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hsavinienTitle: Sour and Sweet
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: PGish, crackfic, a few bad words.
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tygati , who is insane, and one of her friends decided to characterize all different kinds of fruit. I decided to write up Orange and Grapefruit. Not nearly as punny as some of the other produce will undoubtedly be. Orange runs track and plays soccer, even though I didn't manage to work that in.
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Grapefruit pondered once again one of the great mysteries of his life -- exactly how fermented had his parents been to name him something like "Grapefruit"? All right, he was a fruit, obviously (and in more ways than one), but it sounded so...wannabe exotic, like they'd got the idea off of Starfruit and Dragonfruit's parents and tried to make it fit their boring suburban lives. And "Grape"? He didn't in the slightest resemble the Grape triplets, who were little, and cute, and toned. And frankly weird, but hey -- no judging from the fat kid. At least they were hot and weird. That made up for a lot.
He glanced across the room surreptitiously. Orange's table was always loud and cheerful. He was...he made the average nice guy attitude (rare enough for a jock) into something that made Grapefruit's insides all warm and squishy.
Grapefruit glared down at his lunch again, feeling his face turn blotchy pink, as usual. Like he had any business crushing on Orange. He wasn't athletic like Orange himself, he wasn't cool like Zucchini, or sharp and sexy like Lemon, or artistic like Starfruit, or even really smart like that uptight Apple. He was just chubby, quiet, shy, and -- he sighed -- increasingly sour.
A clatter on the table beside him made Grapefruit jump about a foot. He jerked up, wide-eyed, to stare at...
Orange. Orange, who was grinning at him a little ruefully. "Sorry," Orange said. "I thought you heard me coming." He slid onto the bench right beside Grapefruit, who tried not to start edging away. Or closer. Closer would be bad too.
"'sokay," Grapefruit muttered, looking down at his food. He felt himself reddening again. He could see Orange poking around his tray with a fork.
"Man, your lunch looks better than this industrial crap." He gestured at Grapefruit's tupperware. "You're so lucky your dad cooks. What is it?"
"Tortellini with salmon sauce. Um. You..." Grapefruit faltered, swallowed, and tried again, "You want to try some?" He glanced over at Orange out of the corner of his eye.
Orange's face lit up. "Really? Cool! I mean, if you don't mind." Grapefruit cringed. What, did Orange think he was a complete pig?
Orange continued, looking a little sorry, "I didn't actually come over here to steal your lunch." He ate a forkful of tortellini and closed his eyes, blissing out. "Damn, that's good. What was I saying? Oh, yeah." There was a pause, then Orange said, uncertainly, "Could you...look at me, Grapefruit? It's easier to talk with you that way."
Oh, if only you knew... Grapefruit dragged his eyes away from the pasta he was mangling and raised an eyebrow, trying to look cool. Orange's bright auburn hair was all spiky and his eyes were bright and his smile unsure, but still friendly.
"I wanted to... Would you... Do you want to go to a movie with me?" Orange asked, stumbling over the words.
What?
"What?" Grapefruit stared. "Me? Why?"
Orange fiddled with his fork. "I kinda like the big, quiet, blond thing you've got going. You think before you talk in class. I see you reading cool stuff that I'd like to have the attention span for. I kinda think-" Orange actually swallowed visibly. "-I think you're hot when you blush. I think I like you. If that's not cool, just say and I'll leave you alone," he finished at a rush.
Grapefruit's mouth dropped open.
"Um," he choked out.
"Right, okay sorry. Only I see you looking at me sometimes, so I thought maybe -- shit, sorry. Going away now," Orange said quickly, suddenly looking like he was miserable and trying to hide it. The smile he flashed Grapefruit looked flat and pasted on. He grabbed his tray and turned away quickly.
"No, wait," Grapefruit croaked.
Orange tensed, shoulders hunching protectively.
"I...me?" Grapefruit asked helplessly. "Are you sure?" Either Orange was sure or he was a really good actor playing a horrible joke. Grapefruit was pretty sure Orange didn't go in for drama, though, which meant... "I'd like to," he said slowly, and as calmly as he could manage with his heart trying to throw everything into a panic. "Go to a movie with you, I mean," Grapefruit added, realizing the ambiguity of the last bit. Orange's shoulders started inching down slowly. "Um. Did you have one in mind?"
Orange turned, looking hopeful and...he was blushing too. Grapefruit hadn't realized Orange could blush. "Not really," Orange said, running his hand through his hair and leaving several spikes cock-eyed. "I didn't exactly think that far."
"Oh." Grapefruit smiled a little, self-consciously. "That's okay." He blushed.
Orange beamed.
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: PGish, crackfic, a few bad words.
