Still -- Angsty Seth/Summer one shot
Title: Still
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Romance (but not very)
Summary: Seth and Summer need to lean on each other. After "The Dearly Beloved". Seth/Summer. Oh, angst! One shot. Drabbly.
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to The OC.
A/N: I'm not gonna be posting this at fanfiction.net because I can no longer figure that site out. So here it is.
It’s three in the morning and neither Seth nor Summer has said anything but the required.
It’s three in the morning and Summer’s resting her head on Seth, forcing herself to stay awake. Because if she closes her eyes, she’ll dream.
It’s three in the morning and everything is moving around them.
“Cohen?” Summer whispers, looking up at her boyfriend.
He looks down at her with glassy eyes. “Yeah,” he answers.
“Are you scared?” she asks.
Seth lets out an amused breathe. “Trey’s dead. Marissa shot him. Ryan could’ve died. My mom’s in rehab. My dad’s about to go insane. I’m fine,” he responds, bitter.
Summer shuffles her feet on the carpet of the Cohens’ living room, silent.
“Sorry. It’s just...This is all my fault, isn’t it?” Seth asks.
“Cohen, no. It was Ryan’s right to know. He had to know. This is all just...” Summer stopped, breathing. Her eyes were welling up with tears again.
Seth stroked her hair. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, you know that?” he whispered, “We’ll be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.”
“But Coop...” Summer murmured.
Seth wrapped his arm around his girlfriend and didn’t say another word. It was her time to cry.