little scoff, “Just friends?”
“Summer, I’m going to Rhode Island. You’re going to L.A. How can it work?”
“You don’t have to leave. You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone here,” Summer mutters, the tears threatening again.
“God, if I could I’d just spend forever here with you,” he says quietly back.
And she starts to cry. The tears win and pour out.
“But you can! You can stay with me!” she says, choking on her words.
Seth tightens his grip around her waist as she sobs into his shirt.
“I have to go there, I have to leave this place,” he whispers.
Summer balls her hands into small fists and squirms away from his hold. She punches his chest, screaming and crying, and he doesn’t stop her. She yells that she hates him until her body aches and she just can’t, can’t do anything anymore.
She collapses on him and breathes, and Seth breathes with her and the world freezes, and they just breathe together. It’s not in sync, it’s not making a rhythm. They’re just little gasps for air, just inhales and exhales.
Seth rolls onto her and her kisses her forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips. And he peels off her shirt and kisses the skin beneath. He slowly takes away each barrier from her skin to his mouth until he kisses all of her. He needs her burned on his lips, he thinks maybe when he licks his lips he’ll be able to taste her. He wants to be able to when she’s gone -- her anger, her pain, her laughter, her love, her everything.
Summer makes it so there’s nothing between them anymore. They’re together, and Seth’s inside her, and Summer would think they’re one together but it’s just an easy lie.
He doesn’t fall asleep after like usual. This time he lays with her and their eyes land on the alarm clock next to his bed.
She has many more hours to cry.
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He leaves her a message on her cell phone when he unpacks. He knows she could’ve answered it if she’d wanted to. But she’s not waiting by the phone and he knows it. She’s out shopping at the Fashion Island sale, she’s brunching with her dad at the club, she’s tanning with Marissa at the beach. She’s moved on.
Seth wishes he could show her the autumn leaves. She’d blend with them.
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Summer gets his message after she lets the high-pitched song go on and on. She listens to it once and deletes it right after.
They don’t speak until Thanksgiving.
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Seth knocks on her door, fully explained to prepare how much he’s missed her and her big brown eyes, how he loves her and the way she says she hates Death Cab but then sings along by the end on the song. To explain how his roommate, Rob, acts like Luke and looks slightly like Grady Bridges. To explain how being in tons of English classes and interning for Wildstorm is a lot harder than he expected. To explain how he wants her back, how things can be the same if they just try.
Summer opens the front door in jeans and a crimson silk top and he just raises a hand to awkwardly say, “hey” like he’s here to take her to the diner.
Summer smiles that tight smile and doesn’t say anything.
“Uh, my mom wanted to know if you were coming over. For dinner. She’s already making this huge feast ‘cause apparently she can cook now, right? I’m not so sure about it, but you’re invited and all so…” he rambles as his lie spills out.
“Why would I? I’m not your girlfriend anymore, Cohen,” she replies, her smile bitter and wicked and sad, “Besides, I do have my own family, you know.”
Seth nods and looks at the ground, shuffles his feet. She puts a hand on her hip.
“Um, Coop’s coming over in like ten minutes so is there anything you want to say, or something?” Summer says, pretending to be annoyed.
“Uh, how’s Josh?”, he mumbles, kicking at the ground, “Y’know, your boyfriend. The sophomore at Berkley. My dad would approve.”
“Wow, have you been reading Stalker Digest?”
Seth laughs a little. “No, my mom the Newpsie update.”
“Your mom considers me a Newpsie?” Summer asks, and Seth can tell she’s oddly complimented.
“Not exactly. Uh, your dad is so…how is he?” Seth asks, prodding.
Summer starts running her fingers through her now-dyed-darker-brown hair, and he can’t stop staring at them until her raspberry lips move, and then those are his fixation.
“He’s nice. He’s from Philadelphia and he plays lacrosse, which is like the water polo of the east, I guess,” she replies.
“Well, good for him. And you. Good, it’s good,” Seth says, absent-mindedly wondering if this Josh reads comics.