Author's Note:
tygati , who is insane, and one of her friends decided to characterize all different kinds of fruit. I decided to write up Orange and Grapefruit. Not nearly as punny as some of the other produce will undoubtedly be. Orange runs track and plays soccer, even though I didn't manage to work that in.***
Grapefruit pondered once again one of the great mysteries of his life -- exactly how fermented had his parents been to name him something like "Grapefruit"? All right, he was a fruit, obviously (and in more ways than one), but it sounded so...wannabe exotic, like they'd got the idea off of Starfruit and Dragonfruit's parents and tried to make it fit their boring suburban lives. And "Grape"? He didn't in the slightest resemble the Grape triplets, who were little, and cute, and toned. And frankly weird, but hey -- no judging from the fat kid. At least they were hot and weird. That made up for a lot.
He glanced across the room surreptitiously. Orange's table was always loud and cheerful. He was...he made the average nice guy attitude (rare enough for a jock) into something that made Grapefruit's insides all warm and squishy.
Grapefruit glared down at his lunch again, feeling his face turn blotchy pink, as usual. Like he had any business crushing on Orange. He wasn't athletic like Orange himself, he wasn't cool like Zucchini, or sharp and sexy like Lemon, or artistic like Starfruit, or even really smart like that uptight Apple. He was just chubby, quiet, shy, and -- he sighed -- increasingly sour.
A clatter on the table beside him made Grapefruit jump about a foot. He jerked up, wide-eyed, to stare at...
Orange. Orange, who was grinning at him a little ruefully. "Sorry," Orange said. "I thought you heard me coming." He slid onto the bench right beside Grapefruit, who tried not to start edging away. Or closer. Closer would be bad too.
"'sokay," Grapefruit muttered, looking down at his food. He felt himself reddening again. He could see Orange poking around his tray with a fork.
"Man, your lunch looks better than this industrial crap." He gestured at Grapefruit's tupperware. "You're so lucky your dad cooks. What is it?"
"Tortellini with salmon sauce. Um. You..." Grapefruit faltered, swallowed, and tried again, "You want to try some?" He glanced over at Orange out of the corner of his eye.
Orange's face lit up. "Really? Cool! I mean, if you don't mind." Grapefruit cringed. What, did Orange think he was a complete pig?
Orange continued, looking a little sorry, "I didn't actually come over here to steal your lunch." He ate a forkful of tortellini and closed his eyes, blissing out. "Damn, that's good. What was I saying? Oh, yeah." There was a pause, then Orange said, uncertainly, "Could you...look at me, Grapefruit? It's easier to talk with you that way."
Oh, if only you knew... Grapefruit dragged his eyes away from the pasta he was mangling and raised an eyebrow, trying to look cool. Orange's bright auburn hair was all spiky and his eyes were bright and his smile unsure, but still friendly.
"I wanted to... Would you... Do you want to go to a movie with me?" Orange asked, stumbling over the words.
What?
"What?" Grapefruit stared. "Me? Why?"
Orange fiddled with his fork. "I kinda like the big, quiet, blond thing you've got going. You think before you talk in class. I see you reading cool stuff that I'd like to have the attention span for. I kinda think-" Orange actually swallowed visibly. "-I think you're hot when you blush. I think I like you. If that's not cool, just say and I'll leave you alone," he finished at a rush.
Grapefruit's mouth dropped open.
"Um," he choked out.
"Right, okay sorry. Only I see you looking at me sometimes, so I thought maybe -- shit, sorry. Going away now," Orange said quickly, suddenly looking like he was miserable and trying to hide it. The smile he flashed Grapefruit looked flat and pasted on. He grabbed his tray and turned away quickly.
"No, wait," Grapefruit croaked.
Orange tensed, shoulders hunching protectively.
"I...me?" Grapefruit asked helplessly. "Are you sure?" Either Orange was sure or he was a really good actor playing a horrible joke. Grapefruit was pretty sure Orange didn't go in for drama, though, which meant... "I'd like to," he said slowly, and as calmly as he could manage with his heart trying to throw everything into a panic. "Go to a movie with you, I mean," Grapefruit added, realizing the ambiguity of the last bit. Orange's shoulders started inching down slowly. "Um. Did you have one in mind?"
Orange turned, looking hopeful and...he was blushing too. Grapefruit hadn't realized Orange could blush. "Not really," Orange said, running his hand through his hair and leaving several spikes cock-eyed. "I didn't exactly think that far."
"Oh." Grapefruit smiled a little, self-consciously. "That's okay." He blushed.
Orange beamed.
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Date: 2009-04-06 09:03 pm (UTC)"Grapefruit is my cousin."
lololol You make me laugh. <3 Grapefruit totally is the shy quiet fat kid. XD
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Date: 2009-04-06 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 09:35 pm (UTC)Vegetables are girls. I could be a...carrot?
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:10 pm (UTC)I want to be a horned melon. Fruity gender be damned. It's so me. Spikey outside .... horrible green off tasting goo inside. (So I've heard .... about the melon, not me.)
Your icon is threatening. ono
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:38 pm (UTC)Actually wasn't the icon I meant to have...
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Date: 2009-04-06 09:30 pm (UTC)