is the first fanfiction I've written in a long time...since I wrote Roswell
fanfic in fact. Please leave feedback, because I want to know how good or bad you
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down you make me break
For goodness sake
I think I'm on the edge
Of something new with you
--"Hurricane" by Something Corporate
The front door shook as whoever was on the other side pounded on it. Resounding thumps echoed through the foyer as Summer made her way quickly to the door. "I'm coming for God's sake!" she yelled. "Don't knock the damn door down." Summer jerked the door open, staring icily outward. "What the hell's so important?" She was surprised to see Seth standing on the front stoop. "What are you doing here, Cohen?"
Seth didn't answer. Instead he leaned in and kissed her. As their lips met, Seth's hands slid down her sides, coming to rest on Summer's butt. He squeezed gently and pulled her in closer to him. Summer laughed and pulled away. "Getting kinda handsy aren't you Cohen?"
Seth grinned sheepishly. "I have it on good authority that women like guys with confidence." He nodded towards his hands, which still rested on her posterior. "So, there you go: confidence."
Summer put her hand on his chest and pushed him back a bit. "There's a difference between confidence and fondling." She put her fingers to her lips. "Going for that kiss was confidence enough." Summer looked into Seth's eyes. "Don't get me wrong; that was nice and all, but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out chasing your girlfriend Anna into some freaky hat store?"
Seth looked away awkwardly. "Yeah, about that...I'm kinda thinking, me and Anna? Not so much." Summer looked at him apprehensively as he continued. "I mean, it's not that I don't like the girl. I do. It's just...it's she's like me. Exactly like me as a matter of fact. Except of course she is a woman, and I...am not." He put his head in his hands. "Did you see us at the golf course? We dressed alike. Exactly alike...and also exactly like two eighty year olds."
"Um, I've been saying that for weeks, what changed your mind?"
"I don't really know, to tell the truth. It's just that, all of the sudden, it's all that I can think of. I just looked at her the other day and said 'oh God, I'm dating me'."
Summer stepped back. "Does Anna know you feel like this?"
Guilt clouded Seth's features. "Um, no. Actually, you were the first person I thought of when I realized..."
"I realized that I wanted to be with you. At least, if I haven't screwed things up that is."
Summer shook her head. "You decided this, and I'm the first one you came to?"
Seth sighed. "Call me crazy, but wanting to be with you made me think of you. Not to say that I don't think of you often, cause I do." Seth paused. "Okay, that came out a bit wrong. I meant to say that you were the first person I wanted to tell. I thought you'd be happy."
Summer smiled. "I am happy. You just don't know. But you have to tell her before this goes any farther." Seth started to speak, but Summer interrupted him. "I told you I didn't like to talk about feelings or whatever, but I know how I felt when I found out that you and Anna were already together. It sucked. A lot." She turned away from Seth and sat down on the step. "Look, you have to tell her before we get together. You just do. It'll hurt. Maybe she'll cry, but you have to tell her. I can't be that girl. I can't be the one one who cheats with one of her friend's boyfriends."
Seth sat down beside her. "Not even for a little while?" he joked. Summer's annoyed look wiped all traces of mirth from his face. "I'm sorry. Not the time for jokes is it?" He stood and dusted his pants off. "I'm gonna go do this. I'm gonna go break a girl's heart." Summer stood up, and he put his arm around her shoulders. "This is for the best right?"
Summer nodded. "She's gonna hate you for a while. She's really gonna hate me." She grinned and turned to Seth. "God, Cohen, who would have ever guessed that you would be the heartbreaker."
Seth smiled. "I've always been a ladykiller." He stuck his thumbs to his chest, slipping them in imaginary suspenders. "It just took you a few years to succumb to my somewhat oddball charms."
Summer nodded, then grimaced. "Eww. I can't believe that Seth Cohen's hands were just on my butt." Seth's face fell a bit, then she laughed. "Kidding, Cohen. God, for the 'funny guy' you sure can't take a joke."
"Maybe your joke wasn't that funny."
Summer shook her head. "Tell you what, after you tell Anna, come back here. Your hands can stay on my butt as long as they want then."
