Yes. I'm aware I need help (: I've been MIA for awhile now because things have been rough here ): But, I'm moving on from that and starting over. I'm going to pick up Weightless again, but I have to find the flash drive I saved it on because nothing's on my computer. Yup. Read; Review; Enjoy (:
Black Sheep. It could be such a confusing term, but simple at the same time. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines the phrase as a disfavored or disreputable member of a group. The Random House dictionary defines it as a person who causes shame or embarrassment because of deviation for the accepted standards of his or her group. In plain English? It meant she didn't belong.
No, it wasn't because of her mix of pink, black, and honey blonde hair. Nor was it the fact that she only like shopping at PacSun. It was the fact that she was the complete opposite from every member of her family. She wasn't into label's like her two younger sisters. She absolutely hated the way Law worked and that was all her older brother, father, and step-mother talked about.
Maybe that was it, lack of her mother in her life. She left right after she had given birth to her daughter. That probably wasn't it either though, because her brother was just like the rest of them. She had no one to relate to in her family.
"Am I picking you up?"
"Maybe," Meredith Grey laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling. "Let me go ask, okay?" She put her phone down on her bed and slowly headed downstairs.
Honestly, this house was way to big. You could probably get lost if you didn't know where you were going. The only positive to it was the fact that she could be in her room on the phone and no one would hear her conversations.
"Are we doing anything tonight?" Meredith sat on the counter in her kitchen as her father was sitting at the table looking over a file.
"Don't sit on the counter, Meredith," Thatcher glanced up as she rolled her eyes before sliding to the floor. "What are you planning?"
"I was going to go hang out with a friend tonight," She ran a hand through her hair and Thatcher looked at her, waiting for a name. "Derek Shepherd, you met him once."
He let out a sigh. "The dirtbiker?" Thatcher shook his head. "That is a waste of time, Meredith. You should be focusing on school, not on a sport where you go around in circles. It's pointless and wont get you anywhere."
"I never said we were going to ride. We're just hanging out. Please? For a few hours? I'll be back by eleven."
"Fine. Answer your phone if I call you," Thatcher called after her, but she was already halfway up the stairs.
"When's the soonest you can get here?" She smiled into the phone.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," He laughed and then hung up the phone. Meredith pulled on a pair of jeans and a gray sweatshirt that had Fox Racing Company written across the chest.
Meredith put on a little bit of eyeliner on and was halfway done with straightening her hair when her door opened. "Do you know how to knock?"
"Your hair makes you look easy," Molly said sitting on Meredith's bed.
"You're fourteen, Molly. Don't tell me what makes me look easy." Meredith rolled her eyes at her little sister. "And that miniskirt is completely conservative, Molly."
"It's my cheerleading uniform. I have to wear it." She glared at her.
"Sure." Meredith unplugged her straightening iron and shoved her cell phone in her pocket. "Knock before you walk into my room, good?"
Meredith stood by the door indicating for Molly to leave. She just shrugged and walked down the hall into her own room. Meredith walked downstairs again and was out the door.
"Hey," She smiled after she got into her best friends car. "I really don't like my dad at the moment."
"Do you ever?" He laughed. "What did he do this time?"
"Oh, apparently, he doesn't like he hanging out with you because riding is just a waste of time." Meredith grumbled. "Oh, and my sister called me easy."
"Isn't she a cheerleader?"
"That would be correct," Meredith laughed. "Where are we going?"
"Mark's house. His parents are gone for the weekend so a bunch of people are riding at his house then we'll probably hang out by the pool."
"I just have to be home around eleven." Meredith sighed. "Stupid rules in my opinion."
"You're sixteen. It's parents' jobs' to make sure there teenager isn't allowed to have a life." Derek smirked as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh so mister, I'm nineteen, I have no rules feels powerful now?" She raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded. "We'll see if you still feel powerful when I accidentally throw you in the pool later."
"Baby, you weight like ninety pounds, it's not going to happen."
"That's what you think. I can get aggressive, Derek." She explained to him a another smirk spread across his lips. "Not what I meant!"
"I know you want me," He laughed. "But talking about getting aggressive? Now that's kind of mean."
"You're such and asshole," Meredith couldn't help but smile as they pulled into Mark Sloan's driveway. She loved being with her friends and would give anything for moments like these to never end.
A/N: By the way i ahve absolutely nothing against cheerleaders, riding, or dying your hair. I, personally, ride and dye my hair 24/7 (:
