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missmara13Not gonna do the whole spiel, too tired and sick (woke up with a fever and feeling woozy, the very idea of food makes me nauseas, so I called in today...I'm just on the computer for a brief time while getting a spurt of energy...) but I wrote this yesterday and thought I'd post. It's in response to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brandywine421's '15 Minute Challenge'. It took me less to write this, but... whatever... a cute little fluffy scene. It's short, but... I'm sure other responses from me will be longer, and if not then, well, I DID click 16 different prompts, so I'll make up for length with the shere number of them... not all will be The OC though, I may write one or two of them as General Hospital fics... lol... or another fandom... lol
The OC/OTH crossover, Ryan/Brooke pairing, takes place in the future a bit. The 'Jenny' referred to is Seth and Summer's daughter.
Green Omelets and Bacon Bits
"If you loved me, you'd eat this."
Ryan looked at Brooke over the top of his coffee cup, then looked down at the plate she was holding. There was what looked like an omelet on it. If omelets were green. "What... is it?"
"An omelet!" Brooke said.
"And why is it green?"
"Well... It... You left the food covering out after you made the St. Patty's day cookies for Sophie and Jenny, and it kinda fell over and dripped into the pan with the eggs," Brooke said.
"So it's my fault they're green?" Ryan asked, looking again.
"Yes!"
"And the... uh... black stuff?"
"Bacon bits," Brooke said. "I may have put them in a little too early and they got a little crisp..."
"One more question?"
"What?"
"Are you can taste it first to make sure it doesn't kill me?"
Brooke stared at him, open mouthed and offended. "Ryan William Atwood!"
"Brooke Penelope Davis!" Ryan replied, grinning.
"You don't love me," Brooke said, pouting.
Ryan sighed and grabbed a fork, breaking off a big hunk of the rubbery omelet and shoving it into his mouth. He chewed... and chewed... and chewed a little more. "See? I love you," he said around a mouthful as he forced a smile that came out as more of a grimace.
Brooke grabbed the trash can and held out it for Ryan, shrugging when he immediately spit the omelet out and gagged slightly. "I tried."
"It was a good try," Ryan agreed, nodding.
"It wasn't," Brooke replied.
"No, it really wasn't," Ryan admitted. "But... you did try. And that's what matters."
"Really?"
"Yes," Ryan said, kissing her. "But please, next time try something that won't involve food poisoning," he added, laughing as she smacked him in the stomach.
The End
brandywine421's '15 Minute Challenge'. It took me less to write this, but... whatever... a cute little fluffy scene. It's short, but... I'm sure other responses from me will be longer, and if not then, well, I DID click 16 different prompts, so I'll make up for length with the shere number of them... not all will be The OC though, I may write one or two of them as General Hospital fics... lol... or another fandom... lolThe OC/OTH crossover, Ryan/Brooke pairing, takes place in the future a bit. The 'Jenny' referred to is Seth and Summer's daughter.
Green Omelets and Bacon Bits
"If you loved me, you'd eat this."
Ryan looked at Brooke over the top of his coffee cup, then looked down at the plate she was holding. There was what looked like an omelet on it. If omelets were green. "What... is it?"
"An omelet!" Brooke said.
"And why is it green?"
"Well... It... You left the food covering out after you made the St. Patty's day cookies for Sophie and Jenny, and it kinda fell over and dripped into the pan with the eggs," Brooke said.
"So it's my fault they're green?" Ryan asked, looking again.
"Yes!"
"And the... uh... black stuff?"
"Bacon bits," Brooke said. "I may have put them in a little too early and they got a little crisp..."
"One more question?"
"What?"
"Are you can taste it first to make sure it doesn't kill me?"
Brooke stared at him, open mouthed and offended. "Ryan William Atwood!"
"Brooke Penelope Davis!" Ryan replied, grinning.
"You don't love me," Brooke said, pouting.
Ryan sighed and grabbed a fork, breaking off a big hunk of the rubbery omelet and shoving it into his mouth. He chewed... and chewed... and chewed a little more. "See? I love you," he said around a mouthful as he forced a smile that came out as more of a grimace.
Brooke grabbed the trash can and held out it for Ryan, shrugging when he immediately spit the omelet out and gagged slightly. "I tried."
"It was a good try," Ryan agreed, nodding.
"It wasn't," Brooke replied.
"No, it really wasn't," Ryan admitted. "But... you did try. And that's what matters."
"Really?"
"Yes," Ryan said, kissing her. "But please, next time try something that won't involve food poisoning," he added, laughing as she smacked him in the stomach.
The End