Summer closed the door slowly then leaned up against it. Her lips still tingled a bit from the pressure of Cohen's lips. She rubbed them with her fingers, then smiled. God, who would have thought that Seth Cohen's kissing her would make her so happy. It was amazing how much a girl could change in a few months. Instead of going to some wild party and getting trashed, Summer now pined for a boy she wouldn't have talked to a few months before. At least, she had pined. Apparently Seth had come to his senses, and she was going to take advantage.
Summer wasn't used to waiting for what she wanted. Seth had been the first guy to choose someone besides her. Of course, he was also the first guy she'd actually given a crap about. That had made it even harder to take when he chose Anna. It still made her kind of mad to think about it. Anna. The girl had no fashion sense at all. What was with those frickin' hats anyway? One of these days, Anna was going to come to school with a hat that stretched all the way to the floor. Just the mental image made Summer laugh as she settled back into her chair. She picked up the remote and turned the sound back up.
She watched videos for a few minutes before she got bored. "You can find me in the club..." Summer hummed the rest of the chorus as she made her way into the kitchen. Her stomach was suddenly grumbling for food, and she was going to hit the fridge. Bare shelves greeted her as she pulled the refrigerator door open. "Great, what in the hell?" She slammed the door shut and looked around the kitchen. "How frickin' hard it is to buy some damn food?" A search of the cupboards revealed that they were as bare as the refrigerator was. "I'm sure the medicine cabinet is full," Summer said under her breath. With a sigh she went to grab her purse. As much as she hated going out by herself, her stomach wasn't going to magically fill itself. The Crab Shack was calling her name, and she was going to answer.
Seth shifted nervously in his seat. For the thousandth time, he made sure his silverware was arranged properly in front of him. He jumped when a hand slapped down on his shoulder. "Hey there, Seth," Anna chirped.
"You kinda scared me there," Seth said. He nodded to the empty seat across from him. "Care to take a seat milady?" Anna smiled and settled into the chair. As she started to browse her menu, Seth noticed her clothes. He was wearing a red and black striped Polo shirt. Across the table, Anna was wearing a black and red striped shirt. It wasn't a Polo, but it did have a collar. It was just uncanny. "So, you know what you want?" he asked.
"Lobster sounds great," she said, slipping the menu onto the table. "I think I'm going to go taunt my dinner."
"Great," Seth said quietly. He watched Anna bounce across the room to the lobster tank. "Now she's taken my lobster. This has got to stop." He motioned the waiter over to the table. "We're ready to order now."
"Let me guess, you want the lobster."
Seth shook his head. "Close, my good man, but not today." He nodded towards Anna. "The lady will take the lobster. I am feeling like a good tuna melt myself."
Summer stopped short as she entered the Crab Shack. Seth and Anna were at a booth in a corner, eating. Anna was happily cracking a lobster tail, and Cohen was picking at a nasty looking dish with melted cheese all over it. It definitely didn't look like they were breaking up. Either they were on a date, or Anna was one of the easiest people to break up with in the whole world. Her heart sunk as Seth laughed at something Anna said. Obviously he hadn't had the guts to break up with her. Summer turned and walked out the front door, her rumbling stomach suddenly forgotten.
Seth thanked the waiter as he cleared their dishes away. He steepled his hands and looked at Anna. "Now that the sharp objects are gone, we need to talk."
Anna's expression turned serious as she studied him. "Okay. What do we need to talk about?"
Seth sat quietly for a moment. He clenched his hands together, then rested his head on them. "It's about us."
"What about us?"
"I've been thinking alot about us for the past few days." Seth picked up his water and took a large gulp. "I'm wondering if we are right for each other."
Anna leaned forward. "What do you mean by that?" Her voice took on a distinct sound of concern. "How could we not be right for each other."
Seth searched for the right words. "It's just that...we like the same things. The exact same things." He gulped his water again. "I like comics; you like comics. We like exactly the same music. We like exactly the same movies." Seth sighed. "It's like we're the same person."
Anna looked confused. "Isn't that a good thing? A lot of people would be happy to find someone they were so compatible with."
"Maybe so...maybe so. I guess I'm not some people. This is just too weird to me. I need someone who's different from me. I need someone who I can fight with. We never fight. Ever." Seth reached across the table and grabbed Anna's hands. "Look, I don't wanna hurt you, but I just can't keep doing this. I need something different. I need..."
