Title: Tasty.

Chapter 3: High School Boy

Sookie is a writer for Tasty magazine, Eric is a big time super model that eludes every interview. Eric and Sookie knew each other through their siblings when they were younger. Sookie has to get an interview with the man before she fly's to her hometown to live in her old house. It doesn't go as planned, but when she finds he too returned to Bon Temps will she be able to get her interview or will she end up like the others?

Rated: M(I'm just going to set it there depending on what happens I may knock it down…probably not though.)

I suck! Sorry I haven't updated I've been distracted with trying to figure out where my beta for my other story went because she hasn't finished my chapter. I totally forgot to finish this chapter. My apologies!

-I am a horrible person. This is short and shitty I just…I don't know…fail? I promise the next chapter will be better?

EPOV

I can finally slump into bed, sighing as the smell of home surrounds me. I miss being home. I should come back more often. I close my eyes, sighing contently. Pam is down stairs with her girlfriend-or something I don't really care.

Sookie, that woman. I can't get her out of my head, not since I saw her at the club. She looked so-grown up. Different then I remember her. She was small back then, with glasses and short, and nothing. She was like-if you cut her hair off she'd be a boy.

Now she was, well a fucking woman. Grown up, filled out, and she wasn't shy. Not by any means. She only blushed once while I was flirting with her in the car, when I made a particularly offensive, and unoriginal, comment.

Jason's little sister. I would have never imagined that one. Not in my life.

I shake my head, laying back on the bed and taking off jeans and shirt so I can more comfortable. I slump down into the bed happy to finally relax. My joy, however, is not long lived because seconds later Pam is in my doorway.

"What?" I grumble.

"Did you really think you could come back here out of nowhere and I wouldn't come ask why?" she deadpans, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut her arms crossing over her chest.

"Of course not Pam, I would never expect you not to. Likewise you shouldn't expect me to answer." I reply with a grin.

"Does this have anything to do with Sookie?"

I cock an eyebrow at her, "your old friend? Who I haven't seen since I was like 13? Why would it have anything to do with her?"

"Because you liked her." She replies, I roll my eyes and then roll onto my side.

"Goodnight Pam." She stands in the same spot for a few minutes before huffing and walking out. Pam was right of course, I had liked her when we were younger…like when I was 7.

But the girl might as well have been a totally different person. I guess when you work for magazines like Tasty where you're forced to deal with scum bags and celebrities and such you have to grow a back bone.

Pam would be out of the house tomorrow, so I figured I'd see if Sookie was busy. I rolled over and grabbed my cell phone and dialed the same number from years ago-it actually rang though which surprised me because what I heard from Jason the house had been empty for years.

"Hello?" Sookie's voice rang through after the 3rd ring.

"Hello Sookie, its Eric. How are you?" I asked pleasantly, standing and walking to the window.

"I'm fine, and how are you Mr. Northman?" she replied, I could hear her moving around where ever she was-moving a glass or something.

"I'm just fine, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow."

"No, I'm not at all." She replied, "Were you offering to give me that interview?"

I smirked, pushing the window open, "I actually was. So, you're free tomorrow?"

"Yes, when and where?" she asks me, and I hesitate. Do I say Pam's house? And let her know I remember her? Before I really thought about it I just gave her Pam's address. We talked a few minutes longer and hung up.

I spun around and found Pam standing in my door way, "Who are you inviting to my home while I am away?"

I shrug and move out the door around her, pocketing my phone, "Sookie."

"Do not have sex in my house." She says with a tone I almost mistake for joking, but I know she isn't. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring myself some water.

"I don't plan to Pam." I reply, she snorts and says something like 'yeah right' as she walks out of the kitchen. I take a sip of the water and sigh. I feel like such a high school kid getting all worked up over a girl.

I look across the lawn out the kitchen window, am I really going to give this interview? I have no problem with the idea, but will I be able to focus with Sookie in the room? I mean we were kids-fucking kids.

How much about me does she remember? I wonder if she still likes me, Jason said she had-even after I moved back to Sweden he said she still talked about me. And since our families were close we always sent Jason's family cards-those cheesy ones with the family pictures- to them.

We always got them in return-but I don't remember Sookie getting that damn gorgeous. I'm acting like such a high schooler. With a sigh I shuffle back into my room and fall into the bed, closing my eyes and falling asleep.