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Chapter 3

GPOV

I look on from across the crowded room, an amused smile pulling at my lips as I see Eric and Sookie putting a deserving Bill and Lorena in their place and have to bite back my laughter as I see the enraged couple stomping away in utter fury. Nice. Those fuckers deserved that and so much more.

I then begin making my way through the crowd, seeing Eric and Sookie fighting back their own laughter before they disappear from my line of sight. I get stopped by a couple classmates along the way, engaging in easy conversation before finally making my way to the darkened hallway. Now, where could those two have possibly gone?

Soft moans sound from behind the door closest to me and I freeze in place, instantly recognizing the familiar voices as my mind is trying to make sense of what I can't possibly be hearing right now. The pleasured moans are becoming louder, more frequent and I find myself with my ear pressed against the bedroom door, hearing the unmistakable sound of my two best friends having sex on the other side.

A pang of jealousy shoots through me, eliciting a deep frown upon my face as I suddenly realize I don't know who it is I'm jealous of, Eric, Sookie, or the both of them. Dear God, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the fuck is jealousy the first reaction I have to hearing my two best friends fucking one another?

"Hey, Godric, fancy running into you here," a familiar voice sounds breaking me from my disturbing thoughts as I abruptly pull from the door to come face to face with Sam Merlotte.

"Oh, uh, hey, Sam," I answer back a bit awkwardly, my face flushing slightly as I recall the intimate moment the two of us shared in the high school's dark room together.

"So, you here alone?" he questions, leaning back effortlessly against the wall as I find myself still finding it difficult to put two coherent thoughts together, currently finding way too many conflicting thoughts racing through my mind.

"No, I actually rode with Eric and Sookie," I answer, seeing his knowing nod.

"Ah, of course," he answers, a small smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "The Three Musketeers," he teases, bringing a snort of amusement from me despite myself. "So what are your plans for the fall? You three planning on going to the same college together?"

"Uh, no, actually," I answer, an all too familiar ache resounding in my chest at the thought of being separated from my ever present cohorts.

"Oh, wow, that must be hard on the three of you," Sam remarks, clear sympathy lacing his words before he flashes a kind smile my way. "You holdin' up okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I mean we've got the rest of the summer to spend together and I'm sure we'll get together on breaks or whatever," I reason, not really liking the direction this conversation is heading, especially given certain unforeseen circumstances that are likely to throw a wrench into things.

"Yeah, of course," he answers easily. "But you know, if you ever need someone to talk to or whatever, I'm a pretty good listener," he tells me, bringing a genuine smile to my face as I nod my agreement.

"Yeah, thanks, Sam, I'll keep that in mind," I assure him, letting out a small sigh of relief. "You know, I kind of thought things would be awkward between us after, well, you know," I muse aloud, earning an amused chuckle from the other man.

"Oh, that," he says, shrugging dismissively. "I mean I'm open to more of that as well," he teases, sending a wink my way as I feel my cheeks warming once more. "But no pressure, I'm cool with keeping things casual," he adds just before the bedroom door is opened beside us. "Well, I guess I'll leave you three to it then," he says, lifting his cup towards us before heading back towards the party.

"Godric?" Sookie questions, shifting a bit uncomfortably as I turn to face the two of them. "Have you been, um, have you been standing out here long?" she questions hesitantly, a look of what can only be interpreted as guilt covering her features as I shrug lightly, still unsure of how I should be feeling about this surprising revelation.

"No, not really," I answer, trying my best to sound unfazed, unaffected as I work to push down the whirling emotions swirling within me. "I was actually wondering if you guys wouldn't mind dropping me off back home," I inquire, not feeling at all in the partying mood.

"You feelin' alright?" Eric questions, concern shining behind his cobalt eyes as I shrug lightly.

"Yeah, I just wanna check in on Mom," I answer back rather lamely, knowing full well my mother can take care of herself, but earn understanding nods from my friends before the three of us are making our way from the house together.

The silence between us is utterly deafening, making the short ride to my house seem to stretch on for an eternity and I find myself letting out a loud sigh of relief once we're finally pulling into my drive.

"We still hanging out tomorrow?" Eric questions, meeting my gaze in the rearview as I nod my agreement, already wondering just how awkward the air will be between us now.

"Yeah, I'll be there," I assure him, forcing a somewhat awkward smile before pushing open the sleek door of Eric's SUV.

"Tell your mom we said hi!" Sookie calls once they're pulling away, waving to me through the window as I send them a wave in return.

"Goddy, baby, is that you?" I hear my mother's throaty voice call from the backroom, bringing a genuine smile to my face as I kick off my sneakers.

"Yeah, Mom, it's just me," I call back, trailing to the back of the house to find her absently shuffling her tarot deck, a contented smile playing at the corner of her painted lips.

"Sit," she says, reaching up to pat the table and I already know what's coming as I drop to the seat opposite hers and meet her ever-knowing, unseeing gaze; her degenerative eye condition finally having made her fully blind just over three years ago. "Spill it," she says, bringing a defeated sigh from me as I know just how this will play out between us.

