With trembling fingers, Meredith Grey lifted the delicate ivory paper off the kitchen table and read the bold black lettering for the ninth time since arriving in the mail that afternoon. It's not that she didn't expect it, because she knew it was coming. She didn't think it would have an effect on her, after all they hadn't dated in years.
McDreamy, her McDreamy was getting married and she was holding an invitation to the happiest day of his life in her tiny hands. A battle was waging within her, one part wanted to crumple it up and throw it in the trash. The more rational side told her that this was a part of remaining friends with him, something she told him she wanted. She would suck it up, plaster a smile on her face and watch him make vows to love, honor and cherish another woman, as his friend she owed him as much.
"Oh, you're not reading that again are you?" Cristina questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Meredith considered for a moment if it was even worth lying, Cristina would see right through it. "Okay I'm reading it again. Is it wrong that I'm feeling this way?"
"It's not wrong. It's pathetic. What you need to do is find a really hot date, go to that wedding and get over it already." Meredith knew she was right. "You might even get laid but if you break his penis, you're on your own this time." Break one penis and you never live it down. She shook her head.
"You're right." Picking the pen off the table, she marked the response card and shoved it into the envelope. "Now all I have to do is find a date." How hard could that be? She knew plenty of men, there was….uh. The truth was she hadn't been out with a man for a while. No problem, she could always take a friend. George, she'd ask George to go with her. Problem solved.
A/N: I know it's a short first chapter, but the next one is longer. I promise. Please R&R.