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Author's Note: Since these are just going to be drabbles, this challenge will be updated sporadically, with no set limit or deadline. They'll generally be one page long or however the hell long I feel like writing something. This challenge is for 25(underscore)foods, and there are a various array of foods to choose from, so this challenge will be nothing less than interesting. I hope you enjoy, and I hope that you continue to come back for more!

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011: Watermelon

Rating: PG

Theme: 011. Watermelon

January 15, 2008

Standing behind him, she noticed that he was spaced out–which wasn't an uncommon occurrence. She rose an eyebrow, then leaned over his shoulder only to see that he was staring in front of him, his mouth busy at work. Shaking her head with furrowed eyebrows, she shrugged.

"I'll bite. What're you doing?"

Jumping slightly at her presence, he turned and looked up at her. "Oh, hey, Sam," he said, just noticing that she was in the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked again, confused as to why he was sitting alone, staring off into space.

"Sucking on a watermelon Jolly Rancher," he simply stated, and she just furrowed her eyebrows again. "What? What's wrong with that?"

"You're sitting alone staring at the T.V., which–by the way–happens to be off. You don't find that odd?" asked, smirking now.

"I like to savor the flavor, if you know what I mean," he joked back, wiggling his eyebrows in innuendo.

She blushed. "Yes, I know what you mean."

"Good. I'm just being overly space-y... I'm so tired," he stretched, yawning.

"Yeah, I'd imagine." Pause. "Watermelon? I haven't had that one, I don't think."

"You haven't? In all the years you've known me, you've never had one?" he asked incredulously, an eyebrow raised. "It's the best flavor out of the Jolly Ranchers."

"I'm more of a sour apple/blue raspberry kind of girl," she shrugged, not seeing why it was such a big deal to him. "What's so special about watermelon?"

"What isn't so special? It's like how you're obsessed with that... that thing," he lamely finished, not coming up with anything in time.

"Yeah, exactly how I'm obsessed with 'that... that thing'," she mimicked, rolling her eyes. "It's just a candy, Danny."

"Come here," he beckoned with a wiggle of his finger. When she was close enough, he pulled her down to sit next to him and kissed her. With the force of his tongue, he got past her lips, delivering his prized treasure.

She pulled away, now looking as thoughtful as he had been moments prior, sucking on the hard candy he was just bragging about. "Mmm... that is good."

"Watermelon is the best flavor there is!"

End Note: Short and (literally) sweet. Review!

-A