Title: Important Questions

Rating: PG-13 for now, though that may change.

Summary: Summer asks Seth for a favour. A big one.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Distribution: Just here. Unless you provide me with a link and ask nicely. LOL (this goes for all my fics)

Notes: This is the first part in a two part fic. (At least I think it will be only two parts) I know the concept is a bit farfetched, but it's a fanfic.

Important Questions 1/2

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People that are insecure never really believe good things are actually happening to them.

Seth dreams a lot. Sometimes about giant raccoons and mice trying to take over the world. But most of the time, he dreams of Summer. And they're not even sex dreams...most of the time. He dreams of one perfect moment where she drops the snark from her tone and shows that she really is worthy of his adorations. That under that narcissistic, rich girl front, there is a brave, spunky person just waiting to come out. He sees it lurking in her so close to the surface, just itching to come out.

And that's why when she came to him begging for something completely unfathomable he was positive he was dreaming. Well, maybe begging was the wrong word...

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The loud bass pumped through his chest, making his churning belly lurch. He needed to make it to the bathroom and fast.

Seth really couldn't handle his alcohol. Stumbling into the upstairs bathroom, decorated in mauve, he knelt in front of the porcelain toilet bowl and released the contents of his stomach. Just as the acidic stench burned his throat and nostrils he heard the door slam shut.

"That's disgusting!"

A voice, sharp and shrill, came from behind him. He was too preoccupied to turn around, but he would recognize it anywhere.

An exhausted, clammy hand reached up to flush and then grabbed a sizeable amount of toilet paper from the roll that hung from an antique brass fixture, to wipe at his mouth and sweaty forehead.

"No, no don't worry, I'm fine," he wheezed out, sardonically, as he closed his eyes to keep the room from spinning. He was too damn drunk to be embarrassed.

Summer spared him a glance. "Are you almost done? 'Cause I really need to do things in here."

"Just...give me a minute," he said, from his place on the floor as he curled up next to the claw-footed bathtub.

"Eww! Never mind. I'll just find another bathroom," she said and turned to leave. She pulled on the handle and it was stuck. "No, no, no. This cannot be happening!"

"Hmph..." Seth mumbled from his place on the cool tiles.

"The door is stuck."

Seth made no motion to get up. "Try turning the knob."

Summer turned, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, in true diva fashion. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? Why don't you get up and help me?"

"Relax," he waved his hand, decided the move made him queasy and rested his arm over his eyes. "Someone will come by and find us. Why is it so bright in here?"

"You don't understand," she huffed.

Her frustration showed on her face, but to Seth she looked like some wanton goddess set to seduce. If only...

He shook off the image. Even his alcohol-soaked brain knew it was a bad idea to try to flirt with Summer. "What?"

"I have to pee!" Her voice was sharp, desperate.

He would have smiled if it didn't hurt so much. "Oh...okay, that could be a problem." His lips snapped together, his eyes widening.

"This is the worst day of my life." Summer slumped down, her back against the door, her head in her hands.

"It's not that bad," Seth assured her. "Fifth grade science trip when Luke dumped me into the cage of monkeys and they thought I was their king, that was bad. They kept looking for little bugs on my body and one of them tried to mate with me. I still flinch every time someone touches my hair. So this...this is nothing.

Summer took her head off of her knees and spared him a nasty glance. "Easy for you to say. I reeealy have to pee."

"So go."

"Go?" she implored. "With you standing right there watching?"

"Well, actually I don't think I could stand even if I wanted to, but I'll turn around. No peaking, I swear." He squirmed around on the floor, pulling himself up to a siting position, his back to the toilet as an act of good faith.

After a moments pause. "Dammit, fine."

In one fluid motion, Summer vaulted onto her three inch heels and did a skip-slide to the toilet.

The seconds ticked by and not much happened. "What's the problem now? I thought you reeeally had to pee," Seth mocked.

"Can't you hum or something. I can't go with you just sitting there breathing."

Seth rolled his eyes, then winced with the onslaught of pain. "I'm sorry my breathing offends you, but I kinda need to. To you know...live."

"Just sing and shut up."

"Okay, which do you want me to do: sing or shut up?"

She let out a rush of hot air. "Just sing something!"

He shrugged. "Okay."

"Well?"

"I'm thinking."

"Think a little less and sing a little more," Summer cautioned.

"Fine. One hundred bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred bottles of beer...you take one down, pass it around..." Seth's mouth curved into a smile. "And she gets over her stage fright! Can we have a round of applause ladies and gentlemen?"

"Tell anyone about this Cohen and I swear I'll make you the biggest social outcast in all of Orange County."

Seth laughed. "You realize that's not much of a threat considering I already am an outcast, right?"

"Whatever. What are you doing here anyway?" Summer flushed the toilet and moved over to the sink.

"Partying like it's 1999. Celebrating good times. Woo hoo! No, just hanging around. Same old, same old."

"I hate these things," she said as she dried off her hands and sat down, cross-legged, beside Seth.

Seth shook his head and let out a low chuckle. "No you don't. You and the rest of your 'posse' live for this sort of thing."

"Yeah right, expensive food, foreign beer, cheap sex, what's not to love?" He didn't miss the distain and sarcasm that dripped from her tongue.

"I wouldn't know, really. Though I did sample some of the food and let me tell you, those cream-puffs are not all they're cracked up to be and that beer is strong stuff, must be Canadian. As for the sex... well, I don't think a party is the best place to lose your virginity."

"Exactly." Summer giggled and the sound of it shocked herself.

Seth turned to face her and grinned. "So we agree on something. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Your reputation is safe with me."

Summer grew serious. "Listen Cohen, I'm going to ask you something-"

"If this is about your bra..."

Summer jerked back. "What about my bra?"

"Nothing. It's...nice...and blue...and lacy. Just stop me anytime you'd like, because I could go on and on."

Summer tried to hide her grin. "I need a favour."

"Anything."

Summer was silent for a long time. When she finally spoke, she avoided eye contact. "I need you to have sex with me."

Seth was floored. His heart beat picked up pace, his palms grew sweaty and he couldn't find his voice. "Excuse me!? I could have sworn you just asked me to-"

"Have sex with me," she said, exasperated. "Yeah, I did."

Seth's face was white with disbelief. "What!? This has got to be a dream. You must be drunk. And I am most definitely drunk. That's it, we're both drunk and none of this is happening."

"I'm not drunk."

"Okay. Okay, just give me a minute to take this all in." Seth squeezed his eyes shut, worried that when he opened them again he would be in his bed at home and it would have all been a dream, but when he opened his eyes she was still there and as real as ever. "Not that I'm complaining, but why?"

"I'm tired of being a virgin. I need to get it over with. Like you said a party is no place to lose your virginity." There was something distant in her tone, like she was talking about someone else. She was far too detached about the whole thing for Seth's liking.

"You're a....a... Again, what?"

"Are you going to help me or not?"

He rolled his shoulders, leaned his head against the tub and turned his eyes to her. "I just don't think this is the sort of thing you just ask someone... I mean, don't you want to be with someone you love...or at least like?

"If you don't want to, I can just go ask some random guy." She made a move to get up, but he took her arm and pulled her back down.

"No! No, don't do that. I'll do it....we'll do it. Besides the door's jammed, remember?"

And with that his fate was sealed. Seth Cohen, geek extraordinaire, was going to lose his virginity to Summer Roberts, the princess of Newport.

To be continued....