A/N: Hello again! Now, my other story, The Fake Boyfried has been put on hold for a while until I can figure out where that is going. But in the meanwhile enjoy this story. I've written a few chapters about just certian words basically. I got thif edema from this post on tumblr: Fillmyaskbox. Tumblr post/34133809547/send-me-a-word-and-i-will-write-a-drabble-with-our Now, I won't be doing all of them on the list but I've selected a few I like. The first chapter is kind of short but the others will be longer I promise. Also, the definitions for these word I'm getting from that post. Maybe I should double check if they actually mean that but I'm lazy so sorry.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck," Meredith exclaimed before kicking a near by wall. "Fuck!" She yelled clutching her now throbbing foot from pain. "Shit fucking shit. Goddamn!" She finished then slumped on the ground holding her head in her hands.
A few yards away leaning against the door frame was a one Brian Holden, he couldn't help but smile softly watching the whole scene play out. It was rather amusing, even though he knew she was hurting. "Hey Mere, are you okay?," He asked walking towards her.
"What?" Meredith's head snapped up. "Brian? how long have you been there?"
"Just answer my question, what's wrong?" he said kneeling down next to her.
"I fucking screwed up big time, Bri. I lied...I played a dangerous game. I pretended to like a guy and dated him to make another jealous. I feel dirty. And now, I had to tell the other guy and he got pissed. And It didn't even work." Meredith said and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Don't worry, alright? Everything's going to be fine in the end. We all make mistakes." He said and pulled her into a hug. He stroke her hair softly as she cried and couldn't help but wonder who it was she was trying to make jealous. It had obviously worked on him. But he'd never say it.
Meredith's crying slowly came to an end. She just sat there, feeling comfort in the arms of the man she was in love with. But he wouldn't ever notice her. They would just be friends. Only friends. That hurt her the most. "Thanks, Bri. You're a really good friend."