Alright, so you will very quickly learn that despite my undying love and affection for Maddison that I will forever be an Addek girl. I have since I was thirteen years old and screaming at the TV because Shonda was ruining them.
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That's my baby,
& she's my kind of crazy.
-Brantley Gilbert;
Her hands sway from side to side as she sings with that adorable voice of hers and he can't fight the grin that takes over his face. He wrote that ridiculous song around a beer bottle ring on a napkin during his bachelor party with help from Mark and Sam (though, he's not sure that coming up with dirty words that rhyme with Gross Anatomy class can be construed as help). There's something about the sass in her voice and the way that she dances that makes his heart skip a beat and he remembers what it was like to be in love with her. For the first time since before the infidelity, he sees her. He sees the Addison that made him promise that he would love her until he was as dead as that cadaver.
With a glance down at his scotch, he's looking back up at her and in a flash he's swimming in an endless sea of memories. A million and one reasons why they are Addison and Derek swirl around them as Mark, Naomi, and Sam belt out that stupid song that never really did what he felt justice.
The twinkle in her eye drags him back to that last year of medical school where they decided to give living together a try before their wedding the following summer. He was sprawled on the futon after a long day of volunteering in the local clinic and trying to study for his Gross Anatomy exam when she came in wearing nothing but his Clash shirt that was about five times too big for her. Her hair was a mess of tangled curls as she danced around the living room singing Like a Virgin at the top of her lungs before blocking the Yankees game while strumming on his acoustic guitar that she held upside down. Her eyebrow cocked playfully at him as he teasingly leaned over to try to watch the game around her, "Look, Baby, I'm a rockstar."
He had plucked his lighter off the coffee table and held the flame high in the air as her scratchy voice worked it's way from Madonna to Bruce Springsteen before ending up on London Calling. He couldn't help but laugh at her madness; she had always done little things like that to break up the tension of their stressful days. He had swore up and down that she was crazy but had promised a million times over that she was the crazy he needed. She had made him live, made him alive for the first time since his dad died.
When she had finished her little concert he pulled her into his lap and peppered her neck with a thousand kisses while she laughed into the crook where his neck met his shoulder. He had known in that moment that he was going to marry her and then he had handed her a sharpie. Addison had scrawled her name on the vinyl C and he promised to never wash that shirt again. He never had, in fact he's pretty sure that it's still tucked in a box somewhere in Meredith's attic.
The song came to it's conclusion in time with the memory and their stare broke as they laughed at their friends. Moments later they glanced at one another and the corner of his mouth turned up as she gave him an indecipherable look. He knows that there is a part of him that will always be in love with Addison Montgomery because a love like theirs will never die completely but he can't disregard the fact that he doesn't want to be in a box. He wants to put that twinkle permanently back in her eye and laugh at all the little crazy things she does. He knows that he shouldn't but he sends up a prayer as his beeper goes off that, just maybe, she might still be his kind of crazy.