Theme: #32 – Colour
Summary: Apathetic, sarcastic, broody. Dark, mysterious…sexy.
Word Count: 294
A.N: Set just after 1x03 - Rain.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.
Summer huffed out a breath in frustration as she pulled her hair up and studied her reflection in the mirror. Who did he think he was anyway? Yellow did suit her. It suited her hair, her complexion, even her personality! What did a James Dean wannabe know about fashion anyway? She let her hair fall from her hands and cascade back down over her shoulders. He was currently downstairs, 'getting to know' the Garage after bonding with the series black morpher.
Black.
That suited him perfectly. Apathetic, sarcastic, broody. Dark, mysterious…sexy. Summer stopped herself. She couldn't afford to like him in that way. He was arrogant and foolhardy but he was now also her team mate. She would have to learn to tolerate his teasing and to put aside the deep attraction that bubbled inside her everytime she caught sight of him. It had started when she had removed her helmet to thank him for saving her life. His smoldering eyes had pulled her in immediately.
She gave up appraising herself in the mirror and sorted her hair out before leaving her room and joining the guys down on the Garage floor. Dillon was sitting at the breakfast bar reading while everyone else was off doing their own thing. Summer moved slowly and deliberately, ensuring he looked up when she made her way to the fridge. He did look up but he said nothing as Summer had expected. She gave no acknowledgment that she noticed his presence until she had poured herself some juice and started back out of the kitchen. As she reached Dillon she passively said," you know, I wouldn't say black was your colour either…" before walking off towards Flynn and Scott's game of pool, Dillon looking slightly bemused after her.