Post by orinocoflow on Nov 13, 2010 19:05:52 GMT -5
“What’s that?” asked Paul, leaning forward to look at the small cookie. It had two sort of chocolate dough disks around a white paste that was probably vanilla-flavored.
The little girl next to him, about 5 years of age, looked up at him with a horrified expression. “You mean you’ve never had an Oreo?” she gasped, her eyes wide. Paul smiled sheepishly and shook his head.
The girl stood there for a moment before starting into a long, high-pitched, and indecipherable rant that Paul only caught a few phrases out of. “It’s the best in the world…amazing…you really haven’t…” wincing, Paul stood up, the high voice hurting his ears.
Looking at the clerk, who by now was smiling at the situation, he asked, “Are they actually good?”
The clerk grinned. “Yes, they are. You sound Irish—are you from there?”
“Yes, I am,” laughed Paul. “I’ve honestly never seen these before.”
The clerk nodded understandingly. “If you get a pack, I’ll give you a foreigner’s discount. Sound good?”
Paul nodded. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”
These are amazing, thought Paul as he sat in his bunk on the bus eating the Oreos he had just been introduced to. Looking down, he was surprised to see that he had eaten more than half of them without realizing it. Smiling, he closed the box, deciding that he had better share them with the rest of the lads, and put it under his bunk.
After a while spent answering tweets and just randomly browsing the internet, he looked longingly at the box just barely visible under his foot. One more can't hurt, right? he asked himself.
Just as he was reaching for more, the door opened to Damien and Ryan. When they saw the astonished look on his face that clearly said that he had not been expecting them, Ryan laughed.
“What, did we catch you doing something you’re not supposed to?” he asked, grinning. Flushing at the memory of what he was referring to, Paul leaned back in his bunk and smiled back.
“No, just…” he gestured with his arm, filling the hanging sentence while looking for a way to finish it. At the same time, he slid the box of paradise deeper under his bed, knowing that if the teenager found it, there would be none left.
“What’s that?” asked Damien, spying the box Paul was trying to hide. Wrestling it away from the tenor, he read the label with Ryan looking over his shoulder.
Popping one into his mouth, he looked thoughtfully at the ceiling before stopping and slowly lowering his gaze at Paul.
“These. Are. Heaven. Where in the world did you get these?” he exclaimed, crunching down on another one. Curious, Ryan tried one and agreed enthusiastically.
“Well, while some were busy looking for new games for their XBOX, others were figuring out how to restock the fridge. This just happened to be there as well.”
“Fridge?” asked Damien, looking at it. Handing the pack to Ryan, he bee-lined for it and whipped the door open, his eyes bulging out at the sight of the food. Forgetting the cookies, he pulled out a sandwich and soda and went up to his bunk, chewing thoughtfully.
“Thanks, Paul!” he called over his shoulder, disappearing.
Ryan shook his head with a laugh and then turned back to the tenor. “Thank you for restocking. So, what are we going to do with these?”
Paul shrugged. “I was saving them for you guys, but was afraid that Damien was going to eat all of them, so I didn’t want him getting to them before the rest of the guys.”
Ryan grinned. “Want to hide them? I have the perfect idea where…”
Paul looked at where Ryan was string and smiled, nodding.
Together, they reached for the box. By the time the rest of the guys got back, not a crumb remained to give away their existence.
THE END
The little girl next to him, about 5 years of age, looked up at him with a horrified expression. “You mean you’ve never had an Oreo?” she gasped, her eyes wide. Paul smiled sheepishly and shook his head.
The girl stood there for a moment before starting into a long, high-pitched, and indecipherable rant that Paul only caught a few phrases out of. “It’s the best in the world…amazing…you really haven’t…” wincing, Paul stood up, the high voice hurting his ears.
Looking at the clerk, who by now was smiling at the situation, he asked, “Are they actually good?”
The clerk grinned. “Yes, they are. You sound Irish—are you from there?”
“Yes, I am,” laughed Paul. “I’ve honestly never seen these before.”
The clerk nodded understandingly. “If you get a pack, I’ll give you a foreigner’s discount. Sound good?”
Paul nodded. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”
* * *
These are amazing, thought Paul as he sat in his bunk on the bus eating the Oreos he had just been introduced to. Looking down, he was surprised to see that he had eaten more than half of them without realizing it. Smiling, he closed the box, deciding that he had better share them with the rest of the lads, and put it under his bunk.
After a while spent answering tweets and just randomly browsing the internet, he looked longingly at the box just barely visible under his foot. One more can't hurt, right? he asked himself.
Just as he was reaching for more, the door opened to Damien and Ryan. When they saw the astonished look on his face that clearly said that he had not been expecting them, Ryan laughed.
“What, did we catch you doing something you’re not supposed to?” he asked, grinning. Flushing at the memory of what he was referring to, Paul leaned back in his bunk and smiled back.
“No, just…” he gestured with his arm, filling the hanging sentence while looking for a way to finish it. At the same time, he slid the box of paradise deeper under his bed, knowing that if the teenager found it, there would be none left.
“What’s that?” asked Damien, spying the box Paul was trying to hide. Wrestling it away from the tenor, he read the label with Ryan looking over his shoulder.
Popping one into his mouth, he looked thoughtfully at the ceiling before stopping and slowly lowering his gaze at Paul.
“These. Are. Heaven. Where in the world did you get these?” he exclaimed, crunching down on another one. Curious, Ryan tried one and agreed enthusiastically.
“Well, while some were busy looking for new games for their XBOX, others were figuring out how to restock the fridge. This just happened to be there as well.”
“Fridge?” asked Damien, looking at it. Handing the pack to Ryan, he bee-lined for it and whipped the door open, his eyes bulging out at the sight of the food. Forgetting the cookies, he pulled out a sandwich and soda and went up to his bunk, chewing thoughtfully.
“Thanks, Paul!” he called over his shoulder, disappearing.
Ryan shook his head with a laugh and then turned back to the tenor. “Thank you for restocking. So, what are we going to do with these?”
Paul shrugged. “I was saving them for you guys, but was afraid that Damien was going to eat all of them, so I didn’t want him getting to them before the rest of the guys.”
Ryan grinned. “Want to hide them? I have the perfect idea where…”
Paul looked at where Ryan was string and smiled, nodding.
Together, they reached for the box. By the time the rest of the guys got back, not a crumb remained to give away their existence.
THE END