“Look, Coop really is coming over, but do you want to hang out later? Go to the pier and get a Balboa Bar?” she offers.
He accepts immediately.
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Seth licks the vanilla dripping down the Popsicle stick.
“They do not make ice cream like this at Brown,” he says with a sigh.
Summer dips her bare toe through the sand.
“How is that? Living out your life-long dream to leave California, right?” she asks, ice cream melting on her tongue.
“It’s good. I got an internship and the Wildstorm office up there. It worked out,” Seth answers.
“Do you ever miss it here?” she asks dreamily, squinting at the sun’s glimmer on the ocean.
“A little, I guess. Not the place as much as --”
“The people,” she finishes for him.
The person.
Neither speaks for a little while as they walk.
“Cohen, you said we were gonna be friends. Let’s cut the awkwardness,” she blurts out.
“We’re just so good at being friends,” Seth says, trying not to smile.
“Whose fault is that?”
“What are you implying here? That it’s my fault my quick wit and charm get you every time?”
“It’s your fault that I’m going to punch you right--”
“Ow! My Balboa Bar! Summer!”
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summergirl047 wrote at 1:17:05 PM:
Hey cohen. what’s up? don’t tell me your geeky comic stories, they suck. so josh and me broke up. he’s an ass, but not really because you know they’re my type.
s_cohen wrote at 2:03:16 PM:
I’m sorry.
summergirl047 wrote at 2:05:10 PM
whatevs. you’re coming for winter break right?
s_cohen wrote at 2:06:54:
Yeah. Next week.
summergirl047 wrote at 2:07:34 PM:
call me when you get there. gg
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“The pancakes here still suck. Don’t order them,” Summer announces, receiving a mean look from one of the waitresses which she returns.
“One tall stack of pancakes, please,” Seth says smugly and hands his menu to the waitress.
“You’re not getting my waffles,” Summer warns.
“Aw, but I am.”
Summer makes a bitchy smile and says, “So, I’m coming over tomorrow, right?”
Seth’s brow furrows.
“The new step-monster’s putting tons of fun, new prescriptions in the eggnog,” she continues.
“Yeah, sure,” Seth answers.
“Good. Besides, your parents like me more than you,” she says with a giggle.
Seth wants to say something to acknowledge their friendship, but he doesn’t want to jinx it.
He’s pretty sure if it could, the world would be laughing at him right now.
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“Summer, we are being…not good.”
“Santa disagrees with ya, Cohen.”
“We broke into your dad’s beer cabinet and now we’re drinking it in your room. Bad, us.”
Summer shrugs and takes a drink from the bottle in his hand.
“We’re not drunk or anything. Well, I’m mostly tipsy. You’re a light weight,” she notes, bursting out in laughter.
“I am not drunk. Seriously.”
“Fine, walk a straight line.”
He holds her hand for balance, and when he falls, her pulls her with him onto the floor.
They laugh, and Summer whispers, “I want to kiss you right here,” as she puts her finger on his lips.
“Mistletoe!” Seth exclaims.
Seth kisses her and they laugh more and fumble. Summer laughs so hard she bites his tongue, and he tries to feel her up but accidentally snaps her bra.
“It’s like we’re virgins again,” she says, her scent on her lips and suddenly they soften. Something switches on.
Their kisses get slower and Summer unbuttons his pants and then they’re naked. Just together, kissing and seeing each other whole. Seth feels like nothing’s changed as they tangle themselves under the covers. She’s going to be his Summer and he’ll be her Cohen.
The lavender and eggplant feel just the same.
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“Shit, what time is it?”
“Where are my pants?”
“Are you still drunk?”
“Do I look like it? Where are my fucking pants?”
“My mom’s gonna be so pissed. We didn’t leave the liquor cabinet open, did we?”
“Doesn’t matter. Daddy will just think it was the Step-Whore and she won’t be able to remember if it was.”
“Super. Do you think you could drive me to my house? I think I could sneak in.”
