I haven't written fan fiction in forever, school, work, family. BUT I CAN'T RESIST THIS ANYMORE AUGH. The more I watch this episode the worse the need gets. Let's assume that Love Handel has started a comeback tour and such. Here we go gaiz. SLASH SLASH SLASH

Sherman sighed as he sat down in the recliner in the hotel room, a comeback album and now on tour again, life was getting quite hectic. Danny was in the lobby with Bobbi giving interviews, Sherman just needed a little time to himself for a bit, either way it didn't matter. Even in the old days Danny spoke and Bobbi looked pretty, it wasn't unusual for the drummer to sneak off to be by himself, the manager thought he did it on purpose to be "mysterious". Everyone else knew the drummer just didn't want that attention 24/7. He groaned as he got up,

"Another sign I'm gettin' old, man." He rummaged through one of his bags and pulled out a book, and sat back down to read. It wasn't 10 minutes before Bobbi crashed through his door, high of his ego being stroked by the media.

"There you are! I do wish you'd speak more Swampy, we're a bit too old to be doing the "man of mystery" thing." Teased Bobbi, his eyes resting on the startled drummer.

"How did you get in?"

"I mean, they weren't even that bad this time, I expect they'll get worse as we get more famous."

"How did you get in?"

"In the mean time I was thinking we should get a new look, the old one simply will not do."

"Yeah, I agree, but can I add something?"

"Yes, Mr. Librarian?"

"How. Did. You. Get. In. My. Room." Bobbi gave him a bored look,

"Oh calm down, I got a spare key from the desk, what's got you grumpy?" Swampy sighed and went back to his book.

"I'm not grumpy, man, just a tired." Bobbi just gave a scoff and sat down the bed, this time he surveyed Swampy as he read, people always thought that he had changed the most from the good old days. This wasn't true, he had changed the most physically sure but personality wise he was always like this, quiet, reserved and loved food. Now he just didn't have the metabolism for it.

Bobbi's eyes rested on the earring he still wore, in his left ear no less, how daring it was years ago to do such a thing, and how ironic that only he and Danny wore them, Bobbi figured his ears were beautiful enough without them.

"You brought books to go on tour with? That's not very rock star like." The drummer rolled his eyes, Bobbi needed attention.

"Well, needed something to do during the down time, man." Bobbi pretended to examine his nails again.

"You could do what Danny does." At this Sherman laughed,

"With all those girls? Nah, I'll pass." Bobbi couldn't help himself, he started, maybe there was still hope. Just a bit more bait.

"You are so B to O R ING, you know that?" Swampy finally put down his book and raised an eyebrow,

"If I remember correctly, 15 years ago, in Pasadena I think it was, you told me you liked my "boring personality." Now he was playing his own game, "In fact, I believe you told me this right before we slept together." Bobbi was fire truck red he was blushing so hard, he turned his body away from Sherman in a false huff.

"Well, I never!" Sherman chuckled and picked up his book again.

"Sure dude sure." Bobbi turned his head back in shock, this was not how the game was supposed to end, it was supposed to end with them racing to get their clothes off, and yet there they were both fully clothed. Perhaps Sherman had forgotten how to play and was just teasing him for the fun of it, not the prize.

"Well, I never was one for being subtle." Bobbie stood up, crossed the room and flopped across Sherman in the chair.

"OOMF! Hey man, what're you doin' ?" Sherman was the face of surprise and slight anger, he glared at the Bass player sprawled across his lap.

"Being direct since you're obviously not going to get this on your own." With that Bobbi pulled Sherman's face toward him and gave a soul crushing kiss. Sherman moaned and kissed back with just as much fervor, the book fell to the floor. Both were surprised at the familiarity of it all, they seemed to taste and feel the same. Suddenly Sherman stood up letting Bobbi fall to the floor. He gathered up his book and ran behind the chair, using it as a shield.

"Oh no, we can't now Bobbi, okay?" Bobbi glared at him from the floor.

"And why on Earth can't we, we were having fun! Just like old times!" Sherman blushed,

"Just, not now okay Bobbi? Later…" he trailed off, Bobbi's hair stood on end, he started to assume the worst.

"Oh god, you've got a wife somewhere with kids don't you! You look like the type, oh goodness I'm so sorry!" He flailed his arms wildly horrified at the idea he helped his friend cheat.

"No, that's not it, please calm down man." Said the drummer, looking down at his feet.

"Then what is it, do you not find me attractive anymore? That's it isn't it? I'm hideous!" At this Bobbi was wailing, Sherman, afraid someone would hear tried to shush him,

"Shhh! That's not it either, I-" he was cut off, Bobbi was in his face now, suddenly angry.

"Then what is it hmm? Why can't we have our fun?!" He stomped his foot like a girl.

"Look, it's me alright? I mean, look at me, I'm gray and big and stuff, while you're….you. Just give me sometime to lose the weight and then it'll be fine." Bobbi stared blankly for a little while, here he was thinking he was the only member of the band that gave any thought to how he looked yet here was Swampy thinking he wasn't good enough. It warmed Bobbi's bedazzled heart, he decided it was time to share his on secret.

"Listen," He started, "We're older we've all changed, I don't care what you look like, in fact, why do you think I wear these glasses?"

"Because, like me, one day you realized while trying to read something everything had gone blurry?" Bobbi gave him a dry look. "And because…they're…stylish?"

"Well, yes," Bobbi said with a roll of his eyes, "but also, this!" with that he ripped of his glasses revealing the green eyes underneath. There was silence and then,

"Well, what am I looking for?" Bobbi gasped dramatically,

"Don't you see? My crow's feet! I've done everything to get rid of them yet they still stay!" Sherman readjusted his own glasses; sure enough there were small lines around the bass player's eyes.

"Well, would you look at that, you of all people?" Bobbi huffed but didn't move to put his glasses back on as he sat back down on the bed.

"My point is, can we please go back to what we were doing? I don't care what you look like, I just mpph" Sherman was now on top of him kissing like they were teenagers again, he came up for air.

"Less talking, and less clothes, Christ aren't you hot?" Bobbi teased back,

"At the moment only under the collar!" They both laughed and went back to business.

Danny was worried, Bobbi wasn't in his room and they had to practice soon, maybe Swampy would know where he wandered off to. With the spare key he picked up from the front desk, he opened the door.

"Yo, Swampy have you seeaauaaaaaaagggg!" Swampy flew awake, still mostly asleep.

"Hnmf! Whas goin' onn?" Bobbi also started to stir, with a yawn he asked,

"Issit time to do…stuff?" Danny covered his eyes,

"Guys, why are we doing this again, put a tie up or something; I got enough of this scare years ago. Shower, get dressed, we have practice, let's go." He closed the door again, finally opening his eyes again. He smiled to himself, just like old times.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME FFFF- Either way, It's written and I'm kinda proud of it, I personally find my hotel hilarious. There was a joke about the hotel giving keys to everyone but I got rid of it because I didn't think it was as funny as I thought it was. I wash my hands of this madness. Oh who am I kidding, I'll probably write another one if the need gets too severe.