AN: I wrote this one for TB Eric – Sookie always85. As you requested this one shot is inspired by Did I Shave My Legs For This? By Deana Carter. I had never heard the song before you asked me to write this but now after listening to it several times I think it is a hoot. I hope you like it. I even think, I have an idea for a part two for this. I am officially taking requests so, if you have a song you would like me to write a one shot for, let me know.
Beers and Tears
I was super excited for tonight. I now it is silly to get so worked up sometimes about things but today was mine my 25th birthday. It is a huge day for me. I went shopping so that I could dress up for him. I saved my last two paychecks to get a new dress and shoes. I made sure to get them in red cause it's his favorite color. I even painted my nails to match.
I still can't believe we have been together for three years. I remember when we first started dating. He was just sure we would have it all. I mean he wanted to get married, buy a big old house and have kids. Those were things I wanted too. We just haven't quite gotten there yet. Between our student loans, credit card debt, car payments and both our rents, I don't really know when we will get to that big house, not to mention ever getting married. But I have faith that he will remember my birthday. Last year he surprised me by getting me the cutest teddy bear and flowers. It was not much but it sure was sweet.
My work friends all pitched in and got me a huge bouquet of flowers. I almost had trouble getting it in my car. When my shift was over I headed home to get ready. I took extra time getting changed and fixing my hair. I wanted to look perfect. When I pull up behind his trailer I see his truck is sitting there.
He has been bugging me to move in with him but I just haven't yet. I don't want to until we get married. Heck I would rather have him come live with me that is a side issue. We had been talking about me going back to school, so I could get a better job. Which would be great but I don't know how I could afford to do it. That is another thing that has put our plans on hold. I check my makeup in the rearview mirror before heading inside. I find Eric in his chair in the living room, the TV is on some game. I can see seven or more empty beer bottles on the floor and one in his hand. To say I was disappointed was an understatement.
"Hey Sook, what you making for dinner?" He asks without even taking the time to look up at me.
"Well … um… I didn't have anything planned. I was hoping we could maybe go out." Maybe he's just trying to surprise me.
"Nah I don't feel like going out. Can't you make somethin'?" He responds still watching the game. Now don't get me wrong, I love cooking for this man and do so on many occasions but really.
"Sure if that is what you want. I will fry something up." I say letting out a sigh. I guess he forgot but that is ok, I can still make it a special night. I go into the kitchenette and look in the fridge. I guess we are going to have pork chops, it's the only thing that is thawed.
I get to work making supper, and soon Eric calls out from his chair. "Baby can you bring me another beer this one is empty?" I sigh and get him another. I walk over to his chair and stand between him and the TV. "Thanks Baby, but can you move you're blocking the game?" He swats my butt taking the beer.
"Fine whatever Eric." I say going back to the stove I finish the pork chops and heat up some green beans. I was starting to get upset. I make him a plate, take it to him and wait to see if I even get a kiss or even a thank you. Nope not a dame thing, this is absolute bullshit. I look over my shoulder one more time as I head to the door. He doesn't even notice I am leaving. "Bye Eric" I call closing the door.
I am so pissed. I can't believe I went to all the work of getting dressed up. Fuck I even got waxed for him. I hate going to the salon and having some stranger, down there, taking hair off. And dose he even look at me or kiss me hello, nope he is too fucking busy drinking and watching the TV. I get in my car as the tears start rolling down my face. I am almost home when my phone goes off. It is Eric's ring tone. I guess he figured out I left. I ignore his call and finish driving. He calls two more times before I am in the door. I get out of the car and unlock the door. I leave the lights off and lock the door. I make my way back to my room and start to get undressed. I let my hair down and go into the bathroom to wash off my face. I put on my favorite pjs and curl up in bed. By this time Eric has left four voice mails each more frantic then the last.
Baby where did you go? Call me back and could you maybe stop and get me some more beer? I am out.
Baby pick up your phone. Why did you leave? I thought you were going to stay over tonight? Call me back.
Sookie I am starting to get worried. Where are you? Please call me back.
Sookie why aren't you picking up the phone? What happened? Are you mad or hurt? What did I do? Baby please at least let me know you are ok.
I text him back. I am fine, leave me be. I turn off my phone. I am so upset right now I can't talk to him. This was not what I was expecting my night to be like. How could he forget my birthday? I cry myself to sleep.
Did I Shave My Legs For This? - Deana Carter
Flowers and wine
is what I thought I would find,
when I came home from working tonight.
Well, now here I stand
over this fryin' pan,
and you want a cold one again.
I bought these new heels,
did my nails, had my hair done just right.
I thought this new dress was a sure bet
for romance tonight.
Well it's perfectly clear,
between the TV and beer,
I won't get so much as a kiss.
As I head for the door,
I turn around to be sure,
did I shave my legs for this?
Now when we first met,
you promised we'd get
a house on a hill with a pool.
Well, this trailer stays wet,
and we're swimming in debt.
Now you want me to go back to school.
I bought these new heels,
did my nails, had my hair done just right.
I thought this new dress was a sure bet
for romance tonight.
Well it's perfectly clear,
between the TV and beer,
I won't get so much as a kiss.
As I head for the door,
I turn around to be sure,
did I shave my legs for this?
Darling, did I shave my legs for this?
