Hi guys. This is a little prologue to a story I've been thinking of for a while. You know, one with young Sookie being fat and having bad self confidence. Falling in love with Eric, and coming back from college hot. You know the deal. It's gonna be a wild ride and I already have the first few chapters ready to go. This prologue is just setting everything up. Keep in mind, this is AH, AU and slightly OOC. Anyway, tell me what you think of my idea in a review and I'll post that first chappie asap. Also, nothing against Fat people. I think fat people are BEAUTIFUL. I'm not little myself at ALL. Go look up "Big Girl (You are Beautiful) by Mika if you don't believe me! Best song everrr.

Charlaine Harris owns everything.

My first memory of Eric Northman was when I was 8 and he was 12, along with my brother Jason. He was a tall, lanky blonde boy with too many limbs. He came over with Jason to play basketball in the back yard. I was sitting in the living room doing my homework when Jason brought him in and after introducing my Gran to Eric, he introduced me as his "chunker of a sister, Sookie." My face turned blood red, and Eric laughed at Jason's words, but after turned to me and gave me small smile, looking regretful. I looked down at my toes and scurried from the room.

I've always been fat. Jason was right then, I was a chunker. I was twice the size of any of the other third graders. I always ate. I don't remember a time of pushing away the Brussels sprouts, or even skipping snack time to play outside. After that day, it seemed Eric was over just about every day, playing basketball with Jason or Sonic on the Sega. It seemed he came over everyday like clockwork, riding the bus home with Jason and me after school. He ate dinner with us every night and it wasn't until I was 10 when Jason asked if I wanted to hang out with them for the first time.

I had a crush on Eric, I won't deny. At this time, he was 14 years old and starting to grow into his features and not only had he gotten taller, he had gotten cute in the face and I couldn't stop thinking about him being my boyfriend. Juvenile, yes. But I was only 10. So when Jason called me into his room, I paused in the hallway and pulled my shirt away from my fat and stepped in.

"Hey Tubby, wanna play with us?" I looked down at my feet, nodded and almost silently said, "Sure." Jason always thought when he teased me he was just being fun and games but, me already having low self esteem took it to heart and was ashamed of my weight. I settled down into a chair in Jason's room and played a level of Sonic, scoring more points than Jason and Eric combined. "Good job." Eric spoke confidently. I looked up at him and smiled a 'thank you.' I was snapped from my reverie with Jason yelling. "Get out of here, fatass." I guess he was upset that I beat him. I still to this day don't know his reasoning. And honestly I don't care to know. All I know is that I was humiliated and felt like a million bucks when Eric said, "Shut up Jason. Don't talk to her like that."

Eric never knew just how much I appreciated those few brief words. That didn't however, stop me from balling my eyes out into my pillow and eating away my sorrows. Eric flirted with me a few times as I grew up, even though I was fat. But never for a second did I ever let myself think that he could like me. Being 5'5 and weighing over 200 pounds never let me like someone. I was too embarrassed.

Eric and Jason were turning 18 and graduating high school when I finally confronted my feelings for him. He was leaving and I was upset and felt alone. Gran had a party for them at the house and we invited all of our friends and family over. For some reason Eric's didn't come at all. I always wondered about his family. But after so long, it just seemed like he was a part of ours.

Eric went to LSU and Jason went to the community college there. Eric studied pre-law from what I heard and Jason was just lucky to pass his classes. Eric and Jason came home to Bon Temps the summer after their sophomore year of college. I was so happy to see Eric and he seemed the same way, because as soon as he saw me and hugged me around my chunky waist and kissed my cheek. "It's so great to see you Sook." I spoke softly, "You too, Eric." He let go of me to go hug my Gran but I could still feel his lips burning on my cheek. I excused myself to the bathroom and I cried because I had fallen in love with Eric and we would never be together. That month of Eric being back was wonderful and we spent a lot of time together, but it seemed more brother sister than anything. I knew he wasn't attracted to me. And how could he be? I hated myself even though everyone said that there was nothing wrong with the way I looked. Eric never came back with Jason the next summer or the summer after they graduated and I graduated high school. I waited for him and Jason all summer, wanting to show off my long golden hair and tan. I may have been fat, but I always tried to find things I liked about myself.

I graduated high school at the top of my class and even though I wasn't involved in many extracurricular activities, my AP classes and 4.6 GPA, and the fact that I was valedictorian got me into Yale and a lot of scholarships that paid for my tuition. I never came home during the summers. I stayed at school and started a project called: "Losing Weight." So that's probably why everyone back in Bon Temps was so surprised when I came back a size 6.

There you have it. Review because I want to know if I should continue or not. Thank youuu!