A/N: This is my first A/H FF, so bear with me. Many of you have gone to reunions and many of you youngsters have your first to look forward to. This is my idea of Sookie and Eric meeting again after ten years.

Chapter 1: The Invitation.

Sookie:

There it was in my e-mail "Class of 1990 Ten Year Reunion." I just didn't realize that it had been that long since I graduated from Bon Temps High School. I had no friends to speak of and I rarely spoke. I never went on a date…oh I looked at the boys, especially one in particular….but I was invisible. My teachers loved me because I excelled in every subject and I was quiet and well behaved. My life was uncomplicated and I really didn't mind the solitude that came along with having no friends. I had one friend, Tara, but she was more social and looked forward to school dances and football games. She tried to get me to go with her, but I knew I would be out of my element, so I always told her I had to take care of Gran and I didn't have time for such things. That part was not a lie. My Gran took me in when my parents died and now it was my turn to take care of her. She had broken her hip during my freshman year and never healed well. She was unable to do the housework and yard work, so I would do all that after school, plus work into the wee hours on my homework.

Gran would always try to get me to go out with Tara and asked me if I had made any new friends at school. I just lied and told her I had lots of new friends and usually hung out with them during lunch and a little bit after school. I didn't want her to think I was a loser, so little white lies always made her feel better about the amount of work I had put upon my shoulders.

Right after I graduated from high school, Gran had a heart attack and died. She left me the farmhouse and surprisingly had quite a bit of money saved. Along with the money there was a letter telling me that she was going to send me to college and that this money was my college fund. She said she loved and respected me more than any other person she had ever had the privilege of knowing. I hadn't planned on going to college right after high school, but since Gran was gone I really had nothing left for me here and wanted to make something of myself. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life I just wanted to help children. I had been sexually abused by my uncle, Gran's brother Bartlett, when I was eight years old. My uncle never had sex with me, but he touched me between my legs and told me I would be his when I got older. My Gran put a stop to it after I cried to her one day, but I feared men after that and would have benefited by seeing a therapist. So, becoming a child psychologist seemed like a profession that would not only give me closure with my past, perhaps I would be able to help other children with their pain.

I decided to attend LSU because it was close enough to the farmhouse so I could come home on weekends. During the week I stayed in the dorm and met the most exciting girl named Pam Ravenscroft. Her mother was Swedish and her father was an American businessman and she came from New Orleans. She told me I was the most pathetic creature she had ever laid eyes on. It didn't hurt my feelings because I totally agreed with her. I never learned to dress like the girls did in school. The popular girls pretty much ignored me because I was not a threat, so I was afraid that if I made an attempt to dress more feminine or wear my blonde hair down, they would tease me for trying. I chose invisible and that suited me just fine.

Pam's goal our freshman year was to remake Sookie. She gave me a complete make over and to my surprise, I wasn't that bad looking. She told me I needed to stop pulling my hair into a sloppy bun or ponytail and just let it fall down in waves. I had very thick, wavy blonde hair and it hung to my waist. Pam said that the color was very beautiful and I should be proud to wear it down and not to be lazy anymore. Then we went shopping and bought all new clothes. She threw away my baggy jeans and sweatshirts. We bought skinny jeans, lots of shorts and tank tops. I had always loved sundresses, so we went to Victoria's Secret and bought some really cute ones along with really hot bras and thongs. Pam couldn't get over how I had stayed a virgin through high school because I had the most beautiful breasts she had ever seen and if I had been gay like her, we would probably be a couple right now. After the first time she made me over, she wanted to see how the men at our local hang out reacted. We had been there many times before and I never got even a nod from the guys there. After my make over, Pam was very pleased that I got hit on ten times that first night and the guys who usually ignored me, wouldn't leave me alone. Pam helped me with my self-confidence issues and I will be forever grateful that she was in my life during college. We were best friends and without her friendship, I would still be nerdy, mousy, self-conscience Sookie.

After we graduated from college, she decided to go to Sweden to live with her mother and I told her I loved her and if I had been gay, she would have been my first choice as a lover and partner. I was a hopeless romantic and definitely loved the thought of Prince Charming coming to sweep me off my feet. However, I continued with my fear of men and hoped that my chosen profession would help me get over that fear.

I do have hormones and I do have erotic dreams but that is all they are…dreams and I would never know how to act on them. The strange thing is the star of all of my dreams is Eric Northman, one of the most beautiful boys who ever walked this earth. He was a football and basketball star and dated every popular girl in high school. He was of Swedish descent and stood about 6'4". His hair was long and blonde and his eyes were so blue a girl could very well drown in them. He was really smart, but didn't want everyone to think he was a nerd like me, so he never bragged about his GPA or being in honors classes. He never acted stupid to blend in with his friends, he just quietly attended most of the honors classes and that is where we first became friendly. I say friendly, because as soon as the bell rang, whatever we had in class was gone.

