A/N: Look at what I found on my computer from like a million months back. A short one, but a fairly decent one.
Title: Orange
Prompt: Well, orange.
Summary: It figured that his favourite color would carry out into his food choice and girlfriend.
Disclaimer: Not mine… yet.
Gwen stared across the table at Owen, who was busily scarfing down his pile of sherbet ice cream, watching as his tongue lapped across the cone, making him look like a dog. She wondered how anyone could eat so much. Through out the entire show he had probably eaten more than everyone else combined. Well, it was just the two of them now, so maybe she should try and be nice.
After all, she was splitting her money with him if she won, thanks to the whole "Let's get Heather voted off" thing.
Gwen sighed and slouched. She wasn't good at making friends. This probably explained why back home she only hung out with kid's whose idea of fun was tripping people and leaning against things. Still, Owen seemed nice, not matter how loud, annoying and err, gassy he was. Gwen cleared her throat, making Owen jump.
"Err, hi." Gwen mumbled. Owen grinned.
"Hi! Don't just like, love ice cream? I love it almost as much as pancakes!" Owen smiled, before going back to licking his sherbet cone. Gwen sighed. Oh well, it was a valiant effort.
Struck by sudden inspiration, Gwen spoke again. "What's you favourite color?" She asked, surprising herself. She wasn't usually one to talk, she usually preferred silence to be honest. It was probably stupid Owen, making her go crazy with his happiness.
"Orange…" Owen appeared to have a moment, before going back to eating his sherbet cone. "You know, Izzy had some of the most gorgeous hair I have ever seen."
Gwen chuckled. It figured that his favourite color would carry out into his food choice and girlfriend.
A/N: An oldie, but a goodie. Oh, I hope you were entertained. Review!