Well this is my first GA fic so please read and review nicely. I guess that's it, enjoy!
Opens in a coffee shop were Meredith and Mark at a table.
Mark: So there's this party tonight.
Meredith: is that so.
Mark: you wanna go?
Meredith: where is it?
Mark: my friend's apartment. Birthday party.
Meredith: when?
Mark: I'll pick you up at 8:00.
Meredith: ok.
She scribbled down her address and phone number for him on a napkin.
Meredith: call if you get lost.
Mark: I will.
She smiled at him and stood up grabbing her bag and coat as she went.
At the party…
Music was blaring around a mass of drunken college students. The only person who wasn't wasted was the birthday boy.
Mark: Derek, what are you doing? It's your 21st birthday and you've had like one beer.
Derek: so, I have an exam tomorrow that I was planning on passing.
Mark: you are such a D.S.
Derek: What the hell is a D.S?
Mark: dedicated student.
Derek: you are so wasted.
Mark: tell me something I don't know!
Derek grabbed the empty beer bottle from his friend's hand and dropped it in a nearby trashcan. He noticed a girl leaning against a wall. She was dressed in all black. Black jeans, black lace cami with a black cardigan over it. She had pale skin though, and blonde hair, with stunning blue eyes. In her hand was a half empty tequila bottle. Derek walked up to her.
Derek: I haven't seen you around, are you new?
Meredith: What? Oh, I don't go here.
Derek: Where do you go?
Meredith: White Hill.
Derek: High school?
Meredith: That's the one.
Derek: How'd you get in here, you're in highschool!
Meredith: Some guy invited me.
Derek: Who?
Meredith: martin, no, Marshall…Michael…
Derek: mark?
Meredith: Mark! Mark's the one.
Derek: Figures. Come with me.
Meredith: Where we going?
He ignored her question and scanned the crowed of people for his best friend.
Derek: How old are you?
Meredith: 16 almost 17 Derek: you shouldn't be here.
He finally spotted Mark talking to a pretty brunette.
Derek: Mark!
Mark: yea?
Derek; You invited a 16 year old to MY birthday party?
Meredith; Almost 17.
Mark: No I didn't.
Derek: Remember her?
He pushed Meredith in front of him.
Mark: Oh yeah, hey babe.
Meredith: hey.
Mark: wanna dance?
Meredith: sure.
Derek: You both are wasted. I'm talking you home!
He grabbed Meredith's arm and began to lead her out of the room.
Meredith: ok. Bye Marshall!
Derek: It's mark.
Meredith: whatever. I'm Meredith by the way.
Derek: Derek. Let's get you some coffee.
He led the girl by her am out of the apartment and into a 24 hour Starbucks. He sat her down at a table and ordered him hot chocolate and her a large coffee. While waiting for the order to be filled he watched her. She was pretty, beautiful actually. Just the small fact that she was 16 and drunk. He paid for the drinks.
Derek: Drink, now.
Meredith: what is it?
Derek: coffee.
Meredith: oh, ok. Thanks.
They were silent for a while as Meredith nursed her coffee,
Meredith: Happy Birthday.
Derek: How do you know it's my birthday?
Meredith: because everyone I saw said it to you.
Derek: oh, well thanks. Why did you come?
Meredith: nothing better to do.
Derek: It's a Thursday night, I could think of a couple things. Meredith: like what?
Derek: homework, studying.
Meredith: are you a geek?
Derek: no, but you shouldn't be partying in the middle of the week.
Meredith: Why? I get straight A's anyways. I'm in all AP classes and I have almost a 5.0 gpa. I would have a 5, but that's impossible.
Derek: ...
Meredith: Shocking, I know. How could a girl like me possibly get good grades. Her mother is the only smart one in the family. You probably know my mother.
Derek: I don't think so.
Meredith: Ellis Grey. She works at Mercy East, owned by the same people as Mercy West actually. Strangely most people can't put two and two together. Derek: You're her daughter?
Meredith: No, I'm her son. You know what the only problem with tequila is?
Derek: What?
Meredith: Drink some coffee and it totally wears off. Do you have a number for a cab?
Derek: I can take you home.
Meredith: It's fine.
Derek: No, it's not. Cabs are dangerous at night for someone your age.
Meredith: im not a baby. Derek: Finish your coffee.
Meredith: you're not my mother, don't tell me what to do.
Derek: I am the guy hosting the party a minor got drunk at.
Meredith: So. It's not like my parents care.
Derek: I care, I don't want to go to jail Meredith: I have a question.
Derek: What?
Meredith: Why aren't you drunk on your 21st birthday?
Derek: I have an exam tomorrow I need to pass.
Meredith: What for?
Derek: chem.
Meredith: What are you majoring in?
Derek: Pre-med. I want to be a surgeon.
Meredith: me too.
Derek: I have a question for you.
Meredith: What?
Derek: Why are you drunk on my 21st birthday.
She paused for a minute, staring at the dark coffee.
Meredith: my birthday is in a week and he's not going to write.
Derek: Who?
Meredith: My father. Every year on my birthday and Christmas he would send me a card and I would write him back, but I wouldn't hear from him until the next holiday. Four years ago he stopped writing. I wrote to him, asked him why, if something was wrong. He ignored me. My birthday is in a week and he's not going to write because he doesn't care anymore.
Derek: I'm sorry.
Meredith: Why? you don't even know me... I'm done.
They sat there for a minute. Derek watched as Meredith neatly folded her napkin before crushing it into her cup. No wonder she was wearing black and getting piss ass drunk, dead beat dad.
Derek: What's you address. I'll take you home.
Meredith: I forget, but I know how to get there from here.
Derek: ok, come on then.
They stood up and Meredith followed him out of the small shop.
Fortunately Meredith did remember how to get to her house. Derek stopped in front of a large white house.
Meredith: Thanks for the ride.
Derek: Your welcome.
Meredith: I'm sorry, that you had to drive the drunk high school girl home on your birthday.
Derek: It's ok, better than you getting killed or something. Just, don't show up at the next one.
Meredith (laughing): it's a deal. Good night, and happy birthday.
She shut the car door and walked up to her front door. Derek waited until she was inside to drive away. On his way home he could only think of two things. One, his drunk friends had better be gone by the time he got there, and two, why did her father stop writing? He hardly knew this girl and he was already intrigued by her life. All thoughts of Meredith faded quickly however, the same moment he walked into his apartment and everyone was passed out on his furniture.
5 months later.: Beginning of May.
Meredith turned the corner and ran into the building, colliding with another person as soon as she did so.
Meredith: Sorry! Are you ok?
Guy: Yeah, fine. Hey, don't I know you?
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