Ok guys, this is a short little story, about 7 chapters that is based on a chain mail. I have no Idea who wrote the original little poem, but I will post it as the last (eight) chapter so all of you can read it. Meredith and Derek belong to Shonda Rhimes

He walked slowly, crunching on the wet grass covered in a light morning dew. The early sun had just barely began to rise, its light reflecting off of the fog that filled the cool air. His head was drawn down to the floor, listening attentively to the woman walking next to him, he shoved his cold hands deep into his pockets, watching closely as my breath escaped his mouth. She walked carefully along a large, long log next to him, watching as she put one step in front of the other, in attempt not to fall. Her arms were held out to either side, ensuring her safety, as she held a friendly conversation with her best friend. She looked from her warm, but muddy boots down to him once in awhile, glancing back to see every footprint that he left in the lucious green grass.

"But then he said that he didn't want to go!" She exclaimed excitedly, finishing the story that had been going on for quite some time. He laughed lightly at the comical tale, nodding his head lightly. Looking up at her, he marveled at how she was so careful and dainty. He knew that they were only friends, but he couldn't help but feel more for the beautiful woman that he had become accustomed to seeing everyday. Reaching the end of the log, he pulled one hand out of his pocket, stretching it out to meet her as she slightly lost balance. Quickly jumping off, she ran into him, laughing. "Brrrr, it's so cold this morning!" She said, wraping her small arms around her delicate body.

"Thats because its winter," he said smartly, looking down at her, smiling.

"Oh, don't be such a smart ass." She joked, hitting his arm, "I can't believe that its already almost time to go back to school! New Years is tonight, then the weekend, thats it!" She pouted, throwing her scarf back over her shoulder, shoving her hands down into her pockets as though to mimic him. "You ready for school?"

He pauses for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. She watches as his breath melds with the air, wating for his response, "Sure, why not? We're sophmores, only got two more years, then we are off to college."

A long, and rather uncomfortable silence taunts them. Her light facial expressions tell him that something is wrong; over their lifetime, he had come to know every possible face that she could make -- when she wanted to be cute, she would crunch her nose up and smile, when she was really angry, her mouth would drop open, and she would place her hands on her hips. Everytime she was being sarcastic, she would give a fake half-smile and roll her eyes, and when she wanted to make him melt, all she did was look at him and give the sweetest smile that you had ever seen. Rather than asking what was wrong, he let her get her thoughts in order as they proceeded to walk in the woods nearby. "Derek. . ." she said softly, almost asking a question. He knew that she was upset, but he hadn't know noticed that she was on the verge of tears. The now almost fully risen sun made her tears shine and glimmer, almost as if small crystals, as they stuck to the inside of her eyes. Stopping, he placed his hand on her elbow, urging her to face him. She stopped, leaved breaking under her boots as she turned around, "Derek, are we always going to be best freinds, you know, even after we go to college?"

He smiled, how could she be upset about such a simple question? He pulled her a little bit closer and wiped the stray tear from her cheek, "Of course Mer, of course we are."

"Thanks Derek, you truley are my best friend," she kissed him on the cheek quickly, "Come on, lets go home." All he wanted to do at that point was take her into his arms and tell her, he wanted to tell her that he didn't want to be just friends, that he loved her, but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.