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D POV
Two hours. I got two freaking hours of sleep. How I let Mark talk me into pulling stunts like this, I still don't know. I can't seem to get my hands to work, so I just stare at my cereal. That's okay. I don't normally like to eat this sugar-coated crap anyways.
"...right Derek?" I heard. Ugh. How could Mark even think at this point, let alone talