Narrow Stairs – Chapter One.
I'm excited about this story and I hope you are too. It's going to Meredith and Mark because I feel like I should write them a story because I stopped their relationship from continuing to something better in "same as you" which you should read if you haven't.
This story is going to be full of love, happiness, fear and memories.
I kinda got this idea from "Cath…" and "You Can Do Better Than Me" by Death Cab for Cutie. However, don't get it wrong. I'm not writing a song fic. So it isn't based on the song, I just got the idea. Also, no one is a doctor in this fic. Not even Cristina, even if she is a hard core surgeon. Haha. I might steal some sentences from Grey's Anatomy but not very often.
I hope you like this story. If you will, please review it. Even if you don't like it, tell me. I appreciate all reviews.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. Although I do wish that I do. Owning Grey's would be fun.
This wasn't right, not right at all. She wasn't supposed to be here, hearing the sounds of her friends around her telling her that she was beautiful and that they were so jealous of her. No, she wasn't supposed to be here right now. Right now, she should be in his arms, watching television while eating cold pizza. She wasn't supposed to be getting ready for a wedding. A wedding that was scary and she wasn't even sure if she was ready for it.
Meredith was getting married to the perfect guy, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to marry him. Yes, he made her smile. Yes, he made her laugh. Yes, he made her feel safe. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, they would have cute kids. Yes, they would live a great life. However, something felt off. Something felt wrong. Something felt like it was missing.
Meredith looked at herself in the mirror of the bridal shop. She looked upon her dress. It was made of lace and chiffon. It was soft and flowy. Yet, it showed off her curves. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. She looked like a bride, but she didn't feel like one. She knew that she needed to start thinking positive so she turned around to her friends and smiled at them. She really did love the dress, something just felt wrong.
"So what do you think?" She asked, hoping the she played the happy bride card right.
"Mer, you look beautiful. That dress is perfect." Izzie exclaimed, walking over to her and fluffing out the dress a little more. Izzie made there was no creases in the dress.
"Thank you Izzie." Meredith smiled at her friend. "I love this dress." She half-way lied. She did love the dress, but something was missing. Meredith looked over to her person and smiled.
"What do you think Cris? I need to know what my Maid of Honor thinks." She says in a teasing tone as she watches Cristina.
Cristina stands up off the bench and walks over to Meredith giving her a look that says "i know what is going through your head". Meredith shakes her head, looking down to the ground, asking Cristina in a silent language to not talk about it right now. Cristina just shrugs her shoulders, standing in front of Meredith.
"You look good." Meredith laughed softly.
"Thanks." Meredith said, understanding Cristina. Her person wasn't into things mushy or too cheery.
Cristina was her best friend. They had been through everything together. They had gone through grade school, middle school, high school, and college together. They had become friends in Kindergarten and stayed friends through everything life put in their way. Meredith had been there for Cristina when her father had died. Cristina in return had been there for Meredith when her father died and her mother married Richard Webber. They had gone through the awkward stages together. They were there for each other when they got their first boyfriends. They had died their hair together: Meredith, pink and Cristina, green. They graduated high school both of them tied for Valedictorian. They went to Stanford together, getting drunk and getting good grades. They were all each other really had.
Cristina pushed Meredith and made her turn around, a grin on her face. "What do you think bride? You are the one going to be wearing this on that day that will change your life forever." Meredith knew what the grin and words meant. They weren't exactly what someone would think when they heard those words. They were more of a way to tell Meredith that they were going to talk and they were going to talk about a certain event that had already changed Meredith's life.
"I love my dress." Meredith challenged.
"Mer…are you going to put your hair up on your wedding day?" Izzie asked, grabbing Meredith's hair softly and putting it in a low bun on the back of Meredith's neck.
"I don't know yet, Izzie." Meredith turned to Izzie.
Izzie had been Meredith's bright and shiny friend. They met in college, going to many of the same classes together. They shared an apartment with Cristina their junior year of college. And through everything they went through, Izzie still didn't know a lot about Meredith.
"We should get our nails done. You should tan, because you are a little pale. No offense. And you should let a professional do your make-up that day…" Izzie went on and on about all the things that she should do for her wedding. Meredith laughed a little here and there, telling Izzie that it was going to be okay. She would have everything done. However, the exterior was completely opposite from the interior.
Meredith tried to forget about what was going through her mind, but she couldn't. Was she really supposed to be getting married right now? Shouldn't she be happy? Shouldn't she be all bright and shiny like Izzie was? Meredith shook her head as she walked away from the scene, telling her friends that she would be back. They said okay and went back to sitting on the bench. Meredith was sitting in her changing room, putting her head into her hands as she thought about what she really wanted. What she really wanted was to be back in his arms – feeling safe and comfortable and courageous. Every time she was in his arms, she felt like she knew where she belonged, like she knew what she was supposed to be doing. But this whole wedding thing was kind of ruining her happy mood.
Meredith took off her dress and then put her jeans and Dartmouth t-shirt back on. She put the dress back in the bag and walked up to the counter. The sales lady asked her if she was buying the dress today. Cristina had scoffed, Izzie laughed, and Meredith bought the dress - all the while thinking that this wasn't the right thing for her. This wasn't right, this wasn't her day, and she wasn't supposed to be here.
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