This is my second GA fanfic, and my first non one-shot one. I appreciate any comments, good or bad, but please only constructive critisism, I'd love to know what people really think of my writing.

Anyway, I got the idea from watching Grease and High School Musical, but please don't let that put you off! (It's also not a musical)

Enjoy!

She understood the theory behind it. Since the conference was during the school holidays, parents could bring their kids along and leave them in the 'kids club', but that didn't explain why she was there. Sure last time her mom left her home alone she threw a party and wrecked three carpets, but that didn't mean she should have to waste 5 days of her precious summer break surrounded by the bratty little children of her mother's fellow surgeons. Meredith Grey did not do kid's clubs. And yet here she was.

An hour, one hour out of the long 25 that stretched ahead of her was gone. She'd spent it tattooing swirly patterns up her arm with a magic marker. Her mom would hate it, but she didn't care.

Suddenly she found her attention being caught by another group of 'kids' entering the room. A boy, her age, followed by 4 girls, each progressively younger. He wasn't really her type, she preferred bad boys, the type who rode motorcycles and had scars not the type of guy who'd ever be caught dead in a kids club. Not that she usually would.

Derek Shepherd could feel eyes on the back of his neck, but he didn't turn around. He was used to being watched, teased and taunted by other kids, cooler kids. Kids like the girl with the pink hair who was currently sitting in the corner burning holes into his neck with her eyes. He knew he wasn't great looking; he was slightly chubby with a large, crooked nose from where he broke it falling off his bike. The only thing he truly liked was his hair; it was thick and dark, just like his fathers had been. According to his mother he had the type of face that would be very handsome when he was older, he just needed time to grow into it and lose some of his baby-fat.

So maybe he wasn't her usual type, but she was stuck here for five days, and she'd never see him again. In her mind it made sense that she might as well make the experience as pleasant as possible. For both of them.

Derek had been busy organising his sisters, so when he looked around he was surprised to see the girl had gone, but at a second glance he realised she was walking towards him. He gulped, things like this happened a lot, but his sisters had never had to witness it, and he didn't want to now. Pushing himself off the floor he headed over to where the girl was, mentally preparing himself for whatever comment she might make.

"Meredith Grey," she stated, sticking her hand out towards him. He blinked and stood silent, that wasn't what he was expecting at all. "Hello? Are you even listening to me?" He knew he had to answer before she decided her was mentally subnormal.

"Derek Shepherd" he replied, shaking her hand in his own.

They stood in silence for a few moments.

"So," Meredith paused. "You wanna blow this popsicle stand?"

Derek glanced over at his sisters; he'd promised his mom that he'd keep an eye on them. Meredith followed his eyes.

"Aww come on, I'm sure they'll be fine here for a few hours."

He knew he should stay, but he hadn't wanted to come in the first place, and if this girl was asking him to hang out with her, he was more than willing.

"Sure."

"Awesome. We're not allowed to leave until our parents collect up, but it's only a short drop from the big window, and then we're free."

Derek stared at her as if she was insane. "You want to climb… out of a window?"

"No, I want to jump out of a window. It's much easier. Come on, don't be a pussy. I do it all the time at home!"

Somewhat reluctantly, Derek followed her over to the window and watched as she dropped to the ground, landing on her feet as gracefully as a cat. Seeing the 'leaders' of the kids club look in his direction, he hurriedly scrambled out the window, fell the short drop and landed somewhat painfully on his butt. After a moment he struggled to his feet. They were free.