Well … folks … here it is chapter 2 of God Love Her! I am heading home tonight (probably as you read this!) And this is the last chapter that I have already written so I don't know when I will be able to update again, but I will try again for tomorrow but I make no promises.
Also, in this story, Sookie is kinda more like Ariel in Footloose.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Enjoy!
SPOV
"Sookie! Jason! It is time to get up! You need to get up, we don't want to be late. It wouldn't look too good if your father was late!" I heard my mother call from the bottom of the stairs, and I groaned at the interruption.
I groaned.
Seriously, it was eight fucking thirty on a Sunday morning. I could think of better things to be doing. With sleeping being one of them.
So, with that in my mind, I pulled the duvet cover over the top of my head and turned over, trying my hardest to get back to sleep. It didn't take too much effort.
Well, except that when I just felt myself begin to nod over again, I heard mum come up the stairs.
Fuck.
"Fine. I am up" I growled, as I threw the duvet cover over the bed, swung my legs out of the bed and into my comfortable slippers.
Yes. I was pissed. And I had every right to be. It was eight fucking thirty AM on a Sunday!
I was just making my way from my bedroom to the bathroom when mum had eventually made it to the top of the staircase.
"Ah. Glad to see you are up, Sookie" she said and then turned away from me to walk towards Jason's room, which was further on down the hallway.
"Good morning to you too, mother" I mumbled under my breath, since I was too chicken to actually say that to my mother. She may be a preacher's wife, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't give you one hell of a tongue bashing.
I was just grateful that her tongue was the only thing that she ever tried to bash us with.
"Jason … you need to get up … now!" I heard her screech a few moments later as I started to clean my teeth in the bathroom.
"And, now … ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls if you would like to join me in repeating the lord's prayer" I heard my dad say from the pulpit as the entire congregation listened on. Fifteen minuites later, I was standing outside of the church, talking to one of the very few people in this entire church that I was actually friends with. Her name was Pamela Ravenscroft.
Or Pam. As she preferred to be called.
In fact, she was more likely to make sure that you died a slow and painful death.
Because she was Pam. Not Pamela.
"So Sookie, have you got anything planned for later on tonight?" she asked.
"Umm … no I don't" I replied after a short pause.
"Well … do you fancy doing something?" she asked.
"Sure … what did you have in mind?" I said.
"We could go out and get something to eat before hitting the shops" she said.
"Alright … I was thinking something along the same lines since it feels like ages since we have just simply hung out together" I said. And it had been. It was at least two or three months since Pam and I had went out somewhere.
"So … are you ready to go now?" she asked.
"Yeah. I just need to go and tell mum that I am going … do you need to tell your parents?" I said, as I started to walk over to her.
"Hey mum can I spend the day with Pam since we aren't doing anything else later on?" I said when I had finally managed to get her attention – she had been absorbed in a conversation with Maxine Fortenberry and her son Hoyt.
"Yeah sure sweetie … do you have enough money with you and your phone?" she said.
"Yes, mum I do. I'll see you later" I responded.
"So do you have any idea what time you will be home at?" she continued.
"No … but I promise to be home before curfew" I said.
"Alright … aren't you going to say hello to Maxine and Hoyt?" she said.
"Hey" I said turning around to face the woman, who immediately started on a big long spiel involving Hoyt's escapades with a cat.
The poor boy looked embarrassed .
But then I would be too, if that were me.
"So … where will we head to first?" I asked, as I rejoined Pam, but before she could answer, I heard the sound of a motorbike come up into the car park, and stop just in front of where Pam and I were standing.
"Hey, Eric" Pam said, as the man took off his helmet. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I just came down to see my favourite cousin … and also I have to drop some things off here for mum" Eric said, and while Pam and Eric talked for a little while, I took a moment to take in Eric's appearance.
He had short cut blond hair which was down around his face like a mop, slightly covering his eyes. He had bright blue eyes, which when he moved his gaze to mine, looked like he was staring straight into my soul. He was wearing black biker gear that was tightly wrapped around his body, which I could see was well cut.
In short, he looked like a living, breathing, walking, talking sex-god.
"And who is your friend?" he said, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Umm … I am Sookie" I said, stuttering. I cast a glance at Pam, and I could see that she was smirking. Damn Pam. I held my hand out to him, and he reached forward, shaking it. As soon as his hand touched mine, I felt a spark, and when his eyes met mine, I knew that he had felt it too. He slowly raised our still joined hands to his mouth and gave my hand a little peck with his lips.
I couldn't stop the blush that covered my cheeks. I am sure that I was the colour of a tomato, but I just couldn't bring myself to care.
"Eric" he said, as he released my hand.
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