Yours
Chapter 1
This is story that I'd started on previously but it had been deleted from Fanfiction. I found it on an old jump and I decided to complete it. I hope that some of you remember it and will enjoy it just as much as you did previously. I hope that it doesn't get deleted again. If it does, I have it saved this time.
I'd also planned on posting daily but I will have to do it weekly. I will post two chapters per week.
I don't own all of the characters. The main characters, they belong to Charlaine Harris. The story idea belongs to me.
The Basketball Game
High School ...Junior Year 2003 …
Just look at him trotting down the basketball court and dribbling the ball in a way that only he can. He's pointing out the different positions so that the other boys will be able to follow his lead. After all, he is the team captain. Who would expect anything less? He has always played basketball very well. As a matter of fact, he is great at everything that he's ever done in his entire life. He is the tallest and the fastest boy at Bon Temps High School. He is the most popular and the smartest. He comes from the richest family in the area. He should've gone to Brookwood Academy, the best private school in the great state of Louisiana. Well that's what his dad believed but he chose to grace the halls of our illustrious public high school instead. He is also the hottest guy around. Eric Northman is the epitome of what any girl would want.
He's everything! He has the bluest and the most sensual eyes ever. His blond hair keeps falling into his eyes with every step that he takes. That happens even when he isn't winning the basketball game. His hair has a mind of its own. Did I mention that he is the sexiest guy in school? Don't tell Jason though. That's my brother. He's blond and a boy but he has nothing on the Northman.
You see, my brother, Jason, believes differently. Jason believes that he was and always will be the best jock and the sexiest boy to have ever attended Bon Temps High and I'll never tell him any different. I don't have the heart to. He and Eric played on the same teams before he graduated. Jason used to forever try and show Eric up and he did a great job at trying. He did his best and Gran always said that as long as you try, you never fail. Jason just came up a bit short when it came to knocking Eric off of his pedestal. And it's not only Jason that tries to be better than Eric. They all try but they all fall short.
There is no guy in school that has it going on like Eric Northman. He is 6'5 or maybe even taller. He has the body of a Swedish god. He has a killer smile. He has the greatest personality. But his greatest attribute is me but no one seems to know that but us.
By the way, my name is Sookie Stackhouse.
Anyway, all of the girls in school are crazy about Eric. They throw themselves at him. Short ones, tall ones, skinny ones, and fat ones; Eric makes every girl feel as if they have a chance with him. He makes every girl believe that they are perfect just as they are. What they see as flawed, he sees as being just right and tells them that. He always finds something to compliment them on and he always means it and that's why they love him. When there's a school dance, they fall all over themselves to get him to take them with him. They'd leave notes taped to his locker and little flowers lying on the floor in front of it. They'd be waiting for him after school as they leaned prettily against his car. They'd even have little tiffs over him. They had to tiff awfully hard because it was always going to be me to go with him.
I was his homecoming princess. I was his prom queen. Whatever Eric needed me to be, that's what I was. And the other girls hated it. They all hate me because I am usually his date for all school dances. I have always been his date for every school function … ever; even junior high. The guys were no different than the girls; well except for the dating part … excluding Lafayette Reynolds. He definitely doesn't stand a chance with Eric but he has a crush on him just the same. Anyway, most of the guys want to be him or either they want to be his friend. I am the most privileged of them all; as the rumor goes.
But it's nothing like they say it is. I am his best friend. I always have been. I always will be.
"Way to go, Eric!" I yelled as I clapped.
He'd just made a three pointer; all net. I told ya that he is an amazing athlete, right? Well, you should see him on the football field. He's great at hockey. He's great at golf. Oh; did I mention that he also runs track? He does everything and he does them so well. Those things don't matter; not to me. The one thing that he's even better at is being my best friend. He has always been the bread to my butter, the gravy to my pork chops; the cheese to my macaroni. He's my best, best friend ever. I've never had to go a single day without him.
He pointed at me and winked as he ran back down the court. I don't think that I mentioned that we dated for awhile. Well we did. It was in middle school and it didn't work out so that's history. It only lasted for two days. He dumped me for domestic abuse. That's what he called it. I punched him in the eye when he tried to kiss me … with his tongue … in my mouth. What did he expect me to do? I was twelve and he was trying to slip his tongue in my mouth. That was so not cool.
