A/N: Enjoy!
Evan and Eric were racing boats. Eric would let Evan win. Evan was laughing and having a great time. Eric couldn't help but laugh with him. This kid was really growing on him. Eric couldn't stop realizing how much Evan looked like his mother. They both had the same red hair. They were both pale but had cute little freckles around their noses. But of course, Evan was around four feet tall. After they were done racing boats, Evan ran up to his mother.
"Mommy, can Eric come over for dinner?"
Sharon looked over at Eric.
"Sure, I mean if you want to."
Eric smiled.
"Sure."
Evan smiled with glee.
"Yay! Eric is coming over! Eric is coming over!"
Eric ruffled Evan's red hair. Evan took hold of his mother's hand. Sharon looked at Eric.
"Is six alright?"
Eric nodded his head. Sharon smiled.
"Okay six. 12899 sixth avenue. Penthouse."
Eric smiled.
"I'll be there."
"Bye, Eric."
"Bye, Sharon."
They locked eyes for a second, before she started to turn around. Evan walked with her, but turned his head to look at Eric.
"See you at dinner, Eric."
"Wouldn't miss it."
Evan smiled and turned the other way. Eric watched mother and son walk away. He turned away and walked out of the park. He hailed a cab and took it to the Palace hotel. What will I wear? he thought. He decided to go ask Chuck in his suite. He arrived on Chuck's floor and immediately went to his suite. He knocked on the door. He was surprised to find Blair opening it for him. She smiled.
"Hello Eric."
"Hello Blair. Is Chuck inside?"
"Yes, but I must warn you, he does have fever."
"Don't worry, I don't plan to get close."
Blair giggled before allowing Eric in. He followed her to the bedroom. There sat Chuck in bed. The bed sheets were closely around him. He looked up at Blair and Eric.
"Eric?"
His voice was a little wary. Eric nodded his head.
"Hello, Chuck."
Blair got a chair for Eric. Eric took a deep breath before speaking.
"Chuck do you have any nice suits for dinner?"
Chuck smirked at him.
"Dinner plans, I presume?"
Eric smiled.
"Yeah."
Blair gasped.
"With who?"
Eric looked at her.
"Sharon."
Blair's jaw dropped. So did Chuck's. Blair spoke.
"Sharon?"
"Yeah. And don't worry, her son invited me."
Blair was still in shock. Eric better not try to do something with Sharon. She's married, she thought. Eric looked at Chuck.
"So can I borrow a suit?"
"Yeah."
Blair looked at Eric.
"Can I help you find one?"
Eric nodded. Blair did have the best fashion sense and would probably know what would look good on him. Blair stood up and walked over to Chuck's closet. Chuck turned on the TV and let Blair do what she wanted. Blair opened the closet door and immediately picked on suit out. It was a dark blue Versace suit. She looked at Eric.
"Well?"
Eric studied the suit. It is nice but I don't think it's for me, he thought. He looked at Blair.
"Um maybe not that one."
Blair put the suit away. She got out another one. It was a black pinstripe Armani one. She showed it to Eric. Eric looked at it. It was nice and probably would look good on him.
"I think that one would look good."
Blair smiled and passed it to him. She also passed him a white dress shirt along with a black tie. He went into the bathroom to put on his clothes. While he was in there, he snuck some of Chuck's cologne on him. He stepped out and saw Blair waiting for him. She was holding him a pair of dress shoes. He smiled and put them on. When he was done, he looked at himself in Chuck's mirror. I look fine, he thought. He looked at Blair. She smiled at him.
"You look great, Eric."
He smiled and looked at Chuck. He nodded his head in agreement. Blair passed Eric a bottle of champagne. He gave Blair a confused look. Blair sighed.
"Well you have to bring something, don't you."
Eric smiled. He said goodbye to the lovebirds and walked into the elevator. He took the elevator to the ground floor and walked outside, where he hailed a cab. He climbed into the cab. He spoke to the cab driver.
"12899 sixth avenue."
