Fang Banger{True Blood{18+}

Stay Away From Him!!

Here's the next chapter, thank you for alot of reads, I appreciate it.
I love this show and am glad to make stories for those who love Godric and Eric equally too.

Song mentioned in chapter above.
I don't like country music of today.
Artists I do like in country.
1:} Johnny Cash
2:Shania Twain (her old stuff)
3:} Toby Keith (Never liked his song about 9/11, I had bad juju from it I don't know why)
4:}Alan Jackson

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The next morning I was laying in the sun, me wearing my one piece purple and gold swimsuit, and I put sunbathing oil on me, and I just got done having a hearty breakfast of eggs, waffles, and turkey bacon, and now I'm basking in the rays.
The sun was warming my skin, and it felt nice, that is until I heard booming music approach my apartment, and I peek up from my shades, and see Lafayette pulling up into my driveway behind my car in his purple Cadillac.
He turned his engine off, and gets out.
"Hookah, you gonna turn into bacon if you keep laying there!
Let's have a drink!"

I sit up, pulling my shades up, and tell him.
"I'm underage Lafayette."

"That never stopped yas before.
Remember I gave yas ya first whiskey at thirteen."
He smirked at me and I sigh, me laying back down, and pull my shades back in order.

"Go away."
I wave him off.

He sat next to me, and I pull my shades off, and I fold them, and stick one arm of the sunglasses between my cleavage, to stick to me.
"Hookah, I know ya were doin googly eyes at Eric Fuckin Northman, and let me's tell yas, that he tortured me for weeks, and I will not let the blonde bitch ever touch yas."
He gave me a warning look, him poking my chubby stomach.

I smack his hand away.
"Don't do that!"

"Ya got more meat on you than last time I saw yas."
Lafayette says to me.

"Well thanks for calling me fat!"
I glare at him.

"Ya not fat, ya still beautiful."
Lafayette smiled at me.

"Don't say what you said then!
I got picked on alot in school for being this size!"
I complain to him.

"Sorry cuz, I didn't know."
Lafayette gave me a sympathetic look.

"It's fine."
I tell him, me sighing in a frustrated way.
"It was back home."

"Still sorry.
Have yas eaten?"
He asked me.

"Yeah.
Not too long ago."
I tell him.
"I don't eat pork, because I don't like it remember."

"Oh yeah.
Yas never liked pork since we were kids."
He gave me a thoughtful look.
Then he says to me.
"How long have ya been out in the sun?"

"Only ten minutes.
I planned on going inside soon."
I tell him.

"Yas should inside now, cause ya are lookin a little cooked."
He says to me.

I look down at my inner thighs and legs, and they were turning tan, and if I'm out in the sun longer than that, then I'll burn bad.
I stand up, and say to him as I grabbed the towel I was laying on.
"Come inside and I'll give you a beer."
I tell him.

"I thought ya don't drink?"
He asked me.

"I keep them for guests, and I never touch them.
I told the person I bought them from I was twenty one.
He didn't ask questions."
I say to him.

"You look your age to me."
Lafayette says to me, him looking confused, and we step into my home, and the cool air conditioning felt so good on my skin.