“I can’t drive without my pants, shitface.”
“Oh, shit. We didn’t use anything last night.”
“I’m on the pill, okay? Help me find my --”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this? What happened?”
“Um, it was good for me, obviously, and good for you, obviously. So there we go, all done.”
“Do you want to be a couple?”
“What? I want to find my pants.”
“Just for this week, you know?”
“Fine. Okay.”
“And Summer? Your pants are on your bed.”
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“When did we become dorks, Cohen? No, when did I become a dork?”
“This isn’t dorky, Summer.”
Summer wiggles her toes onto his.
“We should be with Ryan and Coop, not on your couch. In pajamas, too,” she complains.
“It’s not my fault my parents took the car, okay?” Seth replies, chewing popcorn.
“We could be getting drunk, but no,” Summer continues.
But he doesn’t want to, and she doesn’t want to. She wants to remember this. She wants to remember being with him because she knows it’s fantasy. They still go to school on different sides of the country and they’re still separating in two days. Reality is not far off.
Neither of them count out loud and they watch the ball drop and kiss.
“You know, the way you spend New Year’s in the way you spend the rest of the year,” Seth whispers and she wonders if he wants her to hear.
Summer swears to herself she won’t cry and kisses him again.
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“So, you’re ready for your awesome party I’m throwing?” Rob asks, clunking another cooler onto the table.
Seth raises his eyebrows in response and considers switching roommates. There’s a knock at the door and Rob answers. He walks into the living room and whispers, “Seth, there’s some really, really hot chick here for you.”
“Always is,” Seth replies, walking to the door.
“Always is? Don’t fool yourself, Cohen.”
Seth hugs her so hard he almost lifts her up.
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Seth drinks a little and Summer drinks some but mostly they just spend time with each other and ignore everything else. Summer makes herself comfortable on Seth’s bed as he goes to get her purse from the living room. The party’s barely over, but they don’t care.
“You got a girl in there?” one of Rob’s annoying and drunk and possibly stoned friends asks.
Seth shrugs. She’s not just a girl.
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Seth tucks her hair behind her ear and kisses the soft skin under her ear before she moves his lips to hers and kisses him mindlessly. Kissing Seth Cohen has come to be a natural action for her, like breathing or, say, buying shoes. She doesn’t think about it as she does it anymore.
The first time she kisses him for more than a few seconds -- in the pool house, in a Wonder Woman costumed, on her bed -- she couldn’t just do it, she couldn’t simply kiss him. She kept thinking, asking herself questions, but soon she just went into a kind of haze while she kissed him, touched him. He was just him, and she was just her and it was that simple.
“We should really start acting like just friends,” she says with a wicked giggle and he stops, snapping out of a daze.
His eyes fix on the cream ceiling and pick out the layers of paint. Summer tries to kiss him again, but his rolls off the bed, pissing her off. He says nothing, and she bites the inside of her lip and sits up.
“We should. Especially because you’re back with Josh and everything,” he spats bluntly, and now she can tell he’s pissed off too. Summer’s to turned on and too mad on her own to care.
“Oh, God, what did you expect? I’d always be waiting for you?” she asks with bitterness laced into her voice.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks away from her, like an ashamed puppy. She gets off the messy comforter and walks towards him.
“You left me. You always do. It’s life, Cohen, people move on,” she says, her tone harsher and harder than before.
“Then what the hell are you doing here with me? If you’ve moved on so much, why are you here?”
She bites the inside of her lip again, her toes curling with anger.
“You want something, Summer, you do. You know it. You’re unhappy, and that’s why you’re here,” he says, his voice angry and shaky.
She slaps his face and her hand shakes. She hates that he’s right. He shouldn’t be.
“Fuck off and grow up,” she yells.
He walks quickly and reaches to open the door, but he grabs her wrist and kisses her. His hand tangles in her hair and she pushes him down onto the bed, straddles him and takes off his shirt.
The take off their clothes quickly, barely kissing and her nails dig into his back. They don't leave marks.