"Did you see that great shot, Pam? He's going to go pro one day. I just know it and we will be there to cheer him on; courtside seats." I was smiling as broadly as I ever am when it comes to cheering Eric on. That's what you do for your friends. You're always there … no matter what. That's what you're supposed to do. That's how friendship works. Well, that's how it works in my world.
He made another amazing shot.
"Whoo, Eric!" I clapped as I jumped up and down for him. I smiled at him as I cheered him on. "Alright!" I yelled out. "Did you see that, Pam? He is the best guy on the team!"
My second best, best friend in the entire world, Pam, is sitting with me and reading a book. She is tall, blonde, perfectly tanned, and absolutely beautiful. She has a killer body and an awful personality. I don't know why she's such a bitch but I love her just the same. Anywho, I can't seem to understand how she can possibly read with the thunderous applause that is going on around her.
She looked over her book when I jumped up and cheered for Eric once again. "Why don't you just fuck him already, Sookie?" she asked in her most sarcastic voice. "Both of you would feel a whole lot better. I'd bet he'd shoot threes all night long if you'd give him a little bit. At least let him smell it … or give a taste. After a hard game, I'm sure that will help him to relax." She sniggered before burying her face back into her book. I could hear her laughter as it began to build after her extremely nasty comment.
I sat back down beside her and just stared at the back of the book. How can such an attractive young lady be so vulgar? Gran would have swatted her bottom with the dishrag if she had heard Pam say such things. "I will not do that with him. I don't want to. He is my best, best friend and I will forever cheer him on. Are you ever going to get over the fact that he pushed you in that mud puddle in the second grade? You need to. You should have laughed with the rest us. It was funny!"
She placed her book in her lap as she punched me in the shoulder. "I can't believe you laughed. He ruined my dress, Sookie. It was my favorite dress and you laughed at me. You'd better be glad that I still like you." As she picked up her book, she looked up just in time to see Eric make another shot. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "He is so full of himself." From behind the book she yelled, "Great job, E!"
He shot her with his pretend guns; though she didn't see it because of the book. He's been doing that since the second grade. He shoots no one but Pam. If we hadn't been in the gym, she probably would have fallen as if she'd really been shot. It's a wonderful sight to see.
Dirty Dan and Pinhead Larry; every Halloween that's who they go as, the fiercest cowboys to have ever graced the wild, wild, south. I never knew what I was going to be until the day of. We'd been trick 'r treating together since kindergarten until this year; eleventh grade year. This is the first year we didn't go treat 'r treating together. Pam said that we were too old. She was too old. Eric and I weren't. We went to the same houses we've always gone to. The adults were always happy to see us. They always gave us extra candy and this year was no different. We loaded up on candy and guess which one of us was jealous because she didn't get any? If you thought Pam, you are right.
"You know, Sookie, you could let him finger you. I'd bet the ball would slide right off of his fingertips." She couldn't hide her smile this time. It was bigger than her face.
I turned back to the game. "I'm going to ignore you for the rest of the game if you don't behave yourself but before I do, I'm going to give you two choices. Either you sit here and enjoy the game or you read your book and shut up. I don't want to hear any more of your nasty talk. "
Pam didn't bother to ponder the statement either. "I'll read."
So, for the next forty-five minutes, I was able to enjoy Eric's game in peace. It was wonderful. Needless to say, Bon Temps won with Eric leading the scoreboard. Most of the fans left once the game was over, including Pam. She never wanted to wait for Eric after the games. She has never liked basketball. But we've always supported each other. We're a package deal. You can't have one without the other two.
Before she left me sitting here in the gym all alone, Pam let me know that she'd meet me at Gran's house later. "We're still having our study date, right? We have to study for the physics exam in perverted Mr. Grady's class."
"Yeah, I guess," I said. Frowning at her, I asked, "Are you still going to be acting like a bitch?"
"Is Eric coming over tonight? I need for him to do my calculus."
"He might not. He said that he had to help his mom with some stuff at home. She's not feeling well or something. He really didn't say. You might have to do your calculus yourself because I'm not doing it." I shook my head no in order to reiterate what I'd just said to her. "I'm tired of doing your homework and I know that he is too. You're just going to have to do it yourself, buddy."
"Shit. I guess I will be acting like a bitch," she said as she stood up. "I'll see you at Gran's." She kissed me before she left. "Love you, Sookie."
