You Are the Cream Filling in My Twinkies

Love.

It can make you happy. It can make you sad. It can even drive you crazy.

Something to embrace. Something that feels great. Something to make you feel disgusted.

Love is something that people often feel bipolar about. Somehow you know you feel it when you are around a certain someone. The butterflies in your stomach get released from the cage in your stomach because they have been longing to get out. You soar to cloud nine when you hold that somebody’s hand…

How all this started?

It all started with a box of Twinkies.

This is a Jack Barakat fan fiction. It starts out in 2004. The more comments, the more updates.