A/N: Yet another Sookie/Eric fic that would not leave me alone. I'm really excited about this one. It's a bit different than any other story I have read. I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the others.
It will be told from both POV, though I will try not to overlap too much.
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I couldn't believe it happened, again.
My third relationship in a year's time had come to an end and I was left, as I was with all my previous boyfriends, utterly confused. It was as if I had some sort of warning alarm that would sound after a certain amount of time and alert my current love interest to get the fuck out of dodge. Leaving me heartbroken and stupefied, wondering what the hell I had done wrong this time. Seriously, what the hell could I be doing that was so wrong every time I was in a relationship? Was I defective in some way?
My boyfriend…err ex-boyfriend, Quinn, had just vanished from my life after he had given me the whole It's not you, it's me speech, that I, of course had heard at least a dozen times in my twenty-seven years of existence. I literally had to swallow the bile as it rose in my throat when he began uttering those wretched words. No matter how many times it happened, or how prepared I was to hear it, they still fucking hurt.
The traitorous tears made their way down my cheeks, alerting me to just how much they affected me, but soon, I was pulling up to the house.
My home, my safe haven, my comfort zone, my peace. The last place on earth where it didn't matter what was going on in the world or what happened that day or who wasn't going to be wooing me anymore. The place where the person I could rely on most in the world resided with me.
My best friend, my confidant, my comforter, my Eric.
Eric and I had lived together since college. We had a tiny two bedroom apartment that we shared located extremely close to the University in Grambling, Louisiana, where we had both gotten our degrees, his in business management and mine in accounting. We both graduated at the top of our respective classes and went into business together.
We actually had plans to move our separate ways after graduation, but when Gran passed, I couldn't see myself living in that huge house all alone. So, I asked him to move in with me. Of course, he agreed and we have been living together in my Gran's old farmhouse, peacefully, for almost six years now. Counting the four years of college, I guess that would make it ten. Not even mentioning the fact that from the time we were seven and he moved next door to me, we were just about inseparable.
Gran, more often than not, had to kick him out of our house after hours, insisting it wasn't lady like for a boy to spend the night with a girl, or vice versa. His dad never really cared, but Gran wouldn't allow me to sleep there. Of course, every now and again, Gran would cave, and Eric would sleep over in my room, but always on the cot that she would pull out and make up for him.
After we turned sixteen, or about the time Eric started growing peach fuzz on his chin, Gran put a stop to the sleepovers. It didn't matter how many times we told her we were just friends, she deemed it inappropriate and our pathetic pouty faces didn't affect her one bit. It didn't seem to bother Eric; he still came around just as often.
Eric was a constant in my life, one that I could rely on at any time, anywhere, for anything. He was there for me, offering no judgment, no words of unsolicited advice, nothing but whatever the situation warranted and I loved him for it. That's what best friends do and that's what we were.
"Eric!" I called as I walked in the door.
"Hey Sooks. Have a good…" He stopped as he rounded through the kitchen door and caught a glimpse of my tear streaked face. "Shit. What happened?" He asked as he pulled me to the couch and into his lap.
I curled into his arms instinctively as he soothed his fingers through my hair and down my back. We had gone through the same motions too many times to count and a lot more times than what I should have. I spilled my guts as the tears ran freely into his white t-shirt, my mascara leaving ugly stains on his otherwise pristine shirt.
"He's a fool." Eric said as he kissed my forehead and I smiled up at him.
Three words, three fucking words from his mouth and I felt better. Were they the right words? Hell, I didn't know and I didn't care. I was tired of letting my problems with relationships get me all emotional and shit. I was done.
I kissed his chin. "Thanks." Then, I hopped off of his lap and held out my hand to him. "What were you doing?" I asked as he took my hand and I pulled him to stand.
"Hey, you guys are out of butter." Amelia said as she bounced into the living room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, a bit more stiffly than was necessary. But I really didn't feel like listening to Amelia's advice that I knew would be coming in any minute.
"Well, hello to you, too BFF." She huffed as she stopped directly in front of me. "Another one bites the dust, I see." Amelia was never one for beating around the bush. I just shrugged and walked around her and into the kitchen.
"What are ya'll making and why is the kitchen destroyed?" I asked as I stared at the mountains of pots and pans on the counter along with numerous mixing bowls and utensils.
"Yeah." Eric laughed as he put a hand on my shoulder. "Amelia was teaching me how to make a chocolate cake from scratch. It's in the oven now, but I'm afraid we used just about every dish in the process."
"You mean YOU used." Amelia interrupted with a snort.
"Well as long as I don't have to clean it up, I don't care who is responsible. I'm going to shower. Clean it up." I gestured over my shoulder as I walked toward the stairs.
"Yes mistress." Eric snickered and Amelia's cackles sounded through the house over the noise of the rattling dishes.
I made it to my room and turned the shower on as hot as the water would allow. After stripping free of my clothing, I stepped in the hot spray to wash away the day's worries and tension. My lavender and eucalyptus body wash relaxed my body if only from the scent of it. It reminded me of summer and my Gran, which were what my happy thoughts consisted of. As the jet stream from the shower head beat down on my back, I watched the bubbles swirl down the drain along with my stress and heartache.
When the water was no longer steaming up the tiny room, I switched it off and wrapped my large fluffy white towel around me. The clock on my bedside table told me that it was nearly 8:00 pm and my stomach was growling like I hadn't eaten in months. I made quick work of my hair, brushing the tangles free and allowing it to hang loose.
"You ok in there." I heard Eric's voice muffled through the door.
"Yeah, I'm getting dressed now. I'll be down in a second." I answered as I finished applying my lotion and began to tug my PJ's on.
