Hi guys! So sorry I abandoned you! I have a rough couple of weeks studying and cramming for the end of the semester and a Stats final! Hope you can forgive me. As promised, this is Eric pov. Sorry if he's out character. This is an AH story, so really what can you expect. This chapter will explain a few things about Eric's mysterious childhood and how he actually felt about our chunky little Sookie. Anyway, I worked really hard to crank this one out for you guys so I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review so that I may improve. Oh, and also I'm changing this story to T. Don't worry, it will end up having lemons and being M, but for now there aren't really any, so I want everyone feeling safe to read this story. Oh, and if you read my other story The Right Moment, sorry I've had such a long hiatus, but I will be updating for that story soon! Anyway, without further ado, here you go!

Disclaimer: All of it belongs to Charlaine Harris.

I will never forget the first time I met Sookie Stackhouse. I had just met a boy named Jason that day. I had moved less than a week before from New Orleans. I had lived there since I was 9. Before that I lived in Sweden. But that was before my dad died.

I felt weird walking into Bon Temps Middle School that first Monday. I was taller than practically every other kid there. I towered over all of them and my slight accent didn't help anything. I went through the entire week sitting alone and not talking to anyone.

It wasn't until that Friday when Jason walked up to me and asked if I would be on his basketball team. I knew it was just because I was tall. Why else? I was the new kid and he was one of the most popular boys. But I didn't care. I was just happy to make a friend.

I began playing every day with him at lunch time until the day he asked if I wanted to come home with him for dinner and to hang out. Me, using any excuse to not go home to my mother accepted the invitation eagerly.

I had thought about calling my mother from school to let her know what I'd be doing, but decided that she wouldn't care and just rode the bus home with him. As we walked up the porch steps, he elbowed me in the side and said, "I live with my Gran and Sookie, my fat sister." I laughed a little and brushed my blonde hair out my face and stepped in the front door with him.

The first person I saw was his "Gran." She was a round looking golden old lady with a genuine smile plastered across her face. I vaguely heard Jason saying something about his sister so I just smiled and turned to see her. She was just a little girl. She was a little chunky but was very kind in greeting me so I smiled and couldn't understand why Jason would be so mean to her.

But I honestly didn't care at all how he treated her, at least in the beginning. After all, she was just his fat kid sister. And he was my only friend. So I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize a new friendship.

After that day, I spent almost evening with the Stackhouse's. I did not want to go home. Ever since my father died, and we moved to New Orleans my mom had become an alcoholic. I was forced to take care of myself from age 9 on. Anytime I saw my mother she was drunk and unable to speak to me. When I'd wake up for school she was asleep from drinking, and when I'd come home from Jason's in the evening, she was passed out from drinking all day.

She didn't have to work because when my dad died he left behind more than enough money for the two of us to be comfortable. And I honestly didn't blame my mother for her drinking problem. She had always been a weak person.

We made our move from New Orleans to Bon Temps in hopes of getting her out of the nightlife of such a wild town. I'll never forget her saying to me that day, "Now, min kära, I know I haven't been the best mother but that's going to change. I promise you that." A month into living in Bon Temps and if anything, things had gotten worse.

Now, when I arrived home I had to put my mother to bed so she wouldn't pass out on the floor the whole night. I cleaned up her vomit and dried her tears when she cried to me about my father. She would say, "Gustaf was too young."

And I would cry too not only for my mother but because I missed my daddy too. I decided in that moment that I would use any excuse to not be home because I had to create a life for myself and try to grow up normally like Jason or Sookie did.

After a couple years of spending all my time with Gran, (I started considering her mine too) I felt at home. My mother got a boyfriend and stopped coming home at all. I saw her less than once a week and I was fine with that. I was finally getting the family I had always wanted.

Not only was I getting close to Jason, I was getting close to Sookie too. I kind of had the feeling that she might like me. But if she did, she hid it really well. I could always tell that she had really bad self esteem. She would constantly pull at her clothes, especially as she became a teenager.