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“Hey,”
“Hey, I got my ticket for Cabo and booked the hotel. Tell me you bought your ticket.”
“Yeah. So, we’re sharing a room?”
“Wow, you’re finally funny.”
“Hmm, we’re both single and with the elements of tropical weather and alcohol…”
“I will hang up on you.”
“Summer, but…Summer? You there?”
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Summer plops her three luggage bags down on the plush hotel room carpet. She puts one hand on her hip and the other on her jeans.
“Don’t. I’m just in here because there isn’t enough space for Coop and I to unpack in the same room,” she says before Seth opens his mouth.
“Well, this is one small bed. You sure this wasn’t some sort of…manipulation?” Seth replies, smiling at her growing annoyance.
“Hey, I’m a disappointed that you can’t fuck Ryan as you are,” she says as she unzips a bag.
Seth clutches his chest dramatically but doesn’t retort.
“I thought you were unpacking.”
“Um, no. We’re going out, dumbass.”
----
Seth hates clubs. He hates dancing, he hates loud hip-hop blasting through the speakers, and he hates dancing to said hip-hop. But seeing Summer shake her hair and swivel her hips changes his perspective. She takes her hands away from Marissa’s and goes over to him as he leans against the bar. She pulls him onto the dance floor with its flashing lights and puts her fingers through his belt loops. She laughs at his stumbling
Yes, so that is it. I'll post it all together and edited later this week.
I miss writing. I do. I never even finished Shot!Summer or Italy!fic. I never posted the college!fic, which sucks, because I was really really proud of it.
Here's an idea. Find a picture from VM or OC. It can be actors, screen caps, publicity shot, whatever. I'll write a drabbley thing from it. I promise I will. Please do it, because I really need to start writing again.
Well, here's what I did type up of the long college fic. S/S. I guess it's PG-13. It's probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, which is mostly funny but okay I guess considering I'm still a young one. I'll finish and post it...soon. But I think my writing's changed a lot since the last time I posted something so here's what's closest.
“So, what now?”
“Now we watch my pick, which means we watch Clueless,” Summer replies, shuffling her entangles legs with Seth’s.
He strokes her hair and sighs, “Summer, no. It’s almost midnight. You know what I’m talking about.”
Summer nods and tears almost prickled her lashes, but she doesn’t let them because he leaves in twelve hours, and once she starts she doesn’t stop. And Summer wasn’t planning on crying for that long. Not that she’d thought about it.
“Friends with benefits?” she offers as if she’s fine with the title.
Seth takes a breathe.
“Just friends?”
Summer bites her bottom lip -- hard. She lets out a little scoff, “Just friends?”
“Summer, I’m going to Rhode Island. You’re going to L.A. How can it work?”
“You don’t have to leave. You can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone here,” Summer mutters, the tears threatening again.
“God, if I could I’d just spend forever here with you,” he says quietly back.
And she starts to cry. The tears win and pour out.
“But you can! You can stay with me!” she says, choking on her words.
Seth tightens his grip around her waist as she sobs into his shirt.
“I have to go there, I have to leave this place,” he whispers.
Summer balls her hands into small fists and squirms away from his hold. She punches his chest, screaming and crying, and he doesn’t stop her. She yells that she hates him until her body aches and she just can’t, can’t do anything anymore.
She collapses on him and breathes, and Seth breathes with her and the world freezes, and they just breathe together. It’s not in sync, it’s not making a rhythm. They’re just little gasps for air, just inhales and exhales.
Seth rolls onto her and her kisses her forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips. And he peels off her shirt and kisses the skin beneath. He slowly takes away each barrier from her skin to his mouth until he kisses all of her. He needs her burned on his lips, he thinks maybe when he licks his lips he’ll be able to taste her. He wants to be able to when she’s gone -- her anger, her pain, her laughter, her love, her everything.
Summer makes it so there’s nothing between them anymore. They’re together, and Seth’s inside her, and Summer would think they’re one together but it’s just an easy lie.
