Writer's block. Decided to try writing other things.
Aha, this one's pretty long for a drabble. Oh well. The others will be shorter. :P
Disclaimer: I do not own TDI.
In a world full of clichés, it was only a matter of time before she fell for one- a green-eyed, absolutely gorgeous cliché named Trent.
Trent, being a dark-haired musician who played guitar, was stereotypically good-looking and said cliché things and brought his 'dates' to cliché places, like the ones often seen in the movies.
Gwen figured it was an effect from just being on the island…losing every sane piece of her mind slowly everyday. She figured it was affecting him, too. I mean, how was it that he paid so much attention to her?
One day they sat by the dock, under the stars, watching the waves crash down at shore.
He spoke first. "Umm, Gwen?"
"Yes, Trent?"
"Besides your name…I really don't know much about you. So…go on, tell me about yourself." He stared at her hard, just when Gwen decided he was joking. Guess not.
She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm really 42, I used to work at the circus, my hair's naturally blonde, and I've gone sky-diving a few times. You?"
"For starters, I love soap operas, and everytime someone cheats on someone else I cry through the commercials. And did I already tell you I still drink Shirley Temples, too?" Hmm. Maybe he wasn't so cliché after all.
"No," she gasped, grinning, and they laughed. "And you say I'm interesting…"
That night she wrote in her diary, as always, and his name appeared on the page once. Okay, twice. Okay, maybe more.
She sighed. For someone who hated cliches, she had it pretty bad.
Hope you enjoyed. And I'm sort of accepting requests for this, but if possible maybe something besides romance. :D