New drabble series based off of random bursts of ideas and A Fine Frenzy.
George walked into the small apartment, slamming the door shut as he came in, and plopped his bag down on the ground. A girl was sitting at the table, mindlessly eating a slice of presumably cold pizza as she skimmed through an outdated magazine.
"You were right," he said, now gaining the attention of one Lexie Grey.
"You were right. You helped me study, you fed me, you decorated my locker... and I didn't think to ask for you."
"George," Lexie dropped her half eated pizza, but he stopped her.
"No. You- you have been great and wonderful this whole time, and I've been wrapped up in becoming a resident that- I mean, never even thank you!" George said, walking up to the table.
Lexie almost rolled her eyes. He did thank her. When she got him to ask the chief if he could retake his exam. He also kissed her, but she doubted he even remembered that.
"I have been such a jerk, but you, no... you're not an idiot. I've been an idiot. I couldn't even see it..."
Giving up on listening to him, Lexie picked up her old magazine and continued reading it, despite the fact that the news in it was from three weeks ago. Perhaps it would have helped to listen to him ramble, because then she would know that residents aren't allowed to choose their interns, making it pointless for George to ask for her.
She briefly glanced up to see George turning around to walk away, and she gave a smug smile on the inside as she flipped the page. Within two seconds of the page being turned George had turned back around and pulled the magazine out of her hands, letting it fall to the floor.
"Hey," Lexie stood up, about to reach down for it, "what was-"
"Thank you," George said, after removing his lips from hers.
Lexie took a deep breath and gave an uncertain nod after receiving her second thank you and second kiss. Which then soon became a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, and she finally saw that it wasn't platonic.
Because I felt that George needed to redeem himself. I also felt the need to write mindless fluff.