He doesn’t fall asleep after like usual. This time he lays with her and their eyes land on the alarm clock next to his bed.
She has many more hours to cry.
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He leaves her a message on her cell phone when he unpacks. He knows she could’ve answered it if she’d wanted to. But she’s not waiting by the phone and he knows it. She’s out shopping at the Fashion Island sale, she’s brunching with her dad at the club, she’s tanning with Marissa at the beach. She’s moved on.
Seth wishes he could show her the autumn leaves. She’d blend with them.
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Summer gets his message after she lets the high-pitched song go on and on. She listens to it once and deletes it right after.
They don’t speak until Thanksgiving.
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Seth knocks on her door, fully explained to prepare how much he’s missed her and her big brown eyes, how he loves her and the way she says she hates Death Cab but then sings along by the end on the song. To explain how his roommate, Rob, acts like Luke and looks slightly like Grady Bridges. To explain how being in tons of English classes and interning for Wildstorm is a lot harder than he expected. To explain how he wants her back, how things can be the same if they just try.
Summer opens the front door in jeans and a crimson silk top and he just raises a hand to awkwardly say, “hey” like he’s here to take her to the diner.
Summer smiles that tight smile and doesn’t say anything.
“Uh, my mom wanted to know if you were coming over. For dinner. She’s already making this huge feast ‘cause apparently she can cook now, right? I’m not so sure about it, but you’re invited and all so…” he rambles as his lie spills out.
“Why would I? I’m not your girlfriend anymore, Cohen,” she replies, her smile bitter and wicked and sad, “Besides, I do have my own family, you know.”
Seth nods and looks at the ground, shuffles his feet. She puts a hand on her hip.
“Um, Coop’s coming over in like ten minutes so is there anything you want to say, or something?” Summer says, pretending to be annoyed.
“Uh, how’s Josh?”, he mumbles, kicking at the ground, “Y’know, your boyfriend. The sophomore at Berkley. My dad would approve.”
“Wow, have you been reading Stalker Digest?”
Seth laughs a little. “No, my mom the Newpsie update.”
“Your mom considers me a Newpsie?” Summer asks, and Seth can tell she’s oddly complimented.
“Not exactly. Uh, your dad is so…how is he?” Seth asks, prodding.
Summer starts running her fingers through her now-dyed-darker-brown hair, and he can’t stop staring at them until her raspberry lips move, and then those are his fixation.
“He’s nice. He’s from Philadelphia and he plays lacrosse, which is like the water polo of the east, I guess,” she replies.
“Well, good for him. And you. Good, it’s good,” Seth says, absent-mindedly wondering if this Josh reads comics.
“Look, Coop really is coming over, but do you want to hang out later? Go to the pier and get a Balboa Bar?” she offers.
He accepts immediately.
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Seth licks the vanilla dripping down the Popsicle stick.
“They do not make ice cream like this at Brown,” he says with a sigh.
Summer dips her bare toe through the sand.
“How is that? Living out your life-long dream to leave California, right?” she asks, ice cream melting on her tongue.
“It’s good. I got an internship and the Wildstorm office up there. It worked out,” Seth answers.
“Do you ever miss it here?” she asks dreamily, squinting at the sun’s glimmer on the ocean.
“A little, I guess. Not the place as much as --”
“The people,” she finishes for him.
The person.
Neither speaks for a little while as they walk.
“Cohen, you said we were gonna be friends. Let’s cut the awkwardness,” she blurts out.
“We’re just so good at being friends,” Seth says, trying not to smile.
“Whose fault is that?”
“What are you implying here? That it’s my fault my quick wit and charm get you every time?”
“It’s your fault that I’m going to punch you right--”
“Ow! My Balboa Bar! Summer!”
