A/N Hi Guys and Gals! So sorry if I have ben MIA on here with my other stories of late but many boring R/L things have happened to prevent me from posting but I have had this particular story on the back burner for a while and my muses have bugged me to upload it on here… they are obviously attention whores LOL

Anyways I hope this can suffice until I can continue my other storys….

If you can pick it I have taken bits and pieces from other fanfictions and changed then slightly to fit into this story so to those writers I'd like to send a shout out of thanks for their stories as you gave me the ideas for various things that will happen in this story… but the majority of it is my own work please don't forget that I have only taken extremely minor parts from their story and turned it into my own work =-)

Also all mistakes are mine as it's un beata'd atm if any lovely beata's would b e interesting dealing with such weird characters then gimme a bell =-)

And as always I own nothing all rights go to Mrs. Harris I only get to put the charaters into weird situations

S.P.O.V.

Some would say I'm a masochist, others would say I'm a glutton for punishment, but I'd say that I'm fighting for what's mine no matter how hard it is.

You see I live with my best friend… not that different to anyone else right? Well no, but the twist or kicker, whatever you prefer to call it is… wait for it… I'm hopelessly in love with him and he's totally clueless I know so Hollywood right? Also to add to the added holywood'ness of my life he's married to what my other best friend, Pam who is also his twin sister likes to call the gold digging whore.

Now I guess you're wondering why I'm living with him and his wife yeah? Well to get technical on you we live in a 2 story house that can be divided into two separate houses with entry for either level. Wifey Poo's first order of business was to block off access between the stories within the house.

Yes I know it's a weird and unique sounding house, you see Him and Pam built it that way to they could in their words 'get their parents off their backs' you see they are Swedish and they both moved over here when we were all in high school as their Dad travels a lot for his work… something about a stock market analysis. Their parents moved back to Sweden when we were in College. Pam and Eric (my best friend and the guy I'm in love with) could only stand to live together for 3-4 months but even with the unique layout they were ready to kill each other and that's saying something as they are really close. 2-3 months later my land lord turfs me out for no reason other than my lease is up… Eric being the champ he is, offers to let me move in and help with expenses.. Personally I just think he wanted company around the house as Eric is wealthy in his own right.

Anyways I'm rambling on about crap when I should be telling you the rest of the story.

So, things around the house changed dramatically after they come back from their honeymoon. For one he wasn't allowed downstairs (my part of the house) without her, or do anything with any female friend without her but she was worse about it when it came to me. They fought constantly, I only know that is because well I live below them and even though Eric and Pam had the space in between the floors sound proofed, it only goes so far.

One night after a particular 'bad fight' I'd just gotten to sleep and hear my front door quietly open and shut so I pretend to be asleep thinking that if the potential robbers don't hear me or look in here I'll be ok but within a matter of seconds I have a large hand on my back ( as I had my back to the door because I didn't want to see the robbers) and now they are gently rocking me obviously trying to coax me awake now I'm lying there silently freaking out thinking the killer could have a weird fantasy he wants to enact, but before I can think too much on that particular topic the person trying to coax me awake leans over and I get hit with 'his' scent and I immediately relax and decide that I should 'wake up' so I move my head so I can see him and in the dim light he still looks amazing even with a slightly worried/ annoyed look on his face.

"Eric what's wrong? Why are you here it's the middle of the night" I groggily ask him

"Sorry do you mind if I crash in here with you? It's just that Crystal and I had a big fight and I kinda don't want to be alone right now… Please" he all but begs me, and added in the whole lost puppy dog look how can I refuse him?

"hop in" is all I say before he all but runs round the other side of the bed to get in, whilst he's doing that I roll myself over from the middle of the bed (the perks of being single you can have a huge bed and take up all the room you want) and have my back to him, to give him his privacy as I'm sure he'd want it.

"Sook, please don't turn away from me, look I know it's only to sleep and I'm gonna sound like a whiney clingy needy girl right now… and if you tell anyone I'll deny it, but I need my best friend! I need to feel that nothing's changed between us even if something's have, I just need to know and feel that your with me, so woman get your arse over here" he says to me whilst opening his arms to me for a hug/ snuggle… and again who am I to deny him? I very much doubt I could ever deny this man who means so much to me anything.

