Title: Light Up
Summary: She wakes up wrapped around his middle, tells him he's a teddy-bear, and he smiles magnificantly. SS.
Summer Roberts was fifteen years old.
She had been driving for two years.
She'd been giving head for three.
She was goddamn good at it too, she reassured herself, through the cramp in her back.
Whoever Marissa had fixed her up with thanked her on his way out, called her "babe" for the eighteenth time, and gave her a sloppy, sitcky-mouthed kiss that made her taste tequilla.
There were spiders in her stomach as she stood.
"Coop!" Summer yelled into Marissa's voice mail. "Where are you?"
She paused, wondered out loud why she hadn't met up with Summer yet, and then reminded Marissa that they still needed five more outifts for the fashion show, and hung up.
She hasn't really talked to Marissa in months.
"Ryan," she slurred happily, hooking her fingers around his neck. "Ryan is a nice name."
She smirks, because she'll be screaming it later.
She doesn't. But she'll be screaming.
Seth tells her she has angel-eyes, and she fucks him because she's not sure what he wants, but she'll give him all she can, because he deserves it.
She wakes up wrapped around his middle, tells him he's a teddy-bear, and he smiles magnificantly. He's the best person she's known.
He knows her middle name.
Zach loves Summer. Zach said he loved Summer, and there were no hotdog stands or already broken hearts involved.
Summer wants to fuck Zach, but she closes her eyes when he gets too close. She doesn't know if he has freckles.
All she knows is that he turns into Cohen.
"Just...don't make her cry. Okay?" Seth said to Zach when he didn't know Summer was in the room. Zach is too sweet to yell at him.
Summer is too afraid that she'd cry.
Brown is cold. Much too cold. Summer shivers if she steps into a vestibule, much less outside.
Which is okay, because she really doesn't go outside too much.
She spends week-long stretches in Seth's dorm room, and curls into his arms each night.
A tiny, perfect baby that turned into a bigger, funnier, perfecter baby.
Seth's smile. Summer's eyes.
Seth carries him around in a baby pouch on his stomach, and grins proudly each time he does. Summer rocks him to sleep each night, and sings every song she knows, and some she's just made up.
When the baby wakes up, and sees Summer, and reaches for her face, squealing in absolute delight, she loves him more than anything in the world.
And at night when he showcases his little attitude problem that he definitely did not get from Seth, she loves him even more.
Again, perfection. Absolute perfection.