Eric moved to Bon Temps in the middle of our sophomore year and he seemed kind of shy when he entered my biology class. Since it was an honors class, it was very small. There were many seats available for him to sit, but he chose to sit beside me. My heart did flip flops because he was so beautiful and kept staring at me. I couldn't bring myself to look at him for fear I would chase him away after he got a good look at me. I had no reason to believe anyone as beautiful as him would even give me the time of day, but I found out otherwise. Since he sat right by me we were lab partners and because we had to work together, to my surprise we actually hit it off. We worked well together and both were very proud of our accomplishments. He had the craziest sense of humor and we were constantly getting into trouble giggling. We had many of the same interests and could carry on a conversation for as long as the class lasted. He was my friend during class, but when the class was over, I was the nerd and he was the cool hunk that all the girls threw themselves at.

I remember the last day of our senior year and we had just finished Government class. Eric had just told me the raunchiest joke and we were both cracking up. He put his hand on the small of my back and my lower region became hot and wet. That was the closest I had ever came to heaven and the electricity that came from that little touch makes me hot to this day. As soon as we reached the door to enter the hall two beautiful cheerleaders got on either side of him and grabbed his arms to walk with him to his next class. He looked back over his shoulder at me and had such a sad look on his face. I didn't know how to interpret that look, but I had the same sad look on my face. That was the last day of our senior year and I never got the opportunity to talk to him again. Probably for the better, I knew there was no future for me with someone as beautiful as Eric, but we did share some moments and I will forever be grateful for the attention he gave me. I heard he went away to California to Stanford or Berkeley or one of those schools.

I earned my masters degree in psychology and decided to work for the county to help abused children through their trauma. It had been so rewarding I decided to go back and get my doctorate, but had not saved up enough money to survive without working. I love my work, but I tend to bring the problems of the children home with me and have had many bad dreams worrying about my cases. For now I'll just try to think about that stupid ten year reunion and try to figure out what to wear. I wish Pam hadn't left for Sweden, because I could sure use her help.

The e-mail invitation to my reunion asked that we confirm our attendance on line and how many would be attending. The names of all who had confirmed their attendance were listed. It seemed like most of the class would be attending and most of them would be coming with a guest. That's okay. I have matured so much since I left Bon Temps that I can handle any situation now. I didn't notice Eric's name on the list. He probably won't be there and if he does come I am sure he has a beautiful wife with two or three children and I am still a pathetic virgin.

Eric:

What is this we have here, "Class of 1990 Ten Year Class Reunion." Shit I didn't realize it had already been ten years since I left that pathetic high school. I say pathetic because my parents forced me to move to that God Forsaken town when I was a sophomore in high school. My father owned many businesses and decided to establish an office in the town of Shreveport, Louisiana.

Father had formed an investment company while still in Sweden and he eventually moved us to San Francisco when I was ten. We were very wealthy and I attended the best private schools. I was smart and was always at the top of my class. As I got older I grew very tall and also excelled at basketball and football. The schools my parents sent me to were never co-ed, so when my hormones kicked in I found myself attracted to anything that wore a skirt. I finally went to high school and 'Thank the Gods' it was co-ed. I became popular with the ladies very quickly and by the beginning of my sophomore year I had pretty much fucked every pretty face in the school. I never went steady with any of them because that would put a crimp in my style. When I look back now, it astounds me that none of the girls I had relations with were virgins. I had started screwing them when I was 15 and they had more experience than me. Now that I am an adult, I know I would never want my daughter to act like they did. I was a virgin and they pretty much seduced me.

In the middle of my sophomore year my father announced that we would be moving to Bon Temps, Louisiana. He was tired of city living and had purchased a huge estate in a very rural back woods town. He was going to set up his office in Shreveport, but I would be attending public high school in Bon Temps. "How the fuck could he do that to me!" The people who lived there were probably all inbred degenerates and I certainly did not look forward to the move. At the time I was very mad and that was how I felt. Once again I look back at how high handed and stuck up I must have been.

My first day at school was weird, because I had always attended private schools and wore a uniform. My dad let me buy a whole new wardrobe and I have to admit I looked hot. To my surprise there were quite a few lovely females to have my way with and I soon became the most popular boy in school. I made the best of a bad situation, but still could not forgive my father for moving me here. The girls were all mindless floosies and I never approached one of them. They were the instigators and I just happily went along fur the ride. This, however, made me wonder what had happened to the good girls in the world. The ones that looked like an angel and had a mind; the ones that you could actually be friends with and talk to. Instead most of the girls in this small town threw themselves at me and my hormones took advantage of them.