"Love you. Bye," I said as I waved her off.
After about thirty minutes of waiting, Eric finally emerged from the locker room. His cheerleading fans were waiting on him. I call them the cheerbitches because they are mean and vindictive. They're the worst of the worst. They are the reason I've spent my high school life being the butt of their jokes and their many rumors about me and Eric. Anyway, every cheerbitch was hugging all over him and smiling. They were really stoking his ego tonight.
Arlene Fowler, the head of the cheerbitches, was always all over him. She would smile and flash her flat, shapeless boobs in his face. She was your typical blah girl. She had a pancake bottom and a personality to match. Guys were crazy about her because she wasn't too picky. If they smiled at her, her panties were as good as on the floor or the backseat of some anonymous car and from what I've heard, her lips were wrapped about certain parts of their anatomy just as easily. But I'm not one to gossip so you didn't hear that from me.
Anyway, she loves guys; especially Eric but she hates me. She's never liked me. Don't get me wrong. She invited me to her birthday parties and other shindigs like that but that was only because Eric would usually come with me. She thought that by inviting me to her parties, she'd have a better chance at getting to know Eric … at least get close to him.
When Eric would ask me to the dances, she would make snide comments about me to everyone else in school but never around him. She pretended to like me when Eric was around. She never fooled him though. He could see right through her. Dawn Green, Maudette Pickens, Denise Rattray; all skanks and not a one of them had an ounce of class. He'd slept with none of them. Easy pickings he said. He didn't want his girls that easy.
"When I buy my car, I want it to be brand new. I want to be the only driver," he said to me.
After letting them fawn over him for a few extra minutes, he left his fans and walked over to me with a huge smile on his face. The girls were watching me and whispering. I could tell by the way that they were looking at us that they were trying to figure out what he saw in Plain Jane Stackhouse. I'm not as plain as they think I am. I am just as pleasing to the eye as they think they are.
I have thick, long blonde hair and perky boobies. I have curves in all the right places. I have pretty blue eyes and a killer smile. If they would try to get to know me, they would know that I have a great personality. I'm just not loose with my goodies and I'm a nerd; a proud nerd. I'd rather read than cheer or go out with the quarterback on Friday nights. That's just not what I do. Eric understood that. He respected that. I like to think that's what drew him to me; my brains and my killer personality. But we both know that's not true; especially since we've been best friends since kindergarten. I think that my rice krispy treats are what keep him around.
"I am here, my lover," he said when he reached the bleachers.
"I really hate it when you call me that. I am not now nor will I ever be your lover. I will never have sex with you. You need to come to terms with that," I said as I took my keys from my purse. "Are you ready to go?" I asked as I walked down to him.
"If you are … my lover," he smirked.
"Good grief," I said with a roll of my eyes. Deep down, I love the endearment. It makes me feel like a virginal seductress … if that's even possible.
Eric took my hand in his when I reached him.
When I looked at the cheerbitches, they were watching us. Whispering, I said, "Eric, they really hate me. Why don't you let one them drive you home? They'll let you ride more than their car."
Eric took my purse from me as I stood on the bottom bleacher and we were now eye to eye. He put my purse on top of his gym bag and smiled at me. "I know how we can keep them from bothering you."
"I'll do anything," I stated. "What's your plan?"
Eric removed his class ring and got down on one knee and took my hand. "Miss. Sookie Stackhouse, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife; my high school wife? I will give my chocolate milk and my pizza whenever you want it. And if the mood is right, you can have the chocolate chip cookie as well. Please, marry me."
I threw my head back and laughed. I nodded really quickly and spoke in my best Scarlett O'Hara voice. "Oh, my dear Eric Northman, I would love nothing more than to be your high school wife. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. It's you. It's always been you. You are the only one that can save me from the cheerbitches and the ugly rumors. I would be oh, so grateful. And I will take the cookie and the pizza. You can keep the milk." I batted my eyes at him. "I can't believe that the prom king of Bon Temps High has asked little ol' me to marry him. You'll ruin your reputation, ya know?"
He then took on the role of Rhett Butler … well sort of. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit. I don't care what anyone thinks, Sookie," he said. "You're my prom queen. My homecoming princess; you're my best friend. I'm handsome and athletic. I'm the most eligible guy in the Bon Temps/Shreveport area. I am muscular and have a great sense of humor. I have so much to offer you. I could make you the luckiest woman in the world."
