AN/ This is it guys! The first one-shot out of one hundred! That's my goal! Before I start, I want explain some things. First of all this isn't just Fanboy and Francine. All my one-shots will support any couple I... or you... can think of! One hundred stories. Do you think you can beat that? One hundred stories to support couples. One hundred stories to support this fandom. Ideas? PM message me!
This is dedicated to Snowcakie who wants some support with her couple!
His eyes were really pretty, no stunning, no their…I can't find the right words to describe them, Francine concluded. Green, was a color she acknowledged and was fully adjusted to since she was living in Galaxy Hills for over five years with this guy now but Fanboy's eye color were a green that she was intrigued by.
When he his mood was gloomy: his eyes would turn into a darker shade of green that was heart breaking. That color of green tore her heart out. She was fond of the color of jade his eyes turned when he was desperate and needy. She remembers them from the time when Fanboy was trying to keep everyone at Night-morning. She reminds herself that it is incredibly hard to forget the expression; so intense and passionate. If he continued with those eyes, she would have listened to his every word and command.
In his most joyful mood it was a fact that his eyes turned into that gorgeous color of green which was the most majestic color she adored; emerald. His eyes would shine brighter than the Sun and lift up anyone's mood as they did to her on numerous occasions.
"Francine? Francine, Franciiiiiiine!" She broke out from her stupor and stared blankly at him. By her blinking, Fanboy was relieved that she was still alive and breathing. He was on the verge of having a heart attack.
"You okay Francine? I've been shouting your name for a long time. You looked mesmerized or hypnotized or in a daze or something." At the look of his beautiful, worried, emerald eyes that focused solely on her she blushed and swiftly turned around facing her house. The shades of green on him were gorgeous.
"I'm alright. Just thinking about the…the color green, you know how pretty and dreamy it is," She spluttered when she failed trying to look at his green eyes. "You know… Oh gosh! I think that was the cookies ready. I'll be back in a sec." Using that excuse, she could finally escape from his eyes.
"But we just had cookies?" Said Fanboy to no one in particular as Francine was in the sanctuary of her home. The fact that she ran in half second didn't confuse Fanboy but what she was saying. Since when was Francine shy? What really puzzled him was the murmuring of 'Pretty Green' Francine kept saying in her daze. Why Green? In Fanboy's opinion, brown was better. It was the color of Francine's hair and dark eyes after all.
A/N: I tried to make this best I could. Review and no flames! They will be extinguished with water-bending!