Fandom: The OC
Word Count: 883
Summary: Takes place right after the episode "The Heartbreak."
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
Nine o'clock. Summer's sitting by the phone, waiting. She could be out, doing something. But she has to be here, in case Marissa calls. In case things don't go well, as she suspects they won't. She could be having fun, but she has to be a good friend, in case Marissa falls apart. She has to be here.
The phone rings. Finally. She's only been sitting here for half an hour!
"Hey, Coop, what's up?" As if she doesn't know.
"It didn't go so well."
"Duh! What happened?"
"He doesn't want me anymore," and she bursts out in tears.
"Where are you?"
"On my way to your house."
"Let's go out tonight, Coop," Summer suggests. "Get our minds off of things."
"Okay. I'm already dressed. Be there in five minutes."
For as long as she can remember, Marissa has had a crush on Summer. She's just so beautiful.... That black hair, and those eyes that penetrate your soul.... not to mention her luscious lips...
"Stop it," she tells herself through the tears. "Ryan didn't want you and Summer wouldn't either. Just stop thinking. So I'm alone. I like being alone." But she can't convince herself.
Not that she'd ever tell Summer how she feels. Are you kidding? Summer would freak. And it's not worth losing the best friend she's ever had.
She tries to reconcile herself to being alone, but she's the kind of girl who always has someone. Her mind just doesn't fit around the idea that it's okay to be alone. That maybe she will be alone, for once. So she accepts Summer's offer to go out. They'll go to a bar, drink away their pain. She knows she should know better, after everything that's already happened, but right now, she doesn't care. The silent tears blur her vision, but she drives steadily, knowing the way to Summer's house like the back of her hand.
"Hey! Let's go!" there she is, stunning in her new dress, a dress they bought on their last shopping trip, a dress Marissa helped her pick out. The last thing she needs right now is to go out with her totally hot best friend and watch said best friend flirt with all of the guys, but that's Summer's way of coping, and Marissa won't deny her that. Especially after Seth.
"We need better taste in guys," Marissa comments as Summer slides in to the passenger seat.
Summer laughs. "No kidding, Coop."
"So where are we going, anyway?"
"There's a new place in Cliff Haven that has dancing. They just opened. I thought we could go there." Summer likes to dance. Marissa prefers to be alone with her thoughts. And her drink.
"Do you know where it is?"
"Yeah, I drove by it the other day on the way to the mall."
And then they are there, and Summer's sliding easily out of the SUV, and Marissa just feels lost. Lost inside herself.
"Come on! Let's go have fun!" Summer exclaims, breaking her stupor.
Right. That's why they're here. To have fun.
She gets out of the car and follows her best friend inside.
Marissa can't help feeling jealous as she watches the guys watching Summer. She's always had that certain sex appeal that drives guys wild, and Marissa could never stand it. Probably because it drives her wild, too.
She orders another beer. It's not hard, faking this bartender out. He obviously thinks she's hot. And older than she is. And, of course, the fake ID doesn't hurt.
The music changes and Summer saunters back over to her.
"Hey, give me one of those!" The bartender barely looks at her, just wordlessly hands her the beer. She sits down next to Marissa, whose head is already spinning. "Hey," she says again, to the other girl this time. "Come on.... don't you want to have fun?"
"Sure," a semi-drunk Marissa replies.
"So why aren't you dancing?"
"I don't feel like dancing."
"If you say so, Coop." Summer is dubious.
"You're so pretty," Marissa tells her.
Summer looks at her. Really looks at her.
"Coop? Are you drunk?"
"No," she giggles.
"Yes, you are," Summer tells her, taking the beer away. "No more."
Marissa glances over at her best friend longingly. Before Summer knows what's happening, the other girl's mouth is on hers, and she can barely breathe. She pushes Marissa away.
"Marissa! What are you doing?" Summer never calls her Marissa.
"I.... I just...." Marissa stutters.
"We're leaving," Summer says. "Give me the keys." When Marissa doesn't respond, she demands, "What? You think I'm going to let you drive? Give me the keys." A reluctant Marissa hands them over as Summer drags her out of the bar.
She drops Marissa and the car off at Mrs. Cooper's and runs next door. Maybe Seth's dad can give her a ride home.
The girls are silent the whole way back to Newport Beach. After Summer drops her off, Marissa stumbles across her yard, more alone than she's ever been. Her mother comes to the door.
"Marissa? What are you doing here?"
"Can I spend the night?" she sobs.
"Of course, honey." The door opens and Julie steps back. That night, Marissa cries on her mother's shoulder for the first time in twelve years.