a/n: i know, i know, i've been gone for a million and one days, and on top of all that, i don't have an update on any of my currently incomplete stories. can i just say i'm sorry? for one, writer's block is a bitch (which continues to plague my stories to this very day), and on top of that, stupid new ideas keep coming to me (this is the one really persistent one, and is the one i couldn't keep at bay). i would just like to excuse myself from the throwing of sharp objects, if you don't mind. my excuses include: term paper, finals, homework, sleep deprivation, christmas, the twenty-five days of christmas on abc family (damn you, cheesy yet strangely lovable holiday movies!!), season one of NCIS being played on usa network, this story, a story being written for a friend (with various bodily harm threatened, should said story not be finished), and the fact that due to the above reasons, i am an emotional fuzzball. anyways, i'm truly sorry for all of this. hopefully i should have more on the other stories soon, but no promises.
extra tidbit note thing: this is a little different than the stuff i usually write. i watched eloise at christmastime (see aforementioned cheesy yet strangely lovable holiday movies) and my muse just went crazy. let's just say there were definite alarm bells and possibly some fireworks set off. anyways (i've noticed i say that word far too many times), basically, it's Addison's much younger sister's POV around the time Derek and Addison got married, only because i am an addex shipper all the way, i'm sticking alex into the mix, hopefully to form a rather cheery, but still halfway decent addex story.
disclaimer: i own neither grey's anatomy nor eloise at christmastime (not that the latter has anything to do with the story really. although i suppose i did steal eloise's greeting, if you tilt your head very slightly)
Hello! My name is Audrey, and I'm ten. My full name is Audrey-Faith Forbes Montgomery, with the hyphen and everything. I don't know why my parents named me that, but I hate the Faith part so I just go by Audrey.
Do you want to hear something wonderful? My older sister, Addison, is getting married! She's much older than me, you know. Her fiancé is this guy from New York, and he's very handsome. His name is Derek. Derek Shepherd. He's okay, for a guy, I guess. Sometimes when he comes to visit me and Mom and Daddy, he brings me candy or stuff like that. That's nice of him, especially because he remembers that I don't eat the brown M&Ms and when he brings me M&Ms, he'll wait for me to open them, and then he'll pick out all the brown ones. I like that.
Derek and my sister go to the same medical school. My sister's studying to be a doctor, you know. Actually, technically, she's studying to be a surgeon, but she tells me that that is basically the same thing, except that surgeons get to cut people open. That sounds disgusting, if you ask me. I don't know why she wants to be a doctor, because the doctor's office an evil place where they poke and prod you and make you open your mouth and say "AH!" And then when the nurses tell you to do that, they do it too, and they look really stupid. Nurses aren't too smart, if you ask me. I told my sister that once, and she said that I shouldn't say that because nurses are really smart and just because they aren't doctors doesn't make them any less better. She says that we have to respect nurses because they do all the hard work that doctors don't want to do. I still don't like them, no matter what she says. But I don't really like doctors either, so I don't know if that counts.
Anyways, my sister is getting married next month to Derek, and it's going to be the most wonderful, romantic thing ever. Everybody says so. They're getting married in New York City. My family used to live there until three years before I was born. Then we moved to Connecticut. My sister apparently hated the move and tried to run away. She was only eleven, but that still surprises me, because Addison would never ever run away. Ever. But she tried apparently. She didn't get very far, though. Mom says that she got to the train station and then she had to call Daddy to come pick her up because her feet hurt and she forgot to get money, even though she had everything else. She left her wallet on her dresser. I don't get why she would want to run away. I've lived in Connecticut my whole life, and I love it lots. But Addison loves New York City, so she and Derek are getting married there in this beautiful old church right near her old, old school, and then they're going to move there, because Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd live there, and also on account of my sister loving it there so much.
But I have to go now, because I can hear Mom calling me to dinner, and I still have to wash my hands, because I was playing outside until just now, and if Mom saw the dirt underneath my fingernails, she would just about die of a stroke. And I don't want to give Mom a stroke.
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Hurray! Me and Addison and all the bridesmaids are going to get fitted for our dresses! I'm the flower girl, even though I'm a little too old to be a really serious flower girl. Addison says I get to be the flower girl-slash-honorary bridesmaid, because I'm her sister, and I'm just that special, and she's not going to let other people tell her what to do at her wedding, because it's her wedding, for Pete's sake, and she's going to do what she feels like.
After we all get fitted, me and Addison go out to lunch, just us girls, as my Mom would say. Addison lets me order a soda to go with my burger and fries, which Mom never lets me do because she says that the sugar will set me bouncing off the walls. This is not true, I am very controlled. I just act like I'm bouncing off the walls to annoy Mom. That way she notices me. Right now, the only time I get noticed is when I'm being annoying. The rest of the time it's all Addison, Addison, Addison, wedding, wedding, wedding. And that's okay with me, because I want Addie's wedding to be the most amazing, wonderful, romantic thing ever because she's the best sister in the whole world.
After I finish my burger, I ask Addie if she's excited about getting married. She smiles and says she is, which is all fine and dandy, but she looks a little sad. "What's wrong?" I say.
"Nothing's wrong," she answers. "Absolutely nothing."
"Do you not want to marry Derek?" I ask.
"No, I do!" she tells me and shoots me a look that tells me I'd better be quiet. "It's just… it's a lot of stuff to think about."
"Oh."
"So I'm okay," she says.
Then I blurt out the one thing that has been on my mind the whole time. "Are you still going to come for Christmas when you're married?"
She looks surprised, like I shouldn't have even though of that. "Of course I am! Me and Derek will come and we'll have cinnamon rolls and candy canes, just like we always do."
"Okay, good," I say. I'm glad. Christmas without Addison wouldn't be the same. She's always the one who starts singing Christmas carols after dinner, and I don't know what I would do without those Christmas carols. She has such a pretty voice, and I love singing with her. Especially "Deck the Halls". I love that one because the chorus is so easy that anybody can sing it, even if they've never heard it before in their life. "And my birthday?"
"I still even make your birthday cake," she tells me. She gets up and slides into my side of the booth and hugs. "Just because I'm getting married doesn't mean I'm going to leave you, okay? I promise. We're going to stay together forever."
"Even when I grow up and go to college and get married?"
"Even then," she laughs. "I'm not letting you out of this sisterhood that easily, Missy May!" She calls me Missy May whenever she's joking about being strict.
"Okay, Madame March," I say, just like I always do when she calls me Missy May.
so that's it for chapter one. i have more written, so hopefully i can keep ahead with this story and actually post every now and again (while catching up on my other stories too... i know i owe you guys one. on the plus side, finals are this week, which definitely points to some MAJOR procrastination on my part). i am always glad to hear what my readers think! (ooh, i have readers! that actually makes me feel happy. which makes me kind of sad and pathetic. it's conundrums like this that turn me into an emotional fuzzball)
Merry Holiday Season!
-Juli-
