It All Started With Twinkees

She was never one for one-night stands, but something about him made her want to throw inhibitions to the wind and say "fuck it" and just rip his clothes off...and she didn't want to care about ruining the shirt in the process. That was what she felt the second she saw him walking past her on the street; he was carrying a huge bag from her favorite bakery and she could tell what was inside, could see it through the plastic.

Several large boxes of special Twinkees.

Her heart flipped over as he passed, giving her a tiny smile that she wouldn't have noticed had she not been memorizing every line of his face. He had the kind of smile that would make every girl in a six hundred mile radius want to throw their knickers at him and yell, "I want to have your baby!" or even "I want to die in your arms!", the prospect of which made her shudder as she saw his corpse being held by a thirteen year old with braces and freckles.

Normally, she wouldn't be so bold, or stupid, as her best friend might say, but she twirled around on her heels and yelled out to him.

"Are they having a sale today?"

As the words flew from her mouth, she cupped her hand over it and began to turn red at a remarkable rate. What the fuck? her mind shouted at her, Are they having a sale today?

He turned around, a smile on his very full lips; the baseball cap that covered his short chocolate brown locks was an ode to the New York Yankees, a team he'd never even seen play. "Yeah, two for one."

She inhaled sharply. That accent. He was quite obviously from Ireland...but what the bloody hell was he doing in her state? In her town? At her bakery?

"Cool," she said, trying to act as though she was and failing miserably.

Just as well for her, because he found it crazily endearing and wanted to scoop her up in his arms and take her away to the nearest hotel that charged by the hour.

"Would you like one?" He held the bag out to her, that smile still quirking his lips and the dimples on either side of his mouth deepening. God, she thought, he is so adorable. Everything about him was; from his faded, turned up jeans to his faded Nikes, his tight blue tshirt that advertised some BBQ place she'd never heard of.

Had she had more guts, she'd have gotten close enough to smell him. Though that seemed weird, there was something oddly compelling about that boy smell. She imagined this one to smell like Twinkees, homebaked cookies and Old Spice.

"I was just about to go to the park and inhale all of 'em. Care to join me?" His blue eyes twinkled and she melted into the ground, a puddle of her former self. You can't say no to those eyes.

"I'd love to," she mangaged after what seemed like a decade. She nodded and he took her hand which made her shiver. Just that small little jesture, and she was a goner. They set off towards the park, not talking, but wafting in the comfortable silence as passerby looked on thinking to themselves, 'My what a lovely couple' or something along those lines.

It was pretty amazing what a box of Twinkees could do. Honestly, who would have thought they'd be such an aphrodisaic? Well, that's what they were. In just two hours of knowing one another, the two were tumbling around on his hotel room bed, kissing and cuddling and trying desperately not to tear off the clothes that binded them. It took a damn lot of self control, especially from him as he felt he had never seen such a beautiful creature. And had never seen one eat Twinkees the way he could, which charmed the pants off him.

A knock on the door caused her to take a deep breath, having just untangled her lips from his, and him to groan rather loudly as he went to answer it. There stood three more men, all in the same types of clothes he himself had on. Though they were without baseball caps.

The big blond one said, "Oy, Mark, you're supposed to be at sound check," in a deep bass Irish accent incrusted voice that had her nearly swooning on the bed.

"Yeah, what're ya doing?" The short blond asked, hands on what hips he had, which wasn't much as he was easily about 20 pounds, if.

The short dark haired one looked rather angry, "We've been waiting for fooking four hours."

Mark, as he apparently was called, closed the door slightly to hide her from view. "Been busy."

"Busy me arse," the blond said, pushing into the room. "Get yerself ready. I got stuff I wanted ta do."

The other two entered behind him and all stopped dead at the sight of the girl lain haphazardly across the bed, watching them with quizzical eyes.

"Oh," breathed the short dark haired one. "I didn't realize you had company." He turned around to give Mark some sort of look she didn't see.

Mark nodded, "I told ya I was busy. We've been trying out the Twinkees that lady downstairs recommended. They were delicious."

"Mmm," the blond laughed, "I bet that's not the only thing that was---" the short blond hit him in the gut, but he stood unphased.

"Bryan, shut it."

Bryan shrugged his large shoulders and hunkered over to the chairs by the window. "Hullo," he said pleasantly, extending his hand as he passed, "I'm Bryan. And who is this lovely young lady?"

"Jenny," she said, smiling and shaking his hand.

Though Bryan was a nice fellow, he wasn't much for chitchat, for all he did was talk to her breasts and then sit down by the window, gazing blankly at his friends as if he were a spectator at a football match.

"I'll be down to sound check in a wee bit," Mark was saying, shutting the door and wandering over to everyone else.

"We can wait," Bryan said, looking happy.

The short blond rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his spiked hair, "I don't want to interrupt..."

"Nor do I," the dark haired one said, "But I'm fooking starved and bored out of my SKULL."

"Sheen, honestly, just put a cork in it."

"Shut up, Nicky."

Mark sighed, "Oh, stop it already with your lovers quarrell. It gets old."

Shane and Nicky looked strangely at him and then began making out heavily, as if nothing odd were happening around them.

Jenny's eyes went wide, "Em....huh."

Mark laughed and sat beside her, "They do this a lot. They'll stop in a minute. Now where were we." He moved towards her, but she pulled back.

"Are we going to continue with everyone watching? You might as well be taping it. Hell, let's make a porn."

"YAY!" Bryan yelled, jumping up. "I'll go get me video camera!"

Jenny laughed, "I was kidding."

Bryan's smile faded, "Oh. Damn."

Several hours later, the remaining member of the band ambled up to the room, feeling very pissed off at having waited so long for his fellows. Often being angry at them, this wasn't a new feeling and therefore he didn't need to pretend to be nice as he knocked on Mark's door.

"MARKY!" A female's voice called from within, which made the boy outside the door jump back in horror.

"Be right back," Mark's voice grunted as the door swung open. "Oh, hullo, Kian."

"Em, hey. You're, em, supposed to, em, be, downstairs...for soundcheck."

"Right. I know." Mark covered a yawn as he leaned against the open door.

Kian's eyes traveled a bit south and then he gasped in shock, "Mark, yer completely starkers!"

Mark looked down at his nude self and laughed, "Yeah. 'Spose I am." He shrugged, not caring.

As Kian took a better look inside the room, he realized all that was missing in the charade was the musty sounds of a boom-chicka-boom slow, sultry song. "What're ya up to?" he asked, nonchalantly, eyeing the scene before him in interest.

"Just hanging out," Mark supplied, a grin still on his lips.

"Can I join ya?" Kian asked hopefully.

"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" The female's voice came from inside. "There's not enough of me for another of you! OOH, Bryan, yeah, that's a good spot."

Kian's eyebrows rose into his blond hair and Mark started guffawing with laughter as he closed the door. "See ya later, Ki."

"Wait! I wanna come in!"

"No way! Yer too little!"

"WHAT?!" Kian squeaked, looking terribly offended. "That's not fair!"

The door slammed in his face and Kian suddenly felt all the anger that had subsided upon the shock of the scene come back full force, as tears rolled down his cheeks. "MARK FEEHILLY! CONSIDER THIS THE LAST TIME I DO YOU ANY FAVORS! AND NEXT TIME YOU WANT A BLOW JOB---YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GO TO SHEEN!"

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