"Alright. I made you some soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Wanna watch a movie?"
"You know it. Pick one out for us." He always knew exactly what I needed. Comfort food and a good movie. "Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate!" I shouted as I heard him retreating down the stairs. There was almost nothing a good cup of hot chocolate couldn't fix and Eric made a damn good cup of the stuff.
I shuffled through my dresser and found an oversized sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. It was only January and I was already sick of the cold and ready for the hot, steamy days of summer. I absolutely loved the summer and loathed the winter. I loved my days in the sun and hated that during the winter you had to cover every inch of flesh physically possible.
I made my way downstairs and Eric was sitting there with my cup of cocoa in one hand, two movies in the other and my favorite afghan draped across his lap. This man knew me better than anyone else did. Probably better that anyone ever would.
"We've got Shaun of the Dead or Hot Fuzz?" He said as I plopped down on the sofa beside him, wrapped myself in the blanket and took a big sip of the liquid chocolate that warmed me from the inside out.
"Either one." I replied and huddled deeper into the blanket.
Eric knew all my secrets. Including my secret crush on Simon Pegg and the goofy, chubby guy, whose name I could never remember. I loved every one of their movies and the two of them on the tube never failed to put a smile on my face.
I curled into the crook of Eric's arm as I devoured the soup and sandwich he had prepared for me. By the time the previews were over and the DVD menu had come up, I was finished and had set the dishes aside. Eric hit play and wrapped his arm protectively around me as the movie began to play.
We laughed in all the same places and fed each other lines as we mimicked the movie. We had watched this movie countless number of times. His English accent was admittedly a thousand times better than mine for whatever reason. I never could get that shit right and I just sounded like and idiot, but it was funny as hell.
The next thing I knew, I was cradled against Eric's chest and being carried up the stairs and into my room. I think I mumbled some sort of thanks against his arm as he tucked me in, but I couldn't be sure because I was out before my head had even dented in the pillow.
I awoke again to the sun burning my eyes and the sound of Amelia rummaging through my closet.
I groaned as I spoke, the sleep still thick in my voice. "Ughh…why did I give you a key again?"
"Because you love me." Amelia laughed. "Now, up." She pulled the covers off my legs and I whined. "Come on you've got an hour and fifteen minutes to get dressed and to Monroe."
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I stumbled out of the bed. "Guhhh…coffee." I groaned.
"It's already made and in the kitchen. Here, wear this." She tossed an outfit on the bed as I stumbled to the bathroom.
"Where am I going, again?" I asked as I began to brush my teeth. "And why do I need to wear a suit?"
"I made you an appointment with my therapist. You remember, I told you about him?"
"I remember you telling me about him, but not that I was going to see him. What do I need to see him for?" I asked as I exited the bathroom and walked passed her, making my way to the delicious, warm cup of nectar awaiting me downstairs.
When I arrived in the kitchen, Eric was already standing there and passing me my cup of coffee. I relaxed my shoulders and mumbled my thanks into the cup as I sipped.
"Why do you have me up before the sun, Amelia?" Eric asked as Amelia entered the kitchen.
"Well… I made you both an appointment with my therapist. He specializes in relationships and couples therapy."
"But we're not a couple. What kind of sense does it make for us to go see him? And clearly Eric needs no relationship therapy; he never sticks with one long enough to qualify as a relationship." Eric swatted my arm playfully and I laughed. It's true, I mouthed, his only response was a snort and an eye roll.
"He agreed to see the both of you together. I figured you'd be more comfortable that way." Amelia started. "And though you don't have the same problems, you've both got relationship issues." She finished, using her fingers as quotation marks.
I turned to face Eric and began making faces, mocking Amelia and miming her voice with my hands as she continued.
"Look, just go today and see what he has to say. If, for any reason, you're not satisfied, don't go back. But give it an honest try, ok?" She clasped her hands around mine, stopping my movements.
Eric continued to snicker, but shrugged his indifference, leaving the choice up to me.
"Fine." I acquiesced. "But beyond today, I make no promises."
Amelia clapped and bounced from the room, leaving Eric and I behind. "Go get ready." He said as he rinsed his mug in the sink. "I'll meet you in…" He paused, looking at his watch. "Twenty?"
I nodded and turned to rinse my cup as well. I really didn't want to do this. Spill my guts to some complete stranger and have them give me general advice or ask me odd questions like- Now, why do you think you feel that way?- it was all too much and I never understood the appeal.
I made my way upstairs and put on the light grey pantsuit Amelia had picked out for me, along with a pale pink chemise. After wrapping my hair up in a tidy bun and brushing on a thin layer of make-up, I grabbed my purse and made my way back downstairs to meet Eric.
He was already waiting, of course, and handsomely so. Eric wore his black slacks and the blue and black striped dress shirt I had bought for him last Christmas, topping it off with his navy pea coat.
"Ready handsome?" I asked as I maneuvered my arms into my jacket that he was holding out for me.
"As I'll ever be." He replied, weaving his arm through mine and leading us out to the car.
Thirty minutes later, we found ourselves parked outside an office building. My palms were sweating and suddenly I was nervous. Eric wrapped both my hands in his and gave me a reassuring nod as we exited the car.
"Ready beautiful?" He asked as he put his hand on the small of my back.
"As I'll ever be." I replied with a half-hearted chuckle, repeating his words from moments ago.
He led us through the parking lot and towards the double doors. I couldn't shake the bad feelings I had as we made our way through the entrance and towards the receptionist counter.
One time… that's all.
A/N: Well, I didn't exactly get as far as I wanted to in the first chapter. Coming up…appointent, Eric/Sookie's relationship "issues", and doctor's orders?!?!!!!
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