So that's how we fall asleep, wrapped up in each – other's arms, and it's the way we wake up the next day, I only wish I could start all my days like this but sadly it was only for the night but I'll take what I can get. And as I watch him sleeping, he looks happy and it's been a long time since I've seen that look on my bestie's face and that makes me slightly sad to realise that fact and I make a silent promise to him and myself that I will try to make him happy in any way I know how to. I then proceed to get up and do my morning routine in the bathroom and I wasn't really that quiet about it and I walk back into my room to grab my clothes and he's still passed out, but he's moved in his sleep to sleep on his tummy and his arm is out as if he was trying to find me? Or maybe the wife GAAAAHHH why am I reading so much into that simple fact that he's moved and that his arm is out stretched?

"Sookie' I hear him quietly moan as he again tries to reach for me.

I high tail it out of my room to get changed, as I think staying in or near my room at this point could be dangerous and I may do something that I may regret Eric is still asleep when I go to leave, so I go in and wake him up as I know he has work today, but unsure as to what time he has to be there by.

"Eric" I quietly say whilst gently rocking him, similar to what he did to me last night

"mmmm" he responds sleepily

"sorry to wake you but I have to get going to work, and I thought I'd wake you because I didn't know what time you had to get going to work"

"Thanks Sook, what is the time?" he asks more coherently

"It's 8:30am, I gotta go so I can get things set up for my classes today" I respond

"Ok, thanks again Sook, I'll call you later today" he responds as I'm walking out of my room to the front door.

Suppose I should have mentioned what our jobs are before.

I'm a high school teacher, and Eric owns his own bar ironically not that far from my work, so to me it's handy if I have a bad day at work, at least I know I'll always get home from his bar. But he is mostly a silent owner in said Bar (helping out Pam) but he's a tattooist and owns his own shop…. I love all of his designs. It's not to say that I have any myself but Eric is covered in them, he did design them himself but he only has his best friend and partner Alcide do his ink.

My classes for the morning go very smoothly, which is to be expected as I only take the Yr's 9-12 for English, History, Geography and Literature. It's fairly un common for a 'newish' teacher to only be working with the older classes but last year when I first came to the school, they had to replace the teacher who did most of this and they found that I worked better with the older classes than some of the other teachers. But I'm not the only teacher who teaches those subjects to those year levels as it's quite a large school, but I do find that at the start of the year there are a lot of transfers into my classes. So I must be doing something right.

My last class before lunch was a year 9 History class, we were learning about Vikings, when some of the girls in my class come back from the toilet giggling,

"Something you wish to share with the class Dawn and Hadley?" I ask

"Why yes miss Stackhouse, there is *giggle's we just saw a flower delivery guy trying to find your room and he wasn't that far away from our room when we walked in"

"OHHH MISS STACKHOUSE HAS A SECRET ADMIRER" the whole class say's/ yells

I get the class back on track and there is a knock at the door and as the girls said it was a flower delivery for me… and the person obviously put lots of thought into the arrangement as I don't need to read the card to know what the person is trying to convey, and they obviously know that my gran taught me what each flower means or it was all just a lucky guess.

But regardless I decide to read the card so I know who to thank.

' 1000's of bouquets of fragrant flowers would never be enough to convey my thanks for how you helped me. But please accept this and please meet me at our usual dinner place at 7:30 tonight

Forever yours

E'

The flower arrangement consisted of

Purple Chrysanthemum's, (you're a wonderful Friend) some Pink Hydrangea's (thank you for understanding) some Iris' (Your Friendship Means so much to me) he also had a Single Daffodil in the arrangement, I don't know what to make of it , as I'm sure you are aware all flowers have more than on meaning the Daffodil is no exception the meaning behind it is why I am confused a Daffodil can mean, regard, respect, unrequited love, you're the only one or the sun is always shining when I'm with you.