The cab started to drive. Eric tried to control his stomach. Something sure was fluttering in there. The cab stopped and he got out. The building was tall. Eric took a deep breath before he walked in. He took the elevator to the penthouse. When he arrived, he walked slowly to the door. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. He knocked on the door. It flew open and there stood Evan. He was dressed in a suit as well. He looked adorable in his little black tie. Eric smiled.
"Hey, Evan."
Evan smiled.
"Eric, you're here."
He grabbed Eric's hand and led him to the kitchen. There stood Sharon. She looked beautiful with her hair in a bun and in her black dress. She had an apron covering her. She looked up at Eric. She smiled.
"Hello, Eric."
He smiled back.
"Hello Sharon."
He remembered that he had that bottle of champagne in his hands. He passed it to Sharon. She smiled once more.
"Thank you, Eric."
She set it on the counter. Suddenly, a man, probably in his late twenties, walked in. His dirty blonde hair was swept to the side. He was a little taller than Eric. He certainly had more muscle. His teeth were as clean as teeth could be. His green eyes were glowing. He kissed Sharon. She smiled and then turned to Eric.
"Eric I would like you to meet Chris, my husband."
Eric held out a hand and Chris shook it.
"Hello, Eric."
"Hello, Chris."
Evan turned to Sharon.
"Mommy, can I show Eric my room?"
"Sure you can, sweetie."
Evan smiled and grabbed Eric's hand and led him to his room. Evan's room was filled with hockey stuff. There were posters of famous hockey players. Eric sat down on his bed. Evan sat beside him.
"How do you know my mommy?"
"We actually were on the same cruise, around six years ago. She was pregnant with you at the time."
Evan smiled.
"Seems like you knew me then too."
Eric smiled. This kid far beyond his years, he thought. Evan spoke again.
"I have school tomorrow. I can't wait."
"You want to go to school?"
"Well not for the learning bit. I can't wait to see Ashley."
"Ashley? Is she your little girlfriend?"
Evan made a disgusted face.
"A girlfriend? Gross. Ashley's my bestest friend in the whole wide world."
Eric smiled. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and there stood Sharon. Both boys looked up at her. She smiled.
"Dinner time."
Evan jumped off the bed and Eric walked behind him. They sat down at the dining table. Chris sat at the head of the table. Sharon sat beside him. Eric sat beside her and Evan sat beside him. They poured their own food. Evan started the dinner conversation.
"Daddy, today Eric and me raced boats at the fountain in the park."
Chris smiled.
"And who won?"
"I did. I think Eric needs to practice."
Eric smiled.
"I think I do."
They all laughed. The rest of dinner went by smoothly. Evan talked for the most bit. Sharon looked at her watch. She looked at Evan.
"Come on sweetie. Bed time."
Evan crossed his arms.
"I don't want to."
"You have school tomorrow. You want to have lots of energy to play with Ashley, don't you?"
Evan smiled at the thought of seeing Ashley again.
"Okay."
Sharon smiled and took her son to his room. Chris turned to Eric.
"So, are you still studying."
"Yes, I'm in my final year at NYU."
"What's your major?"
"Art. I like to show my creative side."
"That is wonderful. Sharon wanted to be an artist as well, but when you have a kid to take care of, it's not exactly the easiest thing to do."
She wanted to be an artist? thought Eric. He smiled at the thought of them having yet another thing in common. Sharon walked back into the dining room.
"Evan's all ready for bed."
Eric smiled and looked at his watch. It was eight thirty.
"I better get going."
Sharon spoke.
"But it's not that late. And we still need to have a sip of that champagne you brought over."
"No it's alright. You two enjoy it. I need to get going anyway. I have a class tomorrow as well."
Sharon sighed. She knew it was no use of begging him to stay. She and Chris got up and walked Eric to the door.
"Bye Eric."
"Bye Chris."
Eric looked at Sharon. She smiled.
"Bye Eric. Thanks for coming. Evan loved having you here."
Eric smiled.
"Well Evan's a cool kid. Bye Sharon."
She gave him a hug. He wished it could last forever. But they separated and he had to leave. He walked out of the penthouse doors wishing he could rush back in and give Sharon a passionate kiss. If he did do that, the odds of him living would be very small.