The more time I spent with her, the more I started thinking about her new ways. She was always a very pretty girl, heavy or not. Big blue eyes and always kept and tan. Her light hair was almost the shade of mine, just a hair(forgive the pun) lighter.

Something changed in Sookie the night of my Senior prom. Her and her hot friend Tara walked down the stairs and Sookie looked really pretty. Her dress was baby blue and halter and had glitter on it. I will never forget the way her eyes looked when Jason complimented Tara and not her. Her face turned red as if she knew that I realized what Jason did. She seemed embarrassed that she was even dressed up at all.

Why I waited until Jason and Tara couldn't hear, I don't know to this day. But as I told her, her face turned red and I smoothly asked for a dance later at the dance. She nodded almost eagerly and we left for the dance.

I had every intention of claiming my dance that night, but as the night wore and I was dancing with some of the hottest girls in the entire school, I shamefully found myself humiliated at the thought of dancing with her in front of everyone. So I skipped dancing with her and continued carrying on with Ginger and Felicia.

On the drive home I could feel her anger and embarrassment radiating off of her. I asked her what was wrong, knowing full well what it was and nodded her head and spoke quietly, "nothing at all." I found that I was growing more and more angry at myself for my shallowness, but being the asshole 18 year old I was, I ignored my guilt and carried on with life.

Sookie stopped talking to me very much for a while there but I pushed it from my thoughts and did my best to make great grades and I graduated with a scholarship to LSU. I decided on going pre-law and Jason was spending his first year at the community college to get his grades up.

I came back to Gran's during the Summer during the summer after my freshman and sophomore years, (to see Gran) but really to see Sookie. I noticed after I had been away for a while how much of my life really involved Sookie. I thought about her constantly and how much she put me at ease and felt like home.

The summer after my sophomore year I went back to see my mom once and she was a mess. She was still with the asshole from before, only she lived with him then. I never went back. Me and Sookie became really close that summer, perhaps even closer than Jason and I had ever been. Jason was planning on dropping out and moving back home and I was doing really very well.

After I graduated from LSU with a 4.0 and many extracurriculars, I was offered a scholarship to go to Columbia for law school. Sookie was graduating that year as the valedictorian and I heard many great things about scholarships to Yale and I was so happy for her. I couldn't wait to see her and had even thought about maybe asking if she would like to go on a date. I figured she would surely say yes. I often had that affect on women.

But just as I was about to send out my acceptance to attend there the next year, I was called by my mom who was back in New Orleans. Apparently her asshole "fiance" had cleared out her bank account and left her with an addiction to coke and HIV.

I cried for days before left for NO. When I arrived, she looked terrible and I took her home to my LSU apartment with me. I spent that whole summer taking care of her and was unable to go to Columbia. I had luckily recieved my inheritance from my father the year before when I turned 21. I had gotten enought to support my mother and I opened up a business in Shreveport, about 40 miles from Bon Temps. I often went to see Jason, who was now working as road crew and of course Gran.

I opened up my bar with a fellow LSU classmate named Pam. She was beautiful and I had once hit on her before she let me know that she preferred women. She opened the bare with me and she was the face of Northman's, while I took care of the business aspect of it. So far, things were running amazingly and I was sitting quite comfortably.

As far as I knew Sookie was still at Yale and I'm sure very happy. She was always one of the brightest people I knew. I forgot about the thought of asking her out and decided that she probably saw me as more of a brother anyway. And that was fine because as shallow as it may seem, I couldn't find myself sexually attracted to her. So whenever Jason called me to meet him at Bon Temps that Sookie was finally coming home from Yale, I didn't expect much. I expected a slightly older looking Sookie with sweet eyes and a nice tan.

I, however, did not get what I expected.

There you guys go. Next chapter will also be in Eric POV. So never to fear, you will get Eric's take on the past few chapters. (: Please leave me a review to let me know what you think.

Oh, and you guys are the best. I LOVE YOU! Wait... was that a little too soon? I was just caught up in the moment! I SWEAR!