I do not own True Blood or anything you recognise from it.

Okay, it might be a bit cruddy but that's up to you to decide, but I was getting bored with my other story a little so I'm writing this to spice up my appetite for writing? If you get what I mean?...Oh well, lets just see how this goes...I'll try to make the chapters long...

The Decision

I was sat in my room, supposedly studying, whilst Mom and 'Mick' were snuggling together on the sofa watching TV downstairs. Probably watching some romantic comedy fluff. Ughh.
Suddenly, there was a tap on my window. My head shot up and I listened intently for a few seconds, hmm... There were several more taps, and thunk and then a, 'Ow! Stupid pipe.' Kyle. Trust him to shimmy up the drainpipe on a night like this. Typical. I rushed over to my window and opened it - a soaking wet Kyle fell into my room. "Hey," he said after he had recovered from the fall, "How you doin'?'" He winked at me. I couldn't help but laugh, he looked like a drowned animal. Kyle had been my boyfriend for two months now, he adored me and I adored him back. I couldn't help but adore him - he was funny, cute and had a great smile...not to mention a great butt.

We sat down on my bed, smiling at each other.
"I'm doing just fiiine..." I replied, leaning closer to him. He chuckled and then kissed me. We had gotten even closer without me realising, Kyle wanting the warmth of which the cold weather had taken from him, and me being a heat radiating machine at this point, it was inevitable. There was some wandering hands, but I quickly sorted that out - I could feel him smile as he was kissing me.
Out of the blue, my bedroom door swung open.
Kyle and I jumped apart in shock.
"Alexandra Thornton, this is the third time this week!" My mom yelled, deafening us, "I am sick of catching you in here with this," she looked at Kyle accusingly, "This...barbarian!"
"Mom! Shut up!" I shouted, I couldn't think of anything else to say - well, I could, but it involved a lot of swearing and that would only make things worse.

"How dare you say that to me!" She continued shouting, "See, this is the influence he has on you! Making you say bad things to your mother!" I couldn't believe my ears. I heard Mick thundering up the stairs. 'Mick' was my Mom's new boyfriend that had been together for a year now, and I despised him. I nick-named him 'Mad Mick', and I did that for a reason...

He assessed the situation and then decided he would butt in.

"Not again!" He boomed, "Get out of my house!" he shouted at Kyle, who, God bless him, was dripping rainwater all over my bed. I was surprised Mom and Mick hadn't made him change his mind about coming to see me. Kyle ambled over to the doorway. "Excuse me, Mick." he said, with a huge smirk on his face. Mick looked like he was about to snap any minute, but Kyle just kept on grinning as he walked past, and then disappeared out of sight. I heard a door slam.
"This is going to have dire consequences young lady!" Mick yelled at me.
"Why are you shouting Mick? I'm sat right here you know." I gave him an irritated look.

"How dare you speak to Mick like that h-" He is like a father to you, you should treat him with some respect...yadda yadda yadda.

"Mom! I'm eighteen years old! Can't you just let me live my own life? You won't even let me move out! I'll bet it's because you don't want me hanging around Kyle, but guess what? No matter what you do, you can't keep us apart!" I shouted at her.

"Don't you talk to your mother like that!" Mad Mick bellowed.
"Yes I can keep you apart! And I will! I will not have you hanging around a hooligan like him, you are going to live with your Aunt!"
"With my Aunt? All the way out in Bon Temps? Mom, you can't send me away like that!"
"Oh yes I can, and believe me, you will be staying there until you can get your act together!" And with that, Mom and Mad Mick left the room, slamming the door shut behind them. I was left to wallow in my utter unhappiness. I was not going all the way out to live in Bon Temps, plus, there had been some crazy murders there not too long ago. I clambered into bed and tried to go to sleep but the whole situation kept me awake. I think it was another good hour before I finally dozed off.

My bed covers were thrown off me. "Get up." grumbled Mad Mick. I looked at the clock, seven-thirty.
"It's only seven-thirty," I mumbled, "Leave me alone." I turned over so I was facing the wall.
"Get up Alexandra! You are going to your Aunt's today!" He shouted. The light spewed in through the windows as he hoisted the curtains open.
"Today?" I jumped up, "But, but-"
"No buts. You are leaving today." he ordered. Great. Stupid old man. Who was he to tell me what to do anyways? Mad - that's what he was.

I got up, and then had the chore of packing my suitcase. I got everything out of my wardrobe and dumped it on the bed. It was mostly warm over here and I knew it was down in Louisiana, so I just tried to cram everything in. I attempted to fold things up neatly and make space for everything - but it was just not that time in the morning. When everything was in, or falling out, I sat on the top of my suitcase and zipped it up. I had left some clothes out for me to put on, but I really needed to take a shower.
I shampooed and conditioned so hard that I thought maybe I could wash the problems right out of my hair, unfortunately, when I got out...they were still there.
I got dressed in a loose grey dress and my black converse, I combed through my long black hair and left it loose, it was halfway down my back now. In an attempt to contact all of my friends before I disappeared off of the face of the planet, I sent out numerous emails, telling them that Mom and Mad Mick were sending me away to Bon Temps to live with my Aunt Arlene.
At nine-thirty, Mad Mick came in and told me he was driving me to the airport. I grabbed my bag with some mints, my Ipod and other essentials in and followed Mad Mick out to the car. Mom came out to say goodbye to me, but the hug she gave me wasn't a, 'Oh no! Your leaving today! Come here, give your Mom a big 'Ole hug!' hug. It was a 'just get in the car already.' hug.
The drive to the airport was as I expected it to be. Silent and awkward. Mad Mick was shooting me dirty looks out of the corner of his eye all the way there. When we eventually got there, he gave me my passport and ticket, and took me to my platform. As I expected, he did not hug me, which was just as well because I did so not want to be making any contact with him, but I got a little nod. 'It's all right Mick, I'm just leaving the country for God knows how long and the best you can do is give me a little nod!'

The Flight to Shreveport was extremely boring, I was sat next to an annoying little kid who kept kicking me. Mad Mick mentioned earlier that my Aunt Arlene would be picking me up at Shreveport. I liked Arlene, she was funny and a bit more like a Mom than mine.
Finally, we landed and I was all too happy to practically run out of the plane, bumping into people on my way out. One of the flight attendant's tried to tell me to slow down, but I was already gone.

I scanned the area. I couldn't see Arlene anywhere. Trust her to be late, I'll bet she got the times wrong or something, she'll be here in three hours or something like that. I walked through the crowds of people waiting for their loves ones to get off the plane, dragging my heavy suitcase along behind me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was. "Excuse me," It was a twenty-something woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, "Are you Alexandra?" she asked. I didn't really know what to say, she could of been here to kidnap me or something, though, she didn't look like the type. I chanced it.
"Um, yeah," I said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Sookie Stackhouse. Arlene asked me to come and pick you up since she's at work and she's already asked her boss for free time enough this week," She said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kidnap you or anything, I think Arlene left you a voice mail telling you about it."
I fished my phone out of my bag and checked the voicemails whilst Sookie waited - she was right, Arlene had left me a voicemail telling me that Sookie would be the one picking me up. I looked at her and smiled. "Come on," she said, nodded for me to follow her. We walked to her little car and she put my suitcase in the trunk. I felt like a small child. I was hoping Arlene would treat me more like an adult.