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summergirl047 wrote at 1:17:05 PM:
Hey cohen. what’s up? don’t tell me your geeky comic stories, they suck. so josh and me broke up. he’s an ass, but not really because you know they’re my type.
s_cohen wrote at 2:03:16 PM:
I’m sorry.
summergirl047 wrote at 2:05:10 PM
whatevs. you’re coming for winter break right?
s_cohen wrote at 2:06:54:
Yeah. Next week.
summergirl047 wrote at 2:07:34 PM:
call me when you get there. gg
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“The pancakes here still suck. Don’t order them,” Summer announces, receiving a mean look from one of the waitresses which she returns.
“One tall stack of pancakes, please,” Seth says smugly and hands his menu to the waitress.
“You’re not getting my waffles,” Summer warns.
“Aw, but I am.”
Summer makes a bitchy smile and says, “So, I’m coming over tomorrow, right?”
Seth’s brow furrows.
“The new step-monster’s putting tons of fun, new prescriptions in the eggnog,” she continues.
“Yeah, sure,” Seth answers.
“Good. Besides, your parents like me more than you,” she says with a giggle.
Seth wants to say something to acknowledge their friendship, but he doesn’t want to jinx it.
He’s pretty sure if it could, the world would be laughing at him right now.
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“Summer, we are being…not good.”
“Santa disagrees with ya, Cohen.”
“We broke into your dad’s beer cabinet and now we’re drinking it in your room. Bad, us.”
Summer shrugs and takes a drink from the bottle in his hand.
“We’re not drunk or anything. Well, I’m mostly tipsy. You’re a light weight,” she notes, bursting out in laughter.
“I am not drunk. Seriously.”
“Fine, walk a straight line.”
He holds her hand for balance, and when he falls, her pulls her with him onto the floor.
They laugh, and Summer whispers, “I want to kiss you right here,” as she puts her finger on his lips.
“Mistletoe!” Seth exclaims.
Seth kisses her and they laugh more and fumble. Summer laughs so hard she bites his tongue, and he tries to feel her up but accidentally snaps her bra.
“It’s like we’re virgins again,” she says, her scent on her lips and suddenly they soften. Something switches on.
Their kisses get slower and Summer unbuttons his pants and then they’re naked. Just together, kissing and seeing each other whole. Seth feels like nothing’s changed as they tangle themselves under the covers. She’s going to be his Summer and he’ll be her Cohen.
The lavender and eggplant feel just the same.
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“Shit, what time is it?”
“Where are my pants?”
“Are you still drunk?”
“Do I look like it? Where are my fucking pants?”
“My mom’s gonna be so pissed. We didn’t leave the liquor cabinet open, did we?”
“Doesn’t matter. Daddy will just think it was the Step-Whore and she won’t be able to remember if it was.”
“Super. Do you think you could drive me to my house? I think I could sneak in.”
“I can’t drive without my pants, shitface.”
“Oh, shit. We didn’t use anything last night.”
“I’m on the pill, okay? Help me find my --”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this? What happened?”
“Um, it was good for me, obviously, and good for you, obviously. So there we go, all done.”
“Do you want to be a couple?”
“What? I want to find my pants.”
“Just for this week, you know?”
“Fine. Okay.”
“And Summer? Your pants are on your bed.”
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“When did we become dorks, Cohen? No, when did I become a dork?”
“This isn’t dorky, Summer.”
Summer wiggles her toes onto his.
“We should be with Ryan and Coop, not on your couch. In pajamas, too,” she complains.
“It’s not my fault my parents took the car, okay?” Seth replies, chewing popcorn.
“We could be getting drunk, but no,” Summer continues.
But he doesn’t want to, and she doesn’t want to. She wants to remember this. She wants to remember being with him because she knows it’s fantasy. They still go to school on different sides of the country and they’re still separating in two days. Reality is not far off.
Neither of them count out loud and they watch the ball drop and kiss.
“You know, the way you spend New Year’s in the way you spend the rest of the year,” Seth whispers and she wonders if he wants her to hear.
Summer swears to herself she won’t cry and kisses him again.
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“So, you’re ready for your awesome party I’m throwing?” Rob asks, clunking another cooler onto the table.
