AN: So here's another story. I just had to write this one, because it has been stuck in my head for a while.
I hope you'll enjoy it. All mistakes are mine. Please don't hit me or chase me with an angry mob full of people carrying torches.

Chapter 1.

With my Chanel sunglasses perched on my nose and a glass of iced tea in my hand I was sitting at a café, enjoying the rays of the sun and ignoring the few papparazzi shooting away. As for someone who worships the sun like I do LA is just the perfect city to live. The beach was a place where you would spot me very often. Hell, I would be there right now if I hadn't planned to meet up with my boyfriend, Bill.

We have been together for a couple of months now and things were going fine. Bill's always very charming and polite and he never failed to make me feel like the lady I am. The perfect boyfriend. Well, he would be, if he wasn't an half hour late and probably still drunk from last night. I let out a frustrated groan and grabbed my blackberry, no texts or missing calls.

Even though we were doing fine, lately it had been going downhill. Bill was living to party. Almost every night he would have some party to attend, got wasted and somehow managed to get home and sleep it all off. Only to repeat it the next day. Which meant that when we would be together he would be already drunk or very crabby. We were fine when he was sober and not hungover, but if he wasn't we would be fighting over stupid things. My best friend, Amelia, keeps telling me to break up with him. She hates him. Sometimes it pops up in my mind, breaking up, but I always push those thoughts away. I guess I'm just hoping the old Bill would return and that he would sweep me off my feet. I kept telling myself that this is just a fase and everything will go back to normal again.

At least as normal as it can be. How normal can your life actually be when you're in a realityshow on tv? I can know. Being the smalltown girl from Bon Temps the thought of being on tv never crossed my mind or even appealed to me. That was until I met Bill. A charming young man, also from Louisiana. He had dark brown hair and eyes, and he was very handsome. His rugged features made him look older, as well as the words he used and his manners.

Bill was the reason that sometimes there would be a whole crew in my appartment, filming me while I was cleaning up my closet or doing laundry. When we started dating he already was on the show. I was just an extra at that time, of some sorts. Our date and how we met wasn´t scripted, so it was all real. We ran into eachother while I was visiting Gran in Bon Temps. Our first date was normal, there just were cameras filming us, and there was a mic taped to my bra. First dates are awkward and nerve wrecking. First dates that will be edited and watched by hundreds of people are awkward and nerve wrecking times a thousand. I was so nervous that I spilled water over him, and I kept stuttering. Bill was very understanding and helped me through it all. We went out more and more and after a while the cameras weren´t bothering me that much anymore. People even began to recognize me, which was so weird. Eventually, the producers wanted me to be on the show too, and get more airtime and all that. At first, I wasn´t so thrilled about the idea of having almost no privacy. But Bill talked me into it, that it would be easier for us to be together if I would be on the show too. So I signed a contract.

It has been three months now since the signing of the contract and things were good. People recognized me a lot, and according to the producer Sophie-Anne they also loved me. I was the fresh face of the show, the innocent one. More importantly, they liked Bill and me as a couple. Sophie-Anne said my southern charms were endearing, and my life was easy to relate too. Something like that at least. As for my relationship; we are the perfect couple. The producer knows about Bill and his partying and also that we have been fighting more and more lately, but everything's edited so it looks like everything is all rainbows and sunshine.

My phone buzzed. It wasn't Bill, like I had hoped, but Amelia.

How is ur date? Is he drunk yet? X

I didn't answer it. I didn't want to give Amelia any more fuel for her fire and let her drone 'why you should break-up with this guy'-speech. This was something I could figure out on my own. Probably.

Amelia is also on the show. We moved here together and share the amazing appartment the show has given us, together with our cat Zazzers. Amelia was very excited about being on the show, even more so than me. Amelia always was into the whole glamour lifestyle. She grew up with plenty of money to spend, because her father had this big company. I was afraid that fame would change her, but thank God it didn't. Amelia stayed that bubbly and energetic girl with the short pixie haircut. Besides Amelia and me, you also have Tara. Tara was on the show already and we clicked immediately. Tara is very upfront and honest, just like Amelia. When you're known with the Hollywood-way, you'll appreaciate honesty a whole lot more. The amount of people that try to use you and lie to you just to get photographed or filmed is shocking. Luckily, Tara helped me adapt and made me see that there just were people who are plain evil. Welcome to the real world, is what she had said to me the first time we met. Basicly, in the 'real world' people give eachother airkisses and suck up for more attention. Also people don't eat and pets have the same use as handbags; to show off. Tara's cousin Lafayette was also a friend. He's very gay, but very sassy, and he is a miracle worker when it comes to hair and make-up. He has saved me quite some trips to the salon.

