Wake up. She has to wake up. Meredith quickly opens her eyes and starts to look around. She stands up and wraps a blanket around herself. She looks down at the naked man on the floor. She grabs a pillow and drops it right down on his ass. He is startled and opens his eyes slowly. He picks up her panties off of the floor and she snatches them from his hands. She throws his pants at him.
He speaks up, "This is…uh…"
"… humiliating on so many levels. You have to go." She stands there with a sheepish grin on her face trying to cover up as much as she could. She didn't quite know why. They did have sex after all.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, but seriously you have to go. We're late which isn't what you want to be on your first day of work, so…" She tapers off as he stands up and begins to put his pants on.
"So you actually live here?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Yes. Kind of."
"Oh. It's nice. So how do you kinda live here?"
"I moved 2 weeks ago from Boston. It was my mother's house. I'm selling it."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You said was."
"Oh my mother's not dead. She's … you know what? We don't have to do the thing."
He looks at her confused. "What thing?"
"You know, the thing. Exchange the details, pretend we care. Look I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower. Okay and when I get back down here, you won't be here. So … um … goodbye … uh …"
"George." He extends his hand to shake hers.
She shakes his hand. "George. Right, Meredith."
George smiles, "I remember your name, Meredith."
Meredith smiles back. "Right."
"I'll see you at the hospital."
"Uh goodbye, George." She turns around and runs up the stairs.
Slowly opening her eyes Izzie begins to look around at her surroundings. These are surroundings she is unfamiliar with. Panic begins to set in. What did she do last night? An image of that guy at the mixer who was flirting with her kept flashing in her mind. Oh god, she didn't go home with him did she? She looks down at the bed next to her as she sits up and there he lies. Shit. She has to get out of there. She has to shower. She has to get ready for work. She slowly gets out of the bed and begins picking up her clothing from the floor.
She gets half way to the door when she hears him clear his throat. She grimaces and slowly turns around. He is now sitting up in his bed. "Leaving so soon?" he says with a cocky tone in his voice.
"I have to shower."
"I have a shower here. We could shower together to save time." He suggestively raises his eyebrows at her. She wonders what about him ever made her actually go home with him.
"No…thanks…really." She opens the door and leaves.
He calls after her, "See you later!" He smirks to himself and stands up to shower.
Alone. He is almost used to waking up alone. Without her. Without his wife…ex-wife. The divorce had been finalized 2 weeks prior. He had to leave. He couldn't be on the same coast as her anymore. It hurt too much. All the memories they shared. All the places they went to together. He couldn't face them, not without her. It hurt too much. He had to leave. He had to leave to get away from the pain. The pain she caused him. They pain his best friend caused him. Seattle brought him something new. Seattle brought him her.
The woman at the mixer. He was drawn to her by her beauty. Her smile. Her laugh. Her everything. He had only talked to her for a brief moment but in that moment he learned that she is different from any other woman he had ever met. Before her he never believed in love at first sight. He didn't think he could even love again, not after what Addison had done to him. He lies awake staring at the ceiling of his trailer. He thinks he loves her. He would see her today. He will tell her how he feels. Or at least he will ask her out.