"Mom," I argue, earning a raised brow in response before I prop my head upon my elbow, trying to figure out the best way to explain my current melancholy. "It's Eric and Sookie," I finally reveal, seeing a knowing smile stretch over my mother's face.

"Well, that much I knew already," she replies, bringing a snort of amusement from me, having long ago accepted my mother's psychic abilities. "They've understandably been on your mind a lot lately, but this," she says, tilting her head thoughtfully. "This is different," she infers correctly.

"Yeah," I sigh out, reaching up to run my fingers over the cool glass of my mother's orbuculum. "I don't know how to explain it really, I just feel…different when I'm around them lately," I admit softly.

"And this has something to do with your newfound sexual preferences as well?" she questions as I feel my cheeks flush hot, finding myself grateful for my mother's inability to see such a reaction, though based on the amused smirk pulling at her lips, I have a feeling she needs no visual cues to note my reaction.

"No…yes…I don't know," I sigh out, shaking my head as I try to come to terms with exactly what I'm feeling now. "They're sleeping together, Mom," I finally admit softly, my head falling in defeat as hot tears threaten to fall from my eyes. "Everything's changing so fast and I just want more than anything for things to go back to the way they were before," the words spill from me in a rush as I find myself surprised by how accurate a statement that actually is.

"Goddy," my mother sighs out, rising from her chair before coming to stand beside me. "Things change, little one, it's just the way of life," she says softly, running her long fingers through my hair just the way she used to when I was small. "It's how we choose to deal with these changes that defines us as people," she tells me as I raise my face to meet her unseeing gaze.

"But that's just it, I'm not sure how to react, Mom," I admit miserably, seeing a smile stretch over her face before she kneels down before me.

"That's because you're trying to reason with this," she says, reaching up to run her fingertips softly over my forehead. "When you should be listening to what this is telling you instead, little one," she says, placing her hand over my chest with a soft smile.

"Mom, that's so corny," I sigh out, earning amused laughter from her as she shakes her head at me.

"You may be right about that, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong," she answers back as I find myself mulling over her words. "Stop trying so hard to reason everything out logically, my child, and instead, start listening to what your heart is trying to tell you. Follow your instincts, little one, for it is your heart that will guide you in finding your ultimate happiness," she tells me, a warm smile stretching over her face that I find myself returning.

I know I have a bad habit of overthinking things, often succeeding in making myself physically sick debating all the possible 'what if's' of any given situation. I know it won't be easy changing old habits, but I can't help feeling she's hit the nail on the head with this one. A small frown forms then and as I gaze upon my mother's pleasant, accepting face, I take a deep breath before pushing ahead.

"Have you ever developed feelings for a friend, Mom, like more than strictly friendly ones, I mean?" I question hesitantly, earning an amused chuckle from her as she nods her head to spill dark curls over her shoulders.

"How do you think you came to be, little one?" she replies, making my jaw drop in surprise. My mother never, and I mean never talks about my biological father and I have to shake my head, hardly believing my ears as she launches into a tale I've been dying to hear my entire life.

"Your father was my very best friend, the two of us sharing a relationship not so different from what you share with your Eric and your Sookie," she reveals, her voice taking an airy tone as she loses herself in her past.

"And the two of you fell in love?" I question eagerly, earning a frown from my mother as she reaches up to place her fingers over my lips.

"Hush, child, this is my story," she chastises gently. "Like I was saying, we were best of friends, doing literally everything together and there finally came a day when I looked at him and saw not my friend, but the man I loved sitting before me," she says, a carefree smile forming over her face. "It was a whirlwind romance, one deserving of it's own passion novel," she says with a snort of amusement as I find myself enraptured by her tale. "But, alas, it was not meant to be," she sighs out, standing to her feet once more.

"But what happened?" I question, eager to hear the end of her tale as she turns back to me with a deep frown. "Did you follow your heart? What did it tell you?"

"He followed his heart," she answers softly, clear pain lacing her words. "Though, unfortunately for me, his heart led him into the arms of another," she reveals as a pang of remorse juts through me.

"Mom," I whisper, standing to join her. "I'm so sorry," I whisper, pulling her into a hug before she surprises me by chuckling softly as she pulls away with a bright smile.

"Why would you be sorry, little one? I was granted the greatest gift as a result of following my heart," she tells me, reaching up to fluff my hair playfully to elicit a low chuckle from me.

"I love you, Mom," I tell her, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to her cheek.

"And I love you, little one," she returns, placing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Feeling better?" she questions as I nod, finding myself feeling remarkably better after our little heart to heart.

"Yeah, yeah I think I am, thanks, Mom," I tell her, earning a wide grin from her as she nods her head firmly.

"Such a sweet boy I've raised," she muses softly, a soft sigh escaping her. "You'll be just fine, my child," she tells me with a wink and I want to ask what she sees, what my possible future could hold, but knowing she'd never reveal such a thing, only smile in return. I suppose the real answer lies within knowing you don't have all the answers and with that thought in mind, I decide to take my mother's words of wisdom to heart, resolving to follow my own heart in an attempt to find my ultimate happiness.

AN: In case any of you were curious, Goddy's mother was influenced by the A.P. This is my version of how I think she may be as a human (And yes, I'm really enjoying writing this particular character) ;)