There also is another girl, Pam, but we've never really talked. Mainly because we just don't shoot many scenes together and she can be very bitchy. She scares me a little. And if we do have a scene together, there is one particular person with her. And that someone is the biggest pain in the ass in the world. His name is Eric Northman, or as I like to call him manwhore deluxe. He is friends with Bill, even though I don't see it, so we need to film scenes together. Always a pleasure. Not. Not only did he have an annoying attitude, he also was arrogant and smug. Did I mention he was annoying and a manwhore? We always meet in clubs, because that is where he basicly lives, and there's always booze and there are always women. Everywhere he goes, they follow.

He's tall, blond and very toned. Every girl he looks at turns into a puddle and he abuses that power way too much. Every time the three or four of us go out Eric ends up missing, and when the episode airs you'll know where he was. Always in a corner, always hitting on girls, always having a person to share a bed with. Or a car. Or a toilet. He would have sex anywhere. He drinks and parties just like Bill, but I don't know if he's worse. Whenever we're in a club, he walks around flashing his shiny white teeth and act all perfect, but I know what he's like and what kind of girls he has sex with. The most common sort is the twig with a bad boobjob, dead hair and a layer of paint on her face, dressed in something that barely passes for clothing. I've never seen him with a girl that carries some dignity. The guy is pathetic, and the worst thing is he's not even bothered by it. The people writing the little scripts we have always have to make sure we talk nice to eachother, because otherwise we wouldn't talk at all. And that isn't what the people want to see, so we just have to go along with it. Eric always makes my blood boil, and the jerk likes doing it. Everybody keeps saying that we have chemistry. I don't buy that. Yes, he's attractive. I'm a woman and I'm not made of stone, but no, he's a stupidhead.

Being forced to spend time with people you don't like is a downside, but there are some good sides too. Like the appartment with high-tech everything and a jaccuzzi. Or the free designer clothes and the invites to A-list parties. I shouldn't complain and I don't, at least not more than the usual person. After all, this is my job. I also do some writing for a cooking magazine. Cooking is my passion and hobby, but because of the show I don't have that much time left to cook like I used to. At least LA has some amazing restaurants, so at least I'll eat good food. No Burger King for Sookie.

After 5 more minutes of wasting my time waiting for someone that wouldn't show up anyway I grabbed my oversized leather bag and took off. I texted Amelia that I would be going home and wallow in selfpity with some icecream. She responded quickly. Amelia and I were speed-texters, I could even text blind. I had an old cellphone, but the show gave us both blackberrys, and after a while you just get the hang of it. Now it rarely leaves my palm.

Srry Sook. Crew is here. Take bill with u. X

God, just what I needed. I just braced myself and hoped we would be done soon, so I could watch some tv in peace. Also, I hope wouldn't be such a big deal if Bill wasn't there. I texted her that I had left and updated her on the Bill-situation.

Bill didnt show up. Omw.x

Knew it. Hurry. Eric is annoyed. He says ur late.

Eric's in our house? It just keeps getting better and better.

After 10 minutes I finally drove up my driveway and parked the car. The minivan of the cameracrew was parked next to Amelia's black range rover, and if Eric was here; why was his red corvette missing? I ran to the stairs and made my way up. My arms were full, since I carried a bag, books and some catfood for our cat. I still had everything safe in my arms when I reached my door, now I just needed to get the keys out of my bag. But someone had already opened the door, and was standing in the doorway eyeing me. It was Eric, looking very annoyed and angry with his jaw clenched tight and his eyes were almost shooting lazer.

"You're late. And where the fuck is Bill?" Eric sneered. I shrugged and walked passed him to the kitchen. Eric acting like a whiny baby wasn't really what I wanted right now. I just got stood up by my boyfriend, was what I wanted to scream in his face, but I decided to let it go. He would probably think it's funny and tell the press all about it.

I could hear him follow me, but I chose to ignore his presence for now. When we would be filming whatever plan they had I would be nice to him. But not now, not when it wasn't for work.

Amelia was sitting in the kitchen, reading a magazine and drinking a bottle of water. She smiled and greeted me with enthusiasm, at least someone was happy to see me. I put away the catfood and threw my keys on the table, together with the books I was holding. I think I had all my training today, walking up those stairs and carrying that weight. Plus, I was fine with my figure. Who wants to be a stick? I like food, and I like eating it and actually digest it. Not throwing it up. Amelia took a swig from her water.

