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SPOV
"Hey, Sookie" Amelia called from the bottom of the stairs. "Where are you?
"I'm in my room" I called back. And I was. I was also in the middle of cleaning out my wardrobe. Fuck. I don't know why in the hell I ever bought some of these clothes.
God.
What the hell was I thinking when I bought some of those outfits.
Seriously?
I think the problem with that there that I wasn't thinking at all when I bought some of those outfits?
Fuck.
Amelia was supposed to be a good roommate slash best friend.
Not somebody who encouraged me to buy some outfits like the ones that were currently finding themselves on the top of the pile that was quickly mounting.
I would donate those to the local charity shop.
Soon.
I promise I would.
"What is it Ames?" I asked her when she came bounding in through the door, coming to a stop only feet away from where I was sitting.
"We should go out tonight, Sook. We haven't been out in ages. All we have been doing for the past while is working. Honestly, I swear sometimes that Niall doesn't comprehend the idea that we actually have lives outside of his fucking business." Amelia groaned.
"Yeah. You are right, Amelia. We need to get ourselves out. While we have some free time to ourselves." I said, agreeing with my best friend.
"And, on top of that. We haven't had one single night out on our own, without the boys since you and Bill got together over six months ago." Amelia continued.
I could already tell that she was super excited of this new idea of hers, and even if I hadn't of wanted to have a night out with my best friend and roommate, Amelia Broadway, it would be completely pointless of me to refuse.
She would just find a way to drag me out of the house, and out to a club somewhere.
"Sure. Just let me get finished off here, cleaned up and changed. Then I would love nothing more than to spend the night out at a local club with my best friend." I grinned.
"Good." Amelia grinned.
"But, Amelia?" I asked.
"Can you cook us a really late dinner, please?" I begged her.
"Sookie. I just had my nails done this morning. I am not going to cook" She answered.
I grinned. It really was a little too easy to annoy my sister sometimes. And I absolutely loved doing it.
Just like Amelia completely loved winding me up.
Like on the time when she set me up on a blind date. With a gay drag queen for a laugh.
Fuck.
I'd never been so embarrassed in my whole life than when I found that particular piece of information out. Oh and did I mention that it was half way through the date when I found out?
"I can run out for something for us though. What do you fancy?" Amelia asked.
"Umm … I dunno, what about you?" I asked, cautiously.
"Well, somehow I don't think that it would kill us tonight to have a Subway. Anyways, what calories we eat with the fast food we will dance off later … or when we go back to work …" Amelia laughed off.
I joined in too. That was most definitely true – Amelia and I were professional dancers. We would be able to burn off the calories very quickly.
"Definitely, Amelia" I cheered at my best friend.
"Is there anything particular that you wanted me to order for you?" Amelia asked me.
"Yeah. Can you please order me the six inch hearty Italian with the turkey and cheese. And nothing else on it" I said, softly, as I started to put some things back onto my wardrobe again.
"Sure. I think I will have the same. Except I want all of the trimmings on mine" Amelia said, and then licked her lips.
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Ames, while you are heading down into town can you please take this pile of clothes down to one of the charity shops down there" I said, sweetly and just for good measure, I batted my eyelashes at her.
"Fine. But you owe me big time for this, Stackhouse. First of all, you bribe me for your dinner then I have to take this down to the charity shop and all for you" Amelia said, seriously, but there was a glint in her eyes that told me that she was just joking.
Thankfully.
"Cheers, Ames. You are the best" I said, throwing my (rather large) shoe collection back into the bottom of the wardrobe.
Now I just had to clear the rest of the clothes and random items that lived beside by shoes in the bottom of the wardrobe off of my bed.
And hopefully, if everything went according to plan, it would all be able to fit into the bottom of the wardrobe.
I worked diligently for the next fifteen or twenty minuites, hanging up the clothes and putting some of the items back into the wardrobe.
Until I found a shoebox.
The shoebox that contained all of my memories from secondary school and my teenage years … you know, things like postcards and pictures and medals and other random items that each held a memory. Including the memories of my then boyfriend, Eric Northman.
I was only fourteen years of age when Eric, who was a only one year older than me, asked if I would go out with him for a date to the cinema. I accepted, and from that day on Eric and I had become completely and totally inseparable. Everywhere I went, Eric came too, and everywhere Eric went, I came with him.
For the next four years, that was just the way that it was.
Everyone in our small hometown of Bon Temps had us billed as the couple who would last the longest. We were supposed to get married, and have babies together and just be together forever.
But it wasn't to be.
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