I have to admit that one girl stood out and to this day I still think of her. I wonder if she is happy and if she found someone. Since it was the middle of the school year, my first day of school was confusing because I didn't know my way around. Because of my grades, I was put in all honors classes and pretty much figured that they would be full of the pocket protecting nerds that I had gotten to know in my previous schools. When I finally found my biology class I received a lot of attention from the boys and girls as I looked for a seat. One girl did not look at me and that was where I chose to sit. She continued to look down and not at me. I, however, checked her out and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Even in San Francisco I had met none that could compare to this girls natural beauty. From what I could observe without looking her directly in the face which she kept hidden from me, she wore jeans that were not tight and a baggy sweater. Her hair was the most beautiful golden blonde and she had it pulled up in a tight ponytail. I wanted to grab her rubber band and release that beautiful hair and run my fingers through it. I wanted to grab her sweater and unwrap the package and see what delectable surprises she had for me hidden beneath those baggy clothes. But, to no avail she chose not to look at me. Perhaps she was gay and she did not like men such as me. I didn't care, I would change her and she would grow to love what I could do to her. My mind went crazy imagining the things I could do to her and I found I looked forward to that class every day. My previous biology classes were so much more advanced than this one, but I didn't want everyone to think me a nerd, so I just settled to review. After about a week we began our lab work and since the beautiful blonde angel next to me was made my lab partner, she was forced to interact with me and I was in heaven. She had the most beautiful natural face. There was not a trace of make up on her eyes or cheeks or full pouty lips. Her eyes were the most beautiful blue green and she was very smart and not ashamed to show it. We worked well together and managed to get an A+ in honors biology. The other thing we managed to do was become friends. We liked the same music and read the same books. I could never speak of books to other girls, because the majority of them did not know what I was talking about. We had so much to talk about I almost forgot that I wanted to make passionate love to her. Yes….I did not want to just fuck her I wanted to worship her and make her scream my name. I also found she loved my nasty jokes and had the cutest giggle. We spent the rest of the year enjoying each others company in class, but as soon as the bell rang we went our separate ways. That continued through our senior year. It was the last day of school and we had just finished our Government class and I just told her the raunchiest joke. I touched her back as we walked toward the door and it felt so right to touch her. She was warm through those baggy clothes and I just knew she was hiding something worth waiting for under there. I was going to ask her if she wanted to go somewhere after school and have a soda or something, but before I could open my mouth two bitches grabbed me and escorted me to my next class. I never got to talk to her again and it saddened me very much.

I had asked some of the guys in my classes about her after that first meeting in biology class, but they didn't seem to know much about her. They just said that her name was Sookie Stackhouse and her parents died when she was young. She lived with her sick grandmother and most of her time away from school was spent taking care of her. They just said she was really, really smart but didn't go to any school functions and as far as they had heard never went out with the guys at school. I had found out that our estate was close to her grandmother's farm. Through the years I was always tempted to drive by there and just hang out with her. She always told me she had tons of work to do at home because her grandmother had broken her hip and never recovered. I wanted to help her with her burden, I wanted to sit on her couch with her head on my lap and watch our favorite movies together. I wanted to comfort her when her Gran died, but I never did any of those things and I regret very much that I never told her how much I cared for her.

I got to move back to California and I was in heaven. I went to Berkeley and got my masters in business. My dad wanted me to take over his companys and his health was failing. Even while I was in college I never found another person that I cared for as much as Sookie. I fucked my way through hundreds of girls and still felt unfulfilled. I never found a woman that I felt comfortable with or that I felt like I wanted them to stay more than one night. I was a lonely, pathetic manwhore and really did not enjoy my life.

The e-mail invitation to my reunion asked that we confirm our attendance on line and how many would be attending. The names of all who had confirmed their attendance were listed. It seemed like most of the class would be attending and most of them would be coming with a guest. I didn't notice Sookie's name on the list. She probably won't be there or if she does come, she will probably bring her husband. I am sure she is happily married with two or three babies. I missed my chance because of my stupidity. I will just have to live with it. My father needs me to come to Shreveport during the time of the reunion, so I guess I can put my name on the list.

A/N: Next chapter "The Reunion". I know I have gone to quite a few reunions and it is really amazing to see how people change. I just thought that our two favorite characters should attend their ten year reunion and get pleasantly surprised. This will be a short FF, maybe three chapters at the most. Hope you like it.