"Bill isn't here yet. Sophie-Anne keeps calling him but he doesn't pick up. He isn't home... they've checked." Amelia said plainly while flipping to the next page, like she was talking about the fact that it was raining. I couldn't help but feel concerned, what if he was driving under influence again and something happened. Bill did that a lot, driving under influence. I always told him not too, but he ignored me. When he was drunk he never listened to anyone. Some reality tv show. What's really happening is ignored, instead of finding Bill, we are now going to film a casual conversation. Being held with someone that I didn't even like.

"So what's planned?" I faked a smile. Better start warming up my smile musles, because I think that they will be working overtime.

"Nothing for me. I'll be off in like 10 minutes. Meeting Tray again at Apples. But they want you, Bill and Eric do some casual conversation, just to cover up something Pam did and explaining that to the audience." She flipped a page again.

I let it all soak in for a moment. Some casual conversation would be easy. Those shots don't take that long, and I think everyone on the crew including Sophie-Anne would enjoy going home early. Now they just needed Bill to arrive.

An hour passed. Amelia had left for her date with her fuckbuddy (because that's how she described their relationship), and I was here sitting in the kitchen reading the magazine that Amelia had left. It was mostly pictures of purses and shoes. The crew was sitting on the terrace, watching the sunset or something, talking and laughing loud. At least they weren't that annoyed about Bill (who by the way still hadn't called or texted and still didn't pick up his phone). When Amelia had left I wondered how the hell I would handle Eric's asshole attitude by myself, but he had disappeared. The last time I saw him was when he followed me to the kitchen, when I just got home. But also then he hadn't said anything and left me and Amelia. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of stilettos clicking on the wooden floor, and it sounded like they would carry their owner to me. It was Sophie-Anne, and she didn't look very happy. Mentally I prepared myself for the worst. One time I saw her yelling at a girl and it was total bitch-crazy. Sophie-Anne was just as red as her hair and the girl was in tears. Don't let the pantsuit fool you.

Please don't go all batshit-crazy on me. Please don't. Was repeated in my head.

"Seems like you and Eric have to do this scene alone. Follow me."

At least she didn't yell at me, was the first thought that crossed my mind. Then it hit me, Eric and I were doing this alone. I can't do that. He's an asshole. But even though I wanted to run and hide I still followed Sophie-Anne, being on a tv show meant that every once in a while you just had to suck it up and do your job. Eric was already sitting outside on one of the outdoor couches at the firepit. A small fire was crackling and the light made Eric look even more handsome than he already was.

Wait. Why did I even think that. He's a stupidhead..

I sat myself down on the far end of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible. The director, Sam, coughed and motioned for me to scoot over. So I did. Not close enough, Sam coughed again. And I scooted over again. He gave me a thumb up, I rolled my eyes dramaticly.

"Am I that repulsive?" Eric whispered, leaning in just a little bit. If he was thinking he could charm me so easily he was so wrong.

"Yes." I spat back, also whispering. Eric grinned smugle. Was he onto me or something? Why did we even whisper? Why does he smell so good? No, don't think that about Eric. Stupidhead. But his laugh. No. He's the devil.

For the whole shooting, which consisted of half an hour repeating everything and Sam forcing us to talk more and act more friendly, I kept repeating to myself how stupid Eric was. Hating Eric from a distance was easy, but being so close to him made it so damn hard. How his blond hair was styled perfectly messy and how his v-neck fitted him. His stubble that somehow was begging to be touched. And how I nearly forgot to breathe when his blue eyes connected with my gaze. I don't think I ever had that intense eyecontact before.

He was obviously enjoying how flustered I became and that he even managed to make me blush. Yes, he was very charming and acted all gentleman-like, but I knew he was faking it. This was tv, this was fake. Eric is doing this so the people will love him and he gets more airtime. But even though I forced myself to think that way, I couldn't help but feel a little touched. And turned on.

When Sam ended the shooting, and the crew started gathering their stuff I wanted to get the hell out off dodge and headed for the kitchen. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and dinner sounded very appealing. Getting away from Eric was also one of the perks. As I grabbed some chicken from the fridge, along with some already cut vegetables I noticed I wasn't alone anymore.

Eric was leaning against the doorframe, just looking at me with this look in his eyes that could boil water. I kept asking myself if I had turned up the heating. The friend of your boyfriend shouldn't make you feel this way. His staring made me feel a bit uncomfortable, because I knew he watched my every move, and I cursed myself when I felt my head warm up again. Damn it, blushing again.
Slowly he walked over to the kitchen island and wiped away some invisible crumbs. You could cut the tension with a knife. But it was a different kind of tension, a tension that made my heartbeat pick up and my knees weak. It looked like Eric knew it too, since his hand kept going through his hair, messing it up.
The silence was broken by Eric, who spoke with an unusually husky voice. Like he was nervous.

"I didn't know you could cook."