"Really?" I asked as I placed my hand on my hip. "Did you really just say that?"
He ignored me as he continued hamming it up. "Please, don't disappoint me. You could do a lot worse than me. You could be with JB DuRone." He was really hamming it up. Placing his hand on his chest and swooning over me. "You can't play with my emotions. I am going to take you at your word if your word is yes."
Thinking that I could end up JB scared me. He's a great guy but his future as a dead light bulb isn't too appealing. I pretended to think it over and finally agreed with a rapid head nod. "You're right. I could do worse … and you are cute. You're smart and handsome. And you're athletic. You just might be all that I'll ever need."
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," I answered.
"No," he said. "I mean did you really just leave out all of the wonderful things about me? Why did you have to shorten down my attributes? Cute … did you really just say that I'm cute?"
"Eric," I said.
"Okay," he said as he sighed. "So who's it going to be? Me or JB DuRone?"
"I guess I'll take my chances with you. Yes, Eric Northman, I will marry you. Wait," I said quickly. "You're still going to give me the chocolate chip cookie and pizza right? Tomorrow's lunch is pizza."
"Most definitely," he said.
"Okay," I said. "We have a deal. I will marry you but only with those stipulations."
He slipped the oversized class ring on my finger and stood up. "You have made me the happiest man in the world. We'll get the ring sized tomorrow."
When he stood, he pulled me into his body and stared into my eyes and smiled. He then kissed me and I swear I could feel it everywhere. I didn't mean to do it but I kissed him back. And it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer into his body and deepened the most sensual kiss I've ever had in my life. It was amazing … tongue and all.
When he took his mouth from mine, he said in a husky voice, "I can't wait 'til the honeymoon." He then licked his lips.
Slowly opening my eyes as I caught my breath, I whispered, "You're not getting me in your bed … lover." With the way that my knees were buckling, I thought that he'd already made love to me.
He smiled at me and lightly kissed me once more before he took a step back and said, "But you're my wife."
As I composed myself, I continued joking with him. "There was no pastor here, Buddy."
"Why can't I be the pastor?" he asked with a sad look on his face. His blond bangs fell into his eyes. He shook his head in defiance. "No. That doesn't matter. We're married anyway. I now pronounce us, man and wife."
"You do mean husband and wife," I said.
"Oh yeah, sure; whatever," he said.
"I'm a progressive woman, ya know."
"So, are we married?"
"Yeah, we're married."
"Good. Now let's go home so you can cook for me, woman." Eric threw me over his shoulder and started banging on my bottom as if it was a drum. He snatched up my purse and his gym bag and away we went.
The cheerbitches watched us as we left. I waved at them as Eric carried me from the gym. It would be all over school the next day that I had sex with Eric after the basketball game but it doesn't matter. They all think that anyway. They all said that is why I am his best girl. No other guy is allowed to ask me out because I am his. He is the only one allowed to have sex with me. This one guy took it upon himself to tell me that if I'd date someone other than Eric, I'd discover that he's just as good. When I said no, he called me names … slut, tramp. Anything that was degrading, that's what he called me. And just as always, Eric came to my defense. He defended my honor and beat the hell out of the guy. We hated the rumors but we didn't let it get us down. The rumors did not affect our friendship at all. We love each other. We always have and we always will.
Once we were in my little white Toyota Camry buckled up and safe, we headed home. Savage Garden's song 'I Knew I Loved You' was playing. It's one of my favorite songs. Before I could get a good blast on with the song, Eric turned the radio down. I could tell what was about the happen. He was about to get serious on me.
"Can I ask you a question, Sookie?"
"I don't know, can you?"
He rolled his eyes. "Grammar Nazi," he mumbled. "May I ask you a question?"
"Sure," I said. "You may ask me anything."
"Would you really marry me someday?"
I started to laugh as I glanced him from the corner of my eye but cut it off really quick when I noticed that he meant it.