After getting the arrangement of flowers I'm over thinking things for the whole day as to what the Daffodil can possibly mean… as I know that because it's Eric who sent the arrangement that he had obviously Googled the meaning behind the particular flowers (as he has done since I told him about every flower has a meaning) and he chose those particular flowers for a reason. What I'm going nuts over is to why the Daffodil of all flowers. What messaged is he trying to tell me with this particular arrangement?

Time flies for the rest of the day and soon enough it's time so go meet up with Eric for dinner, I'm debating whether or not to ask him about the Daffodil… it seems weird even to me that I'm obsessing over a single flower, but can you blame me? When the guy you are helplessly in love with sends you a flower that has many possible meanings, and it's not clear to you as to what meaning he means by sending it no doubt it would send any girl into a head spin, especially if the guy you like is married.

I walk into the place, it's a little hole in the wall Thai place but oh my -gosh they have the best food ever. At one point Eric and I all but lived off their food so suffice to say we are friendly with the staff and owners.

In the last few years the only times we seem to come here together is when we want to tell the other something special, or something big. It was the place where he bought Crystal to meet me then a few years later him and I for him to ask me the best way to propose to Crystal then a few weeks later to say he did it and for him to ask me to be his 'Best Girl' as he couldn't think of anyone else he trusted more. Sure he had Alcide and a few other mates of his to be his Groomsmen as Crystal insisted on a large wedding with a large Bridal Party.

So as I'm waiting to be served I get nervous thinking why did he invite me here, what could he possibly have to tell me…. I start up a mental mantra. "please don't let Crystal be here" then I think about it, maybe Crystal is pregnant, then I start to feel sick in my stomach at that thought. And it's not to say that I don't think Eric would be a good father, I thiknk he'd make an amazing father it's Crystal that I'm worried about as she is so self –absorbed, I just can't see her being a mother and it's also another way for her to trap Eric into staying with her if he wants to leave, but at this point in time I can't see him leaving her, and this new found knowledge hurts.

I finally get upto the front and see "Yum-Yum" the owner shes an adorable middle aged chinese woman whos name really is Yun, but Eric and I think she's so adorable we could eat her shes so 'yummy' hence the name 'Yum- Yum" (her husband is the chef here (he's Thai) they never had kids and they figuratively adopted Eric and myself as their kids as we were here so often.

"Hello Nu'er, it's been a while since you were here, naughty you! you should come see me more often, oh Qi is just speaking to Fuqin so you can either go back and see them or go to your usual table." She happily tells me but just as I am about to walk away she grabs my arm, lowers her voice and says.

"Qi seems happy, happy like he was before he got with Long Nu, did he not get married? I couldn't tell he had his hands in his pockets when he was speaking too me, but he looks tanner…"

Long Nu in Chinese means Dragon Lady and is the nickname Yum-Yum uses for Crystal, as she met Crystal the few times Eric has bought her in here and she never liked her one bit, she then told me one day I decided to come in for Lunch by myself, it was lucky I wasn't drinking anything at the time as I would have spat it everywhere because I was so surprised and it was so funny and also such an accurate description of her, I told Pam one day she was laughing her head off for 15 min or more and she demanded too meet Yum-Yum the both of them get along like a house of fire and now when ever we want to bitch Crystal out in front of Eric we just call her Long Nu…. He gets so confused…. The poor guy I'm sure we'll tell him one day…. Just not yet

"Sorry to have to tell you this Yum – Yum, but he did get married to Long Nu, as to why he's happy I think it's because he's here and gets to see you guys" I whisper to her then hug her and walk off to our regular table and sit down and wait for Eric to be done talking to Yum-Yum's husband.

A few minutes after I get to the table Eric and Yum-Yum's husband Godric walk out of the kitchen, yes I do concede that it is a strange name for a Thai person to have but in fact his heritage isn't Thai at all his parents were globe trotters trying to find the eternal happiness and he was born in Thailand, and because his parents thought their lifestyle wouldn't suit a baby they left him in an orphanage, they then proceeded to continue their travels until their last days.

A/N Translation of the Chinese spoken in this chapter if in correct please blame Google Translate thanks =-) Nu'er = Daughter Qi= Son Fuqin= Father Long Nu= Dragon Lady