Turning a square

A/N: Hey I took long break from writing and now I'm back. And I will most definitely finish this story, whether it gets read or not. It's somewhat autobiographical and also complete therapy. This chapter is short because I'm getting my feet wet and it seems like a good place to stop.

Turning a square ch.1

I was just 19 years old when I moved from Bon Temps, Louisiana to Brooklyn, New york. After my gran died of a heartattack I felt like I needed a drastic change, I was tired of all the pittiful looks I was getting from the townspeople because she was pretty much all I had. I wasn't an only child but my older brother Jason was the ultimate bible thumper. It was like after my parents died in a flash flood he and Gran got more into Jesus and because I'm a good southern girl at heart I'm ashamed to say that I became less. I had no plans and I thought after a lifetime of being cautious that I owed to myself to take more chances. I laugh at that now because imagine thinking that at only 19 with your whole life ahead of you. I decided to move during the summer so I wouldn't get caught in those nasty New York winters I had heard about. I took a bus there to save money, I had some of Grans life insurance, some money from a furious Jason and money I'd saved waitressing. Once I got off the bus and took a cab to the building, I was so happy that I had reached my destination, I struggled getting my bags in and looked around. It was a tiny studio but in my quest to see New York as a positive experience I thought it looked charming and I was just so grateful to have a place to stay that was my own. I spent the day cleaning, unpacking and I even bought an air mattress. I remember I was unpacking my bags, thinking about my Gran and brother when there was a knock on the door. Who would be knocking at this time a night?
"Hey what's up? I'm Felicia I live upstairs." She said this with a ting of attitude,something I would get use to in New York.
"Hi Felicia nice to meet you, I'm Sookie Stackhouse." I held out my hand and she reluctantly shook it. It was strange that she knocked on my door and now she looked as if I was inconveniencing her.
"Where's your accent from?" She asked looking me up and down. Maybe she was noticing our differences, I thought. I was blonde haired, blue eyed, curvy, tan. Felicia was caramel colored with black braids. She was a few inches taller than me and did I mention the attitude, it was subtle but still there.
I just smilled at her. "I'm from a down south, Louisiana." "Oh that's cool I'm actually from a small town in Florida." She smiled back and it would be the only genuine reaction I ever got from her.
"Hey listen, besides coming over to welcome you to the building, I was wondering if you had any baby wipes?" Oh she wanted a favor, I thought. It was something small to me though.
"Yeah sure do, I'll go get them." "Thanks." She called after me.
I went to the bathroom to get the wipes and then I went back to the front door, I didn't invite Felicia in, which I usually would have but she did rub me the wrong way and being in a new place I felt like I had to use whatever instincts I had.
"Here you go." I handed them to her and said it was nice meeting her but I still unpacking and very tired.
"Yo felicia, Where you at?" I heard a deep voice say.
"I'm talking to your new neighbor." She said with a sarcastically sweet voice as I heard heavy footsteps coming closer.
"Your new?" He said to me with no emotion. I relayed the story I told Felicia. Gran died, needed a change, etc. He was smiling looking me up and down like Felicia did only I had a feeling he was more appeciative of what he saw then she was. He himself was somthing to look at, he must've been 6'4 we had the same shade of blonde hair but his eyes were a darker blue. He was wearing cargo shorts and a white wifebeater. His smile was beautiful when it appeared it was almost like I didn't even see Felicia after a while and when she noticed that, I saw that was a problem but she quickly schooled her features. "You seem like you wanna have fun do you smoke?"
Felicia asked inserting herself in the conversation again. "Smoke what?" I asked. The man smiled and Felicia laughed. "Yo you're funny, thanks for the babywipes too." She laughed all the way upstairs. "Smoke what?" I repeated. "Smoke weed." The man said. "Oh, um I've smoked like once or twice." For some reason I felt embarrassed about my limited experiences.
"You liked it?"Something in the way he looked at me this time was both predatory and sexy. I felt my cheeks flush because apparently thinking someone was sexy was too much for me at the time.
"Yeah I liked it to chill out but I haven't smoked much." He nodded his head.
"Well if you want to smoke, I'm in the apartment above yours. I think Felicia likes you." I nodded and smiled as he walked away.
"Hey!" I called after him.
He turned around smiling again. "I'm Sookie by the way..What's your name?" He smiled harder like there was some private joke going on.
"Oh me, I'm Eric." With that he walked back upstairs and while I was busy all day with moving, I found that as I was trying to sleep my thoughts kept going back to the strange couple upstairs or more honestly my thoughts were with the dangerous guy with the beautiful smile.

A/N: This chapter is short because I'm getting my feet wet after not writing for a while and it seems like a good place to stop. Thank you If you're reading this.