He looked at me as if he expected me to say yes. I didn't know what to say or what to think. We'd never talked about marriage before; especially not to each other. I've always wanted to marry Leonardo DiCaprio and Eric has always wanted to marry Scarlett Johansson. That's always been the plan. We can't deviate from the plan. It'll ruin everything. I'll never get to go with Leo to the Oscars. I have to be the one standing by him when he finally wins. That's part of my life's plan. It's been written in my organizer. Eric knew that. I've even shown it to him. What's going to happen with my plan if I end up marrying Eric and Leo approached me one day and asks me to be his girl? I wouldn't want to divorce Eric but I'd really have to think about it. It's Leo for goodness sakes! This is not a part of the plan at all.
"You're not serious are you?" I asked as I glanced at him. "What about Scarlett and Leo?"
"What about them?"
I frowned as I glanced at him. "You're serious."
"I'm very serious. You're a great girl." He looked out his window as he continued to speak. "Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're smart and you're pretty. You make the best rice krispy treats in the world. I'd throw a game for one of your rice krispy treats. You'd make any man proud." And then he did something that I've never seen in my life. I saw his blush creeping down to his neck. And because of that, I knew then that he was serious.
"You mean that?" I asked with a hint of surprise. "You'd really want to marry me some day?"
"I do," he said as he looked at me.
I thought about what he'd just said to me. He is my best friend. We know each other's secrets. He accepts my flaws and I accept his. We laugh at each other's stupid jokes. We've always been together. We'll always be together. So what would be so bad about marrying him? He's a great guy.
Though I knew that it would never happen, I said yes. "I'd marry you. We love each other. We're best friends. That's what marriage is supposed to be. We'd have it beat. We'd out last the masses."
"Do not play with me, Sookie. I mean this." And from the look that was on his face, I knew that he did.
And serious he was. He didn't use a contraction.
I nodded. "So do I." I never realized that I did mean it until that very second.
"Are you going to tell Bill that you're saving yourself for me?" he asked. "I know how bad he wants you. Is he still lurking around your locker after lunch? Waiting on you after school?"
I looked at him a rolled my eyes.
He nodded and grinned as he answered his own question. "He is."
"Bill the Bore; he is so not my type. He's so … boring. He is a stalker but he's not so bad. He knows that we're no more than friends. That's all we'll ever be."
"He is crazy about you. I have noticed how he is always watching you. I do not like it," Eric whispered. He almost sounded angry. I chalked it up to the fact that he and Bill have never gotten along.
"He'll get over it. And who says I'm saving myself for you, anyways? You didn't save yourself for me. You had sex with Belinda and who knows whoever else you've done it to. Maybe I want a husband that's only gonna be with me. Maybe I want to ride a stick that no one else has ridden."
He growled at my comment.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
I drove down Eric's long driveway and blew at Mr. Reynolds as he sat in the security house when we rode past. "Yes, we dated but she was not my type. Rumors, I tell ya; all lies. What gets me is that you'venever even asked me if the rumor was true. Just like everyone else, you assumed that it was true." He shook his head and said, "You're supposed to be my best friend."
I was shocked at his comment. He was right. I'd never bothered to ask. I mean, it's Eric. Other than me, what girl would ever turn him down? If he wasn't my best friend, you know, maybe I'd … I don't know. I have thought about it but he's not the reason I'm still a virgin. I just haven't met the right guy yet.
When I stopped in front of his massive front porch, I asked in a very soft voice, "Is it true?"
I hoped that it wasn't. Not because I am jealous or anything. I just didn't want it to be true. He deserves better than Belinda; not that she's a bad person. She's nothing like the cheerbitches. She's so smart and so super wonderful. She has an awesome personality and she's just … great. She's really great. She's just not right for him.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he said as he winked at me as he opened the car door.
"Asshole," I said. "Even though you could have slept with Belinda, you're still my best friend."
"That's the way it's supposed to be. No matter what," he said. He then leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't a fiery kiss like the one at the game but it was just as good. I could feel myself floating as I tasted him and he tasted so good.
Just as I opened my eyes, he pulled away from me. I looked at him and smiled.
He winked at me. As he got out of the car to get his stuff from the backseat, he said, "When are we going to submit the paperwork to get your name changed?"
Before he closed the door, I said, "We can get it done tomorrow after third block."
"Deal," he said has he closed the car door.
I sat in the driveway and waited for my friend to go into the house. Once he had the door opened, he waved goodnight to me and blew me my nightly kiss. I smiled at him as I caught it. What I really wanted was another real one but the windy kiss was just as sweet.
I had to shake my head at the thought of marrying Eric Northman.
That was never going to happen.