Seth raises his eyebrows in response and considers switching roommates. There’s a knock at the door and Rob answers. He walks into the living room and whispers, “Seth, there’s some really, really hot chick here for you.”
“Always is,” Seth replies, walking to the door.
“Always is? Don’t fool yourself, Cohen.”
Seth hugs her so hard he almost lifts her up.
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Seth drinks a little and Summer drinks some but mostly they just spend time with each other and ignore everything else. Summer makes herself comfortable on Seth’s bed as he goes to get her purse from the living room. The party’s barely over, but they don’t care.
“You got a girl in there?” one of Rob’s annoying and drunk and possibly stoned friends asks.
Seth shrugs. She’s not just a girl.
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Seth tucks her hair behind her ear and kisses the soft skin under her ear before she moves his lips to hers and kisses him mindlessly. Kissing Seth Cohen has come to be a natural action for her, like breathing or, say, buying shoes. She doesn’t think about it as she does it anymore.
The first time she kisses him for more than a few seconds -- in the pool house, in a Wonder Woman costumed, on her bed -- she couldn’t just do it, she couldn’t simply kiss him. She kept thinking, asking herself questions, but soon she just went into a kind of haze while she kissed him, touched him. He was just him, and she was just her and it was that simple.
“We should really start acting like just friends,” she says with a wicked giggle and he stops, snapping out of a daze.
His eyes fix on the cream ceiling and pick out the layers of paint. Summer tries to kiss him again, but his rolls off the bed, pissing her off. He says nothing, and she bites the inside of her lip and sits up.
“We should. Especially because you’re back with Josh and everything,” he spats bluntly, and now she can tell he’s pissed off too. Summer’s to turned on and too mad on her own to care.
“Oh, God, what did you expect? I’d always be waiting for you?” she asks with bitterness laced into her voice.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks away from her, like an ashamed puppy. She gets off the messy comforter and walks towards him.
“You left me. You always do. It’s life, Cohen, people move on,” she says, her tone harsher and harder than before.
“Then what the hell are you doing here with me? If you’ve moved on so much, why are you here?”
She bites the inside of her lip again, her toes curling with anger.
“You want something, Summer, you do. You know it. You’re unhappy, and that’s why you’re here,” he says, his voice angry and shaky.
She slaps his face and her hand shakes. She hates that he’s right. He shouldn’t be.
“Fuck off and grow up,” she yells.
He walks quickly and reaches to open the door, but he grabs her wrist and kisses her. His hand tangles in her hair and she pushes him down onto the bed, straddles him and takes off his shirt.
The take off their clothes quickly, barely kissing and her nails dig into his back. They don't leave marks.
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“Hey,”
“Hey, I got my ticket for Cabo and booked the hotel. Tell me you bought your ticket.”
“Yeah. So, we’re sharing a room?”
“Wow, you’re finally funny.”
“Hmm, we’re both single and with the elements of tropical weather and alcohol…”
“I will hang up on you.”
“Summer, but…Summer? You there?”
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Summer plops her three luggage bags down on the plush hotel room carpet. She puts one hand on her hip and the other on her jeans.
“Don’t. I’m just in here because there isn’t enough space for Coop and I to unpack in the same room,” she says before Seth opens his mouth.
“Well, this is one small bed. You sure this wasn’t some sort of…manipulation?” Seth replies, smiling at her growing annoyance.
“Hey, I’m a disappointed that you can’t fuck Ryan as you are,” she says as she unzips a bag.
Seth clutches his chest dramatically but doesn’t retort.
“I thought you were unpacking.”
“Um, no. We’re going out, dumbass.”
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Seth hates clubs. He hates dancing, he hates loud hip-hop blasting through the speakers, and he hates dancing to said hip-hop. But seeing Summer shake her hair and swivel her hips changes his perspective. She takes her hands away from Marissa’s and goes over to him as he leans against the bar. She pulls him onto the dance floor with its flashing lights and puts her fingers through his belt loops. She laughs at his stumbling
Yes, so that is it. I'll post it all together and edited later this week.