Justin sat on a futon in Irish's den as she went through a box full
of magazines and tapes of anything nsync that she collected. She
showed him old pics of himself while he made faces at the many hair
styles and looks that he went through as a teenager. Irish laughed
at how he couldn't believe he did all that.



She showed him some tapes of videos and interviews, then moved up to
some of his solo stuff. They basically stayed in room as Irish got
up and made them dinner and then they had a sweet potato pie that
Irish made a few days ago.



After the dishes and kitchen were clean she went back down the hall
to find him still planted in front of the TV watching and listening
to the headphones she lent him. Irish knew he was going to stay
there, so she brought blankets and to pillows for them to use while
on the floor.



Around three a.m., the clock rang, as Irish stirred out of her sleep
as she turned to see Justin move back and forth in his sleep.

She gently woke him up as his eyes flew wide open. He looked at her,
as saw the look of her face. He sadly shook his head and groan in
pain.

Irish stood up and helped him up and back to the comfortable bed
back in the room.



"Lay down and I will change the dressings." She said as pulled out
the first-aid kit. He nodded and lay down as her change the head
dressing and the others. "Irish, I went through it all and I can't
remember. What, if I don't ever remember?"



Irish sighed softly as she searched for the right words to say. "I
think you will remember, just take it easy and don't stress so much
or you might worry over it, making it worse."



He nodding as she finished the last one. She put him under the
covers and watched him as he quickly fell asleep, from too much
excitement and sat in the chair to watch over him, incase everything
he has tried to absorb, goes wrong.



~later that night~



Irish had awakened to her shoulder being shaken. There she saw
Justin and his hand moving her shoulder. "Yes, Justin?" "I can't
sleep right now and wanted to know if you can keep me company? The
wind and the snow are the only noises around here." Irish stood up
and stretched, while Justin watched her. "Yeah, it is too quiet. So,
what you want to do?" Justin simply looked at her and grinned.





They sat at the foot of the bed and sipped hot chocolate with
marshmallows, while they laughed at some of the information Irish
gave Justin about himself. "No way! I really had blue hair once,
when I was a kid?" He laughed. "Yes, you did." She smiled. "I think
you wanted to see how you looked with your fave color as a new hair
look." Justin cracked up hard at the idea. "Okay, what else? How
about girlfriends?" Irish sobered her laughter and sighed. "What
about them?" "Well, do I have one right now?" She shrugged. "I
honestly don't know. I knew you dated this girl, Britney and these
other girls." Irish gives him the teen magazines that show him with
girls of all shapes, sizes and ages. "But I don't know." Justin
nodded as understood that she only knew of what information she got
about from magazines, TV, and other forms of
entetainment."Irish?" "Yes?" She spoke as sat her now empty cup
down. "May I kiss you?" Irish's head jerked up.



"What? Why?" She pulled back and arched an eyebrow. "May I kiss you?
And why? Because, I don't remember what it feels like. So may I?"



"I guess you can." She said softly. "Yes or No, Irish." Justin said
as he slowly moved in closer. "Yes. Yes, Justin." She whispered as
they closed in the space and their lips touched. Justin and Irish
slowly felt their lips moved back and forth. Up and down.
Connecting, like two pieces of a puzzle. Instinct, brought Justin's
hand up on her back, pulling her into his lap and her arms linking
around his neck and her hands into his hair, touching the tiny curls
of hair that grew from the short hair he used to have.



Irish moaned and tilted her head back, exposing her neck for him. He
looked at it and dove in, giving her butterfly kisses, sending
shivers through her body. Justin moved Irish off of his lap and onto
the bed as the kissing continued.



They both took the art of kissing to a whole new level. It was if it
replaced sex, foreplay, and dating. It was enough. Irish could hear
a deep, low growl from his throat as their tongues touched. His
growls made her laugh, tickling her throat. And her laughter made
his groin ache. She oozed sexuality, just by being herself and
honest. In the short time he has been stuck in the cabin during this
blizzard, he had fallen for her. Too bad he couldn't remember who he
was or what was waiting for him back where he was from.



Irish finally was the one to pull away. "Wow." Was all she could
say. Justin say the light in her eyes, shine more and he
smiled. "So, it was good?" Irish scoffed and stared at him. "Good?
That was more than good. It was beyond words. But, if you are asking
if it you did a right. Then yes, you did it right."



"Good." He smiled as he pulled her back to him and they laid in the
bed, snuggling. "Let's go to sleep. You wore me out." He as before
they looked at each other and laughed.