"Someone like Summer."
Seth grimaced. "I wasn't going to say that at this moment, but yes."
Anna nodded. Her voice cracked as she spoke. "I should have seen this coming I guess. I mean, you've been in love with Summer for years." Tears began to stream down her face. "Just tell me: did you ever feel anything for me?"
Seth's stomach was churning. He hated that Anna was crying. "Look Anna, don't cry. Of course I felt something for you. I did. I wouldn't have gone out with you if I didn't. It's just that..."
"You don't anymore? You've rediscovered your feelings for Summer?" Anna's voice raised a bit each time she spoke. "Are you two already together? Is this just a little formality?"
Seth shook his head. "No, we are not together. We're not." He sighed again. "Besides, that's not why this is happening. I'd be saying all this even if I didn't....even if I didn't have feelings for Summer."
Seth rang Summer's doorbell. He figured it would be a nice change of pace after the pounding he'd given it this morning. Summer pulled the door open and leaned up against it. "Hey Cohen. Come to put me down again?"
Seth was taken aback. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Summer poked him in the chest angrily. "You know exactly what it means. I was at the Crab Shack. I saw you and Anna together. You two looked mighty cozy for two people who were supposed to be breaking up." Tears filled her eyes. "What was it? You just couldn't choose again? Is that what it was? Or were you just too afraid to hurt Anna's feelings?"
"I..I..I..." Seth stammered. "I really don't know what you are talking about. If the only thing you saw was us laughing, you obviously didn't stay for the main event."
Summer calmed a bit. A pouty look adorned her face. "What do you mean?"
"Well, all that laughing was followed by a little bit of crying, and a whole lot of name calling." He rubbed his hand across his cheek. "And just a smidge of violence."
Summer put her hand on his cheek. "She hit you?"
Seth grinned wanly. "She lightly slapped me." He pulled Summer's hand from his face and enveloped it with both of his. "Either way, my manly meter is running pretty low on testosterone about now."
Summer smiled. "It's never really that full."
"Your words cut me like knives," Seth said. "I am the picture of male agression and testosterone-iness."
Summer grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. She pushed the door closed and began to push Seth towards the couch. "Come on manly man, let's go sit down." She pushed him onto the couch, then settled in beside him. Her hand found his and their fingers intertwined. "So, does this really mean you wanna try this?"
Seth's free hand came to Summer's face. His fingers traced her jawline. "I've never wanted to try anything more in my entire life."
Summer smiled, then leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, you can ask me anything."
Summer lifted her head and looked Seth in the eyes. "Why did this take so long? I thought you liked me like, forever. Why did you choose her first?"
"Aaahhh. The question I've been asking myself. I wondered how long it would take you to ask it." He brushed a lock of stray hair from her face. "I don't really have an answer for that. I don't really know. I guess...I guess I was just afraid."
"What the hell does that mean? You were afraid of me?"
"Truthfully? Yes, you do scare me just a little bit. But that's not what I meant." He pulled away from her and turned sideways on the couch. "It's just that, I've liked you for years...since elementary school, and you never even noticed me. Not until Ryan got here. I was afraid that, if I let myself really get involved with you...I don't know, maybe I thought I'd wake up and it would have all been a dream. Or maybe you'd come to your senses and drop me like a hot potato."
Summer's stern face softened. "That's sweet Cohen, but you don't have to keep worrying. Hell, I've wondered what the hell came over me more times than you will ever know. A few months ago, I barely knew your name. Now, all I want to do is kiss you." She leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders. "It makes no sense. I can't explain it, but I like it. And I like you."
Seth grinned. "Well, I definitely like you. I don't think I ever stopped."
"So, what made you realize it?"
Seth laughed. "Actually, I think it was Danny."
"Danny? You mean BIG funny guy?"
"Yes, that's the one. I just noticed that it bothered me that you thought he was funny. I didn't care that Anna thought he was funny. In fact, I never really thought about it. That's weird you know?" He cupped Summer's face with his hands. "I realized that I wanted to be the one that you thought was funny. I wanted to be the one you laughed at." He leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips barely grazing hers. "I wanted you."
Summer leaned in and kissed him. "You can have me, if you want me." Her hands slid up into his hair as she pulled him closer. "As long as I can have you."