Sigh… Okay guys, I'm getting some reviews with requests for completely different pairings. Not the ones I offered, which is okay I guess. Buuuuut sometimes, if it's because you don't want a pairing, and it wins the vote, I'm sorry… It's only fair to the voters. Majority rules, and all that jazz. This time, it was a tie between Nourtney and Mr. Cowenut. Soooo… I'll do both! First up… Mr. Cowenut!

Next pairing: OwenxMr. Coconut.

Darkness had blanketed over the creepy island, and it was really really starting to creep Owen out.

As the large boy tiptoed through the forest, making the least amount of noise as possible- which was excruciatingly difficult for someone of his size, he screamed after hearing a loud noise.

He stopped dead in his tracks, and trembled, totally freaking out. Owen sniffed the air, then chuckled at how paranoid he was being. The loud noise was just a fart! Nothing to be scared of! Well, if you were Owen it was nothing to be scared of, because bodily gas omissions were very frequent with him, and his nostrils and gag reflexes were used to them.

He continued on his merry way through the woods, the only sounds in the dead of night being nocturnal animals, crickets chirping, small ripples rustling in the lake not too far away, the occasional fart, and the plants getting massacred by Owen as he treaded over them.

Once he reached camp, he heaved a sigh of relief, forcing himself not to drop down to his knees, throw his arms up, and scream 'HALLELUJAH!' All that walking had him pooped!

He looked around the dimly lit camp. The bonfire was still ablaze, though the intensity had lessened moderately. The light omitted from the flames danced across the hefty blonde's stature as he made his way to the source of his expedition.

THE MESS HALL!

Owen gasped happily, and smiled dreamily at the only building he loved with his entire heart and soul. And not just one or the other, like when it came to the bathroom or somewhere he could sleep and let his 27 fillings digest.

He placed a hand on the rusty doorknob, and turned it, wincing when a loud creak was heard. He sauntered into the old, empty dining hall feeling quite alone.

Eh, nothing a ham couldn't fix.

He entered the kitchen, and walked over to the refrigerator and felt a shiver go down his spine as the cool air met his chubby cheeks.

Browsing through what was left, after his earlier pre-midnight snack, he groaned and sighed.

Owen bit his lip, as he felt his tummy rumble out of hunger.

"Oh darn-it!" He mumbled, looking through empty cans, meatless chickens, and freezer frost.

Owen felt the rumbling in his stomach become more audible, and urgent. He clutched his stomach, and looked around suspiciously as if he felt someone was watching him and the loudness of his stomach would give away his location.

"Don't worry, tummy! I'll find us something to eat!" He assured his stomach.

Owen's eyes widened when he picked up a can of spinach, the rumbling in his stomach as loud as ever. Owen chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, before whimpering and extending his arm and turning away from the can.

"No! It's not worth it!" He cried. Owen threw the can over his shoulder, and sighed.

Owen looked through the refrigerator yet again, and groaned. "Dang it, where does Chef keep his malamars!" He exclaimed. Owen paused when he came across a lowly coconut.

Owen furrowed his brow, and stood up. He rubbed the hairy surface of the tropical fruit with his thumb, and slowly felt a smile creep across his face.

"Wooooow…" He murmured, holding up the coconut to get a better look at it.

"Hey little buddy!" He chuckled. "I bet you're sad all by your lonesome…"

Owen sighed, and looked down. "I know how it feels to be lonely…" He frowned.

"…" The coconut stayed silent, as Owen continued to hold it in his clutches.

"How, you ask? Well, Mr. Coconut, I think people don't truly get to see the real me! They just assume I'm some kind of-" Owen explained, before pausing to fart. "-human fart machine! Or a lazy slacker, or they're afraid of me because they think I'm a human fart machine!"

"…"

"Crazy, I know, right?" Owen grinned.

"…"

"Wow… Four sisters, huh? And they always used to block your sun back on the palm tree? That sucks! I've never lived with girls, unless my mom counts as a girl…" Owen replied, tapping his chin in thought. He closed the refrigerator, and leaned against a nearby counter as he continued to chat with Mr. Coconut.

"Frankly, I really don't wanna live with girls. Wait! That's not what I meant! It's just, I wanna live with them, but sleep with guys. No! I didn't mean that either!" Owen shouted panicking, before grimacing.

"…"

"Oh thank marshmallow heavens!" Owen sighed in relief, after hearing that Mr. Coconut understood what he was really trying to say.

"…"

"Do I have a special someone here at camp…?" Owen repeated, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. He paused to think, then sighed. "Promise not to tell anyone?" He whispered. Owen made the coconut move up and down to mimic nodding.

Owen smiled. "Great! Gee Mr. Coconut, you sure are easy to talk to."

"…"

Owen chuckled, and waved a hand dismissively. "Oh stop, you're too kind! Well… Gwen's cool. LeShawna's cool, too. Uhm, Heather is kind of…mean. But, I bet it's probably because she was fat and pimply as a child." Owen chuckled.

"…"

"Totally! Courtney is bossy and sort of mean, but I know she means well. Lindsay, is like, totally pretty and nice! She's a great friend. Eva scares me… Uh, Katie and Sadie are nice too, but I don't really know them all that well. I don't really think Beth is all that… pretty but she is totally kind and a great pal, but I wouldn't really consider us compatible. Izzy… I think she's awesome. I really like her as a friend, but who knows, maybe we could be more than friends. Bridgette is nice, and caring, but she is totally meant for Geoff, and- Eh, she's not my type."

"…"

"What IS my type? Uh, someone nice, doesn't care what people think… Uh…" Owen said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"…"

"Oh, no! You didn't put me on the spot! I- No! I don't think any less of you, Mr. Coconut, don't worry- Of course I like you Mr. Coconut, you're a very handsome fruit." Owen ranted.

"…"

"Of course I mean it." Owen smiled.

"…"

"I really like talking to you too, Mr. Coconut." Owen murmured, before staring down into its 'eyes' and leaning in.

"OWEN!" Izzy exclaimed.

"GAH!" Owen exclaimed, jumping out of fright. He turned around, and his eyes widened when he saw that everyone still in the competition (still sporting their sleepwear), including Chef and Chris, was staring back at him with equally wide, sleepy eyes, and jaws agape. Owen gazed out a close by window, and saw that it was dawn, and he had spent the rest of the evening chatting with Mr. Coconut.

"What are you doing?" She asked hesitantly.

"Uhm…" Owen said, racking his brain for a response that didn't make him look like more of an idiot.

"The better question is, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN, MAGGOT?" Chef boomed.

Owen winced, and twiddled a few fingers nervously.

"Is that…a coconut?" Duncan chuckled. The other campers started to snicker as well, making Owen wish the floor would just swallow him up whole. That would be a very large meal for said floor.

Owen felt a few hot tears slide out of his eyes and down is cheeks, before he shoved his way through the crowd, and ran out the door, not sparing anyone a glance as they continued to mock him.

Owen panted as he finally reached the edge of The Dock of Shame. He doubled over and gasped for air, after all the running he did, it left him feeling very fatigued.

Once his breathing was relatively back to normal, he held up Mr. Coconut. He stared at it, and blinked away the few tears that still lingered in his vision.

"…"

"Oh, no, don't be sorry Mr. Coconut." Owen said, smiling slightly. He sniffed, and wiped away some tears with the back of his free hand. "They're just jealous, that's all." He assured his coconutty friend. He caressed his leafy top, then rubbed his hairy outside with his thumb.

"Now, this is more for you than for me. You gotta get outta here, buddy! These people aren't like me! They only see you as a worthless fruit!" Owen exclaimed, placing a hand on his forehead melodramatically.

Owen smiled, and sniffed. "But Mr. Coconut, you're so much more than that. You, are a true friend."

"…"

"Oh don't worry, I'm f-fine. I'll be fine, as long as you're fine too."

"…"

"Aww, me too. I feel the same way." Owen replied, sniffling. He wiped his eyes one last time, before plating a kiss atop Mr. Coconut's soft flakey marrow.

"…"

"I'll miss you too!" Owen cried, before throwing Mr. Coconut as hard as he could into Lake Wawanawkwa. He felt more tears slide down his cheeks, as he waved goodbye to his one genuine companion. He smiled despite his sadness, and wiped his eyes as Mr. Coconut started to float away.

"Don't worry Mr. Coconut, I shall never let go!"

Awww I thought this was totally sweet, and I almost cried writing the ending! I totally LOVE Mr. Coconut, AND Owen. I hope you enjoyed this! Please review! Next chapter, is Nourtney, and I shall update soon!

PEACE OUT FOR NOW!