Alright … so this story is basically starts out a little one-shot (that I may or may not continue and if it does, I don't know how long I will continue it for) about how Bill and Stan met from SCAL. If you haven't read that, then you won't know what this is about! Also, just so you know, Sookie and Bill were together for around a year before chapter one of SCAL.

This story is dedicated to the wonderful Alphasprout, who gave me the nudge I needed in order to write this.

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Enjoy!

About thirteen months before the story starts …

BPOV

"Hello there … how can I help you?" said the receptionist from the other side of the desk.

"Hi … I'd like to check in please?" I said, fumbling with the zipper on my coat. For some reason I was even more nervous than I usually am when I come to one of these such events. I know I shouldn't be, but there you have it.

I, Bill Compton, am a nervous wreck.

Perhaps I am just nervous because this is the first computer convention where I will be actually selling my computer disk. My first ever computer disk. That I have developed all by myself, without anyone helping me at all.

"Alright then" she said, walking over to the little computer that was at the other side of the desk. "What is the name?"

"Bill Compton" I said to her, giving her my best smile. I wanted to make a good impression on everyone here at the hotel, since this is where the computer convention is being held.

"Ok … so you are checking into a single room with a seaside view for two weeks?" she questioned, and I nodded, still flashing my best smile at her. Next, she gave me my room key and directions how to get to the room. She was definitely fuckhot, and she would do in a pinch, in order to satisfy all of my manly needs. I mean I was fond of women. I loved women. Never in my whole life have I ever looked at another man and found him attractive. Sure, I have looked at men and thought that they were good looking men, but I have never seen another man in a sexual way.

Ever.

Ugh. I shivered at the thought, of a man touching another man in a sexual way. That is not a particularly pleasant thought for a Sunday evening, but the more I thought of it, the more that the idea of another man touching me …. But I shoved that thought away for another time.

Right now, I was looking for a woman to fuck. And, fuck would be all that it would be, unless she was extraordinarily gifted in the bedroom department, then I would probably keep her around for the duration of my stay in Illinois, but definitely not for any longer.

"May I ask what your name is, miss?" I said, giving what I hoped was my knicker – dropping smile.

"Lizzy … maybe I will see you around" she replied, giving me a coy smirk.

"Definitely … you know the room number … I'll see you there tonight at seven" I replied, picked up my room key and walked off towards the lift, and just as soon as I reached the lift, I felt my mobile phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly took it out of my coat pocket and sighed when I saw the caller ID.

Mum.

"Hello, Mother" I said into the receiver as I answered the call, rather sharply.

"Is that any way to great your mother, Bill Compton. You will treat me with the respect that I deserve. I may be old and in another state, but that does not mean that I can't give your backside one hell of a tanning!" she reprimanded, and I immediately winced.

Nobody messed with my mother.

"So … is there any young lady that I have to meet?" she asked when I stayed silent.

"No mother, there isn't. I will tell you when I have found someone who I want to marry. I will make sure that she is classy, elegent and graceful" I replied.

"Yes well, I have seen the sort of women that you consider to be classy, elegant and graceful. Those are not words that I would use to describe any of the women that you have dated in the past." she snapped.

By this stage, the lift had opened, and I stepped into it.

"Well then what sort of words would you use to describe all of my ex – girlfriends, mother?" I cautiously asked.

"Slattern. Common. Prostitute. Concubine. Whore" she answered, and I frowned – some of the girls that I had dated in the past were proper classy.

"Mother" I said, my own voice a tone of warning.

"What have I told you about using that tone of voice with me?" she said, eerily calmly.

"I want you to find a proper little southern belle to bring home to me, and your father. To marry. You know that this will only help to further your career if you are married with a couple of children. It will look much better if she is photogenic as well. Come on William … the clock is ticking. You are almost thirty now." She informed me. As if I didn't already know that.

But, before I was able to formulate a response, the lift stopped on the floor my room was on, and as I was about to walk out of the lift, I saw one of the most sexy, attractive, fit, hot men you ever did see walk along the corridor, presumably towards his room. He was about the same height as I am, if not a little smaller and he had dark hair, much like my own except that he didn't have any sideburns like I did, although I could only see a little of his hair along the line of his forehead since he was wearing a cowboy hat, as well as a pair of black glasses with thick frames. He was also wearing a yellow and green checked shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. On his feet I could see that he was wearing a pair of cowboy boots. In his shirt pocket he had a collection of pencils and across the front of his breast pocket, I could see that he had a sticker on it, saying simply Stan Davis I presumed that was his name and that he was also heading to the convention, and when he caught my eye, he gave me a little wink before continuing on down the corridor.

I swear that I blushed.

"Are you not going to answer me, Bill?" mother said from the other end of the phone. "When you go silent like that, you are usually hiding something from me. What is it this time?" she demanded.

"Nothing, mother" I said, and then hung up. I continued out of the lift and down into my room, thinking nothing more about Stan Davis.

Well … should I continue this? Should I simply just abandon it? Review / leave a comment to let me know what you think ….