SO. I am VERY new to writing fanfiction. Took almost an hour to publish just this first chapter! anyway, someone recommended that I find a beta reader? Not exactly sure how that works, so any tips would be QUITE welcome! This story was inspired by watching new girl, the tv series.. but for legal purposes: I own nothing.
the new girl
"So why did you leave your last place of residence?" Sookie sat up a bit straighter in her seat, uncomfortable to say the least.
"I'm not really comfortable discussing it, at this time." Simaltaneously, all three of the gorgeous men sitting in front of her crossed their arms. Claude, the breathtaking man with silky black hair practically scowled at this response.
"Not comfortable, as in, you murdered your previous roommates and are still using their credit cards?" Sookie sighed. Here she thought Claudine (Claude's equally good looking sister) was her fairy godmother for suggesting renting out a room from her older brother. They might look the same, but Claudine definitely was the more charming of the two professional models.
"Bill. EX boyfriend." She paused, almost hoping that would be a good enough explanation for the interview. It wasn't the case. Sookie took a deep breath before continuing. "We'd been together about six years, living in the same house for five of those years. Anyway, last week, I decided to try my hand at seduction." Sookie pushed her thick framed glasses up the bridge of her nose, hopefully emphasizing seduction was a bit out of her element. She stole a glance at the trio of pure sex, she definitely had their attention. Sookie smirked as she realized it must have been the word "seduction" that had them hanging on her every word.
"He thought I was out with the girls, so I was going to surprise him. I didn't call first. I just bought a short trench coat, took off all my clothes, had an awkward cab ride trying to keep decent in just a coat, and rang the door bell. Bill was still in his boxers, so I just figured I had woke him up. Walked past him into the living room, pretending I was someone else, someone MUCH sexier, of course. Right as I let the coat drop to the floor, another woman walked out of our bedroom." Sookie Blushed and blinked back her tears at the same time. "So I've been living on Claudine's couch, then she recommended you guys, and here I am. No murders, unfortunately." She snuck a finger underneath her right lense to brush away a tear.
"Well don't cry." Claude still seemed as cold as ever, but her tears were starting to shake his resolve. "Alcide here knows your pain, he got dumped, too." The man sitting next to Claude shot up in his seat.
"I didn't get dumped..!" He shot a look at Sookie, she smiled slightly, hoping to comfort the man. He too had black hair, but sexy green eyes instead of Claude's chocolatey brown. He was fit but Sookie wasn't sure he was a model. His hands were rough like he actually worked for a living. "I didn't get dumped. Besides, it was about six months ago." Sookie nodded.
"I'm sorry, Sookie? Is it? We need to talk this over. Excuse us." It was the first time the blonde man spoke. He stood and the other two men followed him down the hall. It was possible HE was a model. He was the tallest of the three, incredibly sexy, and had the most beautiful blue eyes Sookie had ever seen. For a minute she thought he could be Claude's model boyfriend. Models date models right? The only reason she figured they weren't together was because another man sat between them on the couch.
Sookie stood up to take in the apartment. The building was once a factory and had a great portion of it renovated into large apartments. She loved it. It was very modern/contemporary. Lots of light. The living room was enormous with an open floor plan, but the men of this apartment had added a lot of structure with clever use of a sectional and bookcases. The kitchen had the best name brands of stainless steel appliances and beautiful tall wooden cabinets. Brick walls, but the place still felt very warm. She knew she'd feel heartbroken all over again if they decided she couldn't live there, and unfortunately, the odds were stacked up against her.
Why on earth would three gorgeous men want a girl like her to live with them? She definitely didn't look like the kind of girl they'd ever want to be seen around. Sookie caught her reflection in a mirror and suddenly wished she had dressed a bit nicer for this. Surrounded by models and here she was dressed in very worn out jeans, a pair of red converse sneakers, and a black t shirt that read "The Beets: Killer Tofu Tour '96". She pushed her thick black glasses back and tucked her wavy blonde hair back behind her ears. Yep. Had she known she'd be in the presence of such hotties she'd have definitely brought her A-game. She probably would have had better luck finding a roommate on Craig's list. Feeling hopeless, Sookie creeped silently down the hall to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Well, Claudine vouches for her."
"I say no."
"Woah, woah. Let's think about this! Having a girl around the place might not be so bad. I mean, they smell nice. They're usually pretty clean. They fold things really cute.."
"What do we know about her? Nerdy blonde girl, dresses like she's twelve. How old is she, and just what does she do for a living? Can she even pay rent?"
"You won't know if you don't ask her, Eric." Before Sookie could react, or run back into the living room, the door swung open and Sookie's nose was practically touching the chest of the tall blonde's black t shirt. Her eyes drifted up his chest past his neck and chiseled jaw and into his startled blue eyes.
"Look, I know ya'll don't know me very well." She took a step back to give the sexy giant a bit of breathing room and also to address the other two tennants standing behind "eric" in the bathroom. "I'm a teacher, so i'll probably be bringing home a bunch of popsicle sticks, things like that. I am a very neat person, I love to cook, I won't be too noisy or anything because I'll most likely be reading. I'm pretty competitive, so don't challenge me to a game of Scrabble or Boggle!" They didn't seem amused. "But seriously. I'm really laid back, not a big complainer, and best of all, look at me. I'm just a polite, average girl, so when you guys feel like bringing home a hot date, I can be charming and in NO way intimidating!"
The blonde man seemed to relax a little, even smirked a bit. Claude still seemed bored. The other man with touseled black hair scratched the top of his head and stepped around the tall blonde blocking the doorway.
"Executive decision, you're in! I'm Alcide Herveaux." He extended his manly hand towards Sookie and she shook it as firmly as she could, causing the man to chuckle. "Well, you sort of know Claude already." Claude nodded. "This guy's Eric Northman. We've all known each other since college." Sookie smiled sweetly. Finally. She was starting fresh. New home, new roommates, new life.
Alcide's POV
"GOODMORNING!" Alcide practically jogged out of the hallway into the kitchen. The most amazing smells had been wafting to his room since he woke up.
"Mornin' Sookie, woah, what's all this?" The kitchen island was covered with a feast of breakfast foods. "It all smells amazing!" Alcide dropped his workboots on the ground and began buttoning up his shirt.
"Thanks, I got a text from Claudine saying it's Claude's birthday! Plus I noticed you both left super early for work Yesterday, so I figured you could both enjoy a hearty breakfast, r-right?" Alcide stopped buttoning to see why Sookie was studdering. She was biting her bottom lip and staring at his exposed chest. Alcide grinned, holding his chin higher as he buttoned slowly for her benefit. Blushing, she turned her attention to the kitchen cabinets. "Let me just get you a plate..."
Sookie handed Alcide a plate and turned back to her current task at hand. Alcide wasted no time in piling up large portions of eggs, hashbrowns, and sausage links onto his plate. He groaned in pleasure with the first bite.
"Best decision ever, ya know, letting you live here?" Sookie smiled warmly and he swallowed his next bite audibly. She poured him a fresh cup of coffee and Alcide pondered how easily he could fall in love with a woman like this. That morning she was still wearing her pajamas while making breakfast. Red and white flannel pj bottoms, and a small pink tanktop with a picture of a woman from the 50's holding a spatula; it read "I should be in the kitchen!". He smiled, not only because Sookie had a great sense of humor but because her breasts looked phenomenal in that top. She was very cute, thick black framed glasses and a messy blonde ponytail from her sleep.
Alcide sipped his coffee, observing his new roommate. The kitchen was still so new to her, but she wasn't half as clumsy as he figured she would be (based on her appearance). She expertly went from cabinet to drawer retrieving appropriate utensils and even hidden oven mitts! If she would reach for something, her leg would extend out gracefully, like a dancer. Watching her cook was practically breathtaking. That was something she definitely had over Debbie, his ex. Debbie wouldn't be caught dead in a kitchen.
"Alcide, can I ask you something?" He nodded his response (mouth full). "What do you do for a living? You're surely not a model with workboots like that, unless you're playing the Brawny man or something?"
"HA!" Alcide dropped his fork and laughed mostly to himself. "No no, Claude's the model around here. I run a surveying company with my old man. It's not very glamorous, I know."
"No, it's great! I love a man who works with his hands." He looked up from his almost empty plate and met her shimmering blue eyes. She blushed furiously, realizing what she had just said and turned quickly to the oven. One oven-mitt clad hand pulled out a tray of biscuits and the other grabbed a small ceramic bowl of sorts. She seemed so happy and at home Alcide thought she'd be better suited to being a chef.
"Whatcha got there?"
"Biscuits! Heads up!" He barely had time to react as Sookie tossed him a hot biscuit across the kitchen island. He caught it by reflex and juggled it about in his hands, not expecting it to be so warm. Sookie giggled and began to stir some pretty pink concoction in a new bowl.
"Thanks, but I meant the other thing." She dipped a finger in the pink stuff, licking it slowly and analyzing the taste. Alcide shifted in his seat. Was it warm in here? Must be the heat from the oven...
"It's a mini-cake for Claude's Birthday! I figured a "model" would be insulted with a FULL sized chocolate cake! Then again, I don't really know Claude at all, or 'any' of you for that matter (she mumbled)."
"He'll appreciate it, but he'll probably forget to thank you. When you're that goodlooking it's easy to forget your manners." Sookie nodded in agreement and Alcide took his dirty dishes to the sink beside her. He washed not only his utensils but began washing Sookie's used pans as well.
"Hey hey, I can get that! It was my mess after all."
"Least I could do, 'cher." Alcide winked and Sookie blushed. This girl was too easy to tease.
"What about Eric? What does he do for a living?" Alcide almost winced at the mention of his name. Was he jealous she was asking about him? Impossible. He wasn't even interested in Sookie, or was he?
"Eric. He's a club owner. Don't fall victim to his charms now cher, Northman's got a reputation for being a lady killer. Never seen him with the same girl twice if you know what I mean." Sookie nodded. "It takes a while to get used to him, he can be a dick, that might just be because he's from Sweden. Anyway, as long as you always take your clothes out the dryer when they're done, and don't use his stuff without asking ya'll should get along just fine. Deep down he's a nice enough guy."
"Clothes out the dryer, good to know." Sookie finished icing the small cake and swirled her finger around the bowl collecting a mass of pink around her index finger. Right as she was about to lick the icing off, Alcide grabbed hold of her wrist. He brought her hand up to his chin and placed the single finger into his mouth, slowly sucking the icing away and gently caressing Sookie's finger with his warm tongue.
"Mmm, perfect dessert to a perfect meal." He held Sookie's hand captive in front of his face and she stared at him wide eyed and slack jawed. When Alcide snickered, it shocked Sookie enough to pull her hand free.
"I- I had better deliver this cake to Claude then!" Alcide was still smiling in smug satisfaction from seeing her deep blush (and hardened nipples poking through her small tank top). He checked his watch and practically ran to put on his boots. "Thanks again for helping with the dishes! Have fun at work Alcide!"
"Thanks for breakfast, Sook!" Alcide took off without locking the front door.