Discalimer: I don't own anything in this story accept for the characters you are not familiar with. Everything else was from the brilliant mind of Miss. Charlaine Harris. Check out her website for more info. Other than that enjoy the story. This is just a starter chapter the others will be longer, tell me what you think.

Update: I went back and fixed a lot of the errors I made almost a year ago when I had some free time…sorry about that! :-D Enjoy old readers and new comers.

This takes place six months after "All together dead" so some of the characters you may not see or will come later in the story

"Did he want his steak medium or well done?" I asked myself as I went to the kitchen. I was holding my temple with my right hand and squeezing my eyes shit.

You just had to not write anything down. Always trying to show off.

I saw a video on youtube last night that showed that patrons are more impressed if you don't write anything down.

"Who do you got?" a meek voice asked behind me. I whipped around admitting defeat in trying to remember the order. She was by far the nicest girl I had ever met and, if you knew my life, that wasn't really saying much. I had not crossed that many nice people in my life and it almost seemed as if she knew and was making up for it. I was still new but she treated me as if I had been there for years.

"It's the cute one over there." I pointed to the table where this tall handsome glass of water sitting sipping his beer with a very pregnant girl. She was attractive too in a very girl next door sort of way. I am not really one to judge girls looks but hey, I'll give credit where credit is due. Now me on the other hand well, let's just say that there is a reason why I don't like mirrors. I am not by "American standards" what you would call "hot". I have thick curly hair, thanks to my mom and a round button nose, courtesy of my dad and a chubby belly thanks to too many buffalo wings that I get on my breaks.

I am not ugly, not sexy I'm something far more dastardly….cute.

No nineteen year old woman wants to be classified as cute, cutie or anything like that but…that's what I get..ALL THE TIME! Day in and day out. Cute is what you call the chubby girl who can't get a man. To me cute is just another word for 'not as pretty'.

"Well if you're referring to my brother than he is going to want it well done….not a lot of seasoning he hates it. Tell Frederico would you?" The waitress said.

"Thanks Sookie." I said. I walked over to Frederico and gave him the order Sookie told me verbatim all the while cursing myself silently for not remembering the order. Well done is just another word for ruined if you ask me. Just like me Frederico was new too. I had been working there for about four weeks while Fred has been there for a good month and a half. As I hear he is the third chef to be replaced at Merlotts. I never understood why. The pay was amazing according to a waitresses standards and….the boss isn't a compete dick! Quiet the opposite. Sam was a hard ass at times but even in the short amount of time I was there I could tell behind every lecture, there was someone who cared.

I love it here though. Nothing ever goes wrong in Bon Temps.