Chapters 1-2
CHAPTER 1
"Seville honey, please bring this to your grandmother, I have to go to work," yelled Mrs. Belindaz.
Seville had recently graduated from Cornell University as a kindergarten teacher. Since it was the middle of June, she had the rest of the summer to do what she wanted. She didn't have to go to any teacher conferences until the end of August and school didn't start until September seventh, so she was all set.
And she hadn't intended to spend her summer vacation delivering care packages to her grandmother in Manhattan.
"But Mom, today on Jerry Springer it's ,"I'm pregnant with my father's baby!" wailed Seville.
"No buts! I'm going to work! Your grandmother is sick! You should want to bring her some fresh home made cinnamon muffins!" her mother scolded her sternly. Seville knew that the real reason why her mother couldn't deliver the muffins herself was because her grandmother and mother didn't exactly get along.
"They are not home made!" yelled Seville laughingly. "You bought them at the bakery!"
"That isn't the point!" said Mrs. Belindaz, beginning to get angry. "You are going and that is final!" Mrs. Belindaz stormed out of the apartment in a huff.
Seville sighed and turned off Jerry Springer. She went to her room to get dressed. She put on her tank top, shorts and sandals. She decided to wear the red wind breaker her grandmother had sewn for her birthday. She brushed her tangle of auburn curls out of her face and grabbed the car keys. The last words out of her mouth before she left the apartment were, "I really need to get my own place!"
*****
Fifteen minutes later, Seville was helplessly lost. She had never driven to her grandmothers house before and here she was in the middle of the ghetto. She lived in Westchester and her grandmother lived in Spanish Harlem. Seville had grown up there. Her family hadn't moved to Westchester until she was eighteen, right after she had graduated from high school. Even though she had grown up there and still visited often, her grandmother lived in the really bad section of Harlem. She had never driven there without her father,and now he was gone.
She thought that she recognized a street so she turned down it, but before she knew it, she was at the end of a long dark alley.
Seville decided that this might be an oportune moment to look at her map. Unfortunately Seville was horrible with maps and that just confused her even more.
She had been sitting there for at least half an hour when a back door flew open and a young man stumbled out. He walked over to the brick wall at the end of the alley, unzipped his pants, and pulled that sucker out. Apparently he hadn't noticed Seville, sitting in her car, watching wide eyed. She quickly slapped her hands over her eyes before he realized that she was watching him urinate.
Joey felt little prickles of heat on the back of his neck. Someone was watching him. He had come to visit an old friend of his, whos daughter happened to be a big fan. He had had to use the toilet very badly, but Lance had insisted on stopping at some dirty little restaurant and ended up getting horribly sick. He fixed his pants and turned around. He saw a younf woman in a red windbreaker with her hands over her eyes, sitting in a red Honda.
"Jesus," he muttered under his breath. He walked over to the car and tapped on the window. The girl inside the car screamed.
"Hey, it's OK, I'm not trying to hurt you," said Joey. "Do you need some help miss?"
"Actually I do," Seville admitted. She didn't know why she trusted the stranger but she did. "I'm trying to find west 183 street. There should be an apartment complex but, I'm not sure how to get there."
"Well let's see," he said taking the map and leaning in the window. "You are here," he said, pointing to an area on the map. He unfolded it a bit more. "West 183 street is all the way over here. You're lost honey," he said laughingly.
"Well I know I was lost!" Seville snapped, "so you really didn't help all that much!"
"Hold up," said Joey, becoming slightly agitated. He grabbed a pen off of her dashboard and wrote some directions on her map. "There," he said. "You shouldn't get lost now."
"Thanks, you saved my life," Seville said, gazing adoringly up at him, her chocolate brown eyes shining.
"Hey, no problem," said Joey, startled. He hadn't realized how beautiful she was. She appeared small since she was sitting but Joey figured that she was almost as tall as him. She had auburn hair that was more red than brown and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She had a nice figure and Joey could feel the front of his pants tightening.
"So why are you so far from where you're supposed to be?" asked Joey, breaking the awkward silence that had descended over them.
"Well my grandmother is sick so I'm taking her some. . . .ummm. . . .homemade cinnamon muffins," Seville said, getting increasingly nervous.
"Really?" asked Joey, becoming interested.
"Want one?" Seville offered, trying to divert his attention away from her, by means of a cinnamon muffin. She handed him one. Joey bit into it.
"Mmmmmmm," Joey said, closing his eyes. "This is delicious. . . .ummmm, what's your name?"
"Seville Belindaz," she said offering her hand. Joey shook it warmly.
"I'm Joey Fatone," he said. "These are delicious muffins," he said finishing it off.
"You, ummm, you. . . .have. . . .a. . . .a crumb," she said, pointing to her cheek. Joey reached up to brush it away, but he brushed the wrong cheek.
"Wrong cheek," said Seville. Joey brushed the right cheek this time, but too high.
"Too high," Seville whispered.
"Why don't you just get it for me then?" Joey asked her seductively. Seville licked her lips nervously. She glanced both ways as if she was going to cross the street, and then she cautiously stepped out of the car. She was only a few inches shorter than Joey, but she stood on her toes, so that they were eye level.
Seville leaned in so that their bodies were almost touching and slowly lifted her hand. Her fingers brushed against his face and felt a slight tremble pass through her to him. Joey grabbed her wrist and tugged her firmly against his body.
Seville's eyes were round. She had never been so attracted to anyone in her entire life. She knew that Joey wanted her and that he knew that she wanted him.
Joey looked down into Seville's upturned face. He leaned down. All of a sudden the door that Joey had come out of opened.
Seville and Joey turned and the both held the appearance of two copulating deer caught in the headlights of a passing motorist.
Seville jumped back.
"Thanks for the directions Joey!" she said, a bit too brightly for his liking. "I'm glad you liked the muffins!" She quickly hopped back into the car and sped away, leaving Joey standing in the alley in a cloud of exhaust fumes.
"Oooooooh! Joey!" teased Justin. "That chick looked like she was afraid of you!"
"Who wouldn't be," teased Chris, "look at that hair!"
"You're BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG!" Justin and Chris sang. "You're BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
"Hey shut up," said Joey defensively.
"Oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!! Big Bad Joey!" they said in high pitched girly voices, Chris really didn't have to change his voice all that much. Joey, who usually would have gone along with the good natured teasing, walked past them and back into the building
*****
Seville followed Joey's instructions and soon found her grandmother's apartment building. She knocked on the door and her grandmother let her in.
"Hey Grams!" said Seville cheerfuly. She gave her a quick hug and kiss and handed her the box of muffins. "Mom sent muffins!"
"They're probably poisioned!" the elder Seville spat.
"Grammy!" Seville wailed. Her grandmother had never liked her mother. But ever since her father had died three years before, Seville's grandmother and namesake, had harbored an abhorant dislike for her mother.
"Gram! Mom tries! She really does," Seville defended her mother.
"Hmph!" said Grandmother Seville. "By the way, what's up with you?" demanded her grandmother. "You look like you ran all the way from Westchester!"
"Well I sorta got lost," admitted Seville. "But some guy helped me."
"You talked to some residuo?" asked an astonished Grandmother Seville.
"He wasn't scum!" Seville defended Joey hotly. "His name was Joey and I gave him a cinnamon muffin."
"For the love of Christ don't go that way again!" exclaimed Grandmother Seville.
"I won't don't worry, I'm a grown woman, I can take care of myself," said Seville.
"Hmph!" said Grandmother Seville. She soon forgot her anger, though, and they sat down to chat and eat cinnamon muffins.
CHAPTER 2
The next day Seville willingly volunteered to bring blueberry muffins to her grandmother. She tried to remember where she had met Joey the day before, but all to no avail. The only remainders of Joey were the quickly scrawled directions on her map and the memory of his almost kiss.
She decided to stop at a Dunkin Donuts and get a coffee coolata. She sat in the corner and began to read her daily newspaper. On page 40 there was an interesting article that immediately caught her eye.
The picture, though it was obviously old and in black and white, was still Joey. It was a picture of him and four other guys. The article was on how this boyband, *NSYNC, was taking the nation by storm. She was shocked, to say the least. She hadn't expected Joey to be famous.
She figured that he probably got layed wherever he went, just because he was famous. She was hurt becuase she was very attracted to him, and discovering that she was only supposed to be a one night stand, only made her feel worse.
She left Dunkin Donuts and headed into Harlem. She got to her grandmother's apartment and she let her in.
"Hey Grams," she said, trying to sound cheerful,but even she couldn't do that.
"You didn't talk to that canalla again, did you?" asked Grandmother Seville.
"No," said Seville miserably.
"Look querida," said Grandmother Seville, "Don't bother yourself with him. You found a great looking chunk of ass but now it's gone. That's life." Grandmother Seville shrugged, as if she had just explained the secret of life to a complete nin-compoop.
"Grandma!" Seville gasped in shock. Her grandmother wasn't like most grandmothers, but she had never spoken to her that openly.
"It's the truth. I've been around a helluva lot longer than you. I know about life. I've been around the block a few times," Grandmother Seville smiled knowingly.
"Grandma!" Seville laughed, "That means that you are a slut!"
"Well I was married four times," said Grandmother Seville, innocently.
"Don't worry Grandma," said Seville. "I'm not upset about this Joey thing. Just a little dissapointed, is all."
"Good!" said Grandmother Seville. They sat down, just like the day before, to chat and eat muffins but Seville's thought were on the sexy stranger she had met in the alley.
*****
Joey sat sullenly in his chair.
"Ummm, Joey?" asked Lance, reluctant to intrude upon his silent solitude. He had been gloomy and depressed ever since they had returned from New York. Lance suspected that it had something to do with that girl that Chris and Justin had seen him with.
"We have a concert tonight, wanna go hackey?" asked a concerned JC.
"Yeah," said Joey. His eyes came alive and he stood up. Every night when they performed, Joey was, once again, his old self, though there was a sadness in his eyes that hadn't been there before going to New York.
Joey knew that he wasn't acting like himself. He usually went from girl to girl. Sometimes being with more than one girl at a time. But for the past two weeks he hadn't been able to put Seville from his mind.
It's just that I'm used to getting so much and this time I got so little. Joey reasoned with himself. He usually had girls and women of all ages throwing themselves at him and he was never one to turn down a good offer. But he hadn't even kissed Seville and still she enticed him like a hot, French cream puff on a snowy morning.
He figured that in time. It would pass like it always did. None of his relationships had ever been anywhere related to love. Lust, yes, but not love. He followed JC and Lance out to hackey and then to perform for people that loved him.
*****
"Seville, I think that you need a vacation," said Mrs. Belindaz. "You don't do anything but sit around and watch Jerry Springer and you don't need to watch that garbage." She picked up some of Seville's dirty laundrey off of the elegant rug in the apartment's foyer. She wouldn't tell Seville the truth, that she was trying to get rid of her. It had been several years without her husband and ahe had begun to date again. She had invited Randy, to spend the weekend, but they couldn't have a good time when Seville was there. Randy and her acted like teenagers. Randy made her feel like a teenager. Seville would only be disturbed by the thought of her mother having wild, crazy sex with a guy other than her husband.
"I've already booked you a flight," said Mrs. Belindaz. "I also took the liberty of packing your bag. You are going to Las Vegas tomorrow and that's final."
"OK," said Seville miserably. It had been a month and she hadn't done anything that summer. And her job started in a few weeks. "How long am I staying for?"
"Two weeks," said Mrs. Belindaz, primping in the foyer mirror.
"Great," said Seville, going into her bedroom. This would be fun.
*****
"Mmmmmmmm, Joey!" said a feminine voice.
"Yes. . . .ummmm. . . .Brittany?" he answered. The blonde put an angelic pout on her face.
"I'm Brieanne, she's Brittany," she said pointing to her twin sister.
"Oh," said Joey, blushing. "Sorry."
"Oooooooo Joey!" said Brittany. Or was it Brieanne? Joey really didn't give a shit who it was. He had two awesome blondes in his bed. At once. That usually didn't happen, but when it did, Joey thouroughly enjoyed himself. Even though he had two erotic goddesses in his bed, his for the taking, he couldn't stop thinking about Seville.
Brittany and Brieanne were the type og girls that guys had wet dreams about. They were both five nine, had long, wavy gold blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, perfect features, lush, full, red lips, and generous figures. They were 34DD, had tiny waists, full hips, and sinfully, long legs. Joey thought that they resembled Barbie dolls. He wondered how they kept from falling over.
But Seville. Seville with her wavy auburn hair, chocolate eyes, and slim figure, just could not compare. He looked down at Brieanne, (or was it Brittany?), and caressed her nude body with his eyes. Seville wasn't here, with him, naked in his bed. Brittany and Brieanne were.
"Hey, let's play a fun game," said Joey, smiling.
"Ooooooo, we love games!" said one of the twins.
"Go down on each other," Joey comanded. The twins willingly obliged. They made enough noises to fill a book and Joey had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. These girls. . . .no matter how many times the had sex, would never be his. They relied on the wonders of technology to keep them wonderfully young and ageless. He realized that he wanted to find his special someone, the person he could grow old with, spend the rest of his life with. And he had always had a thing for red hair.
He started when one of the twins, went down on him, taking him fully into her warm mouth, in one deep swallow. It pulled him out of his aimless day dream and forced him back into the harsh realm of reality. He forgot his useless wish and let the enticing charms of the twins bodies lure him into a helpless oblivion.
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