EIGHTEEN: COUNTRY WHEAT SIX-OH-NINE

We got to the convenience store ten minutes later. I grabbed her arm and dragged her in, scowling.

"Hey Terence" I greeted, grinning at the man behind the counter.

"McLean, you've brought a friend?"

"It's only me" she hissed as she glared at me. Man, this was bringing back memories- who was I kidding; I was hot for her all over again; and here of all places- I’m telling you, with her, give me a closet and I’ll be in there all night.

"Ah, I was wondering where you two went" He glanced at her up and down. "You've changed your dress sense, Minerva"

"Well, i couldn't very well wear my skimpy French lingere when I'm on tour with this dufus" she muttered sarcastically.

"Dang, girl, you own that stuff?"

Narrowing her eyes, and glowering evil looks through green lazers, I was even hotter for her tonight than the first. There was just this perfect mixture of potential physical violence and slow simmering anger inside of her- man, I was getting hard just thinkin’ about it.

Terence raised his eyebrows "She's just sexually frustrated" I assured him grinning.

He nodded as I dragged Minna to the back of the store, passing the "Women's needs" section and to the "Mens"

She rolled her eyes before she spoke- bad move. I was going into overdrive now. "I thought we were getting hair dye"

"Country Wheat number six-oh-nine can wait a few minutes, but my libido can't" I grabbed a midnight satin pack from the rack and proceeded to the hairdye section.

"Who do you think you're gonna do it with? I'm not gonna sacrifice my bo-"

"Don't you worry your little brain about it, I wouldn't again for all the Quarter Pounders in the world" I sang under my breath as i scanned the rack for the color. "Okay" I announced as I grabbed it off the rack.

We sauntered up to the counter, where I dumped the purchases on the counter. I felt around in my pockets and realised I was out of cigarettes. Just as I was about to open my mouth, she said it.

"Marlboro Lights, thanks"

Me too, Terence"

"Sorry J, Minna just bought the last pack" Terence apologised as he tossed her the red and white packet.

Okay, at this point, I had a very furious woman with long nails digging into my arm, and no cigarettes. I don’t know whether I was furious with displeasure or furious for it. Wait- no, I think we have a winner- nope, the attraction isn’t there anymore.

I just want to strangle her for takin’ the pack!

I was fuming as she deliberately lit up one and puffed it right infront of me. "Just give me a pack of Longbeach" I muttered as I paid for the rest of the purchases.

We got in the car wordlessly as I tossed the paper bag in the back.

"Hurry up and drive, I wanna sleep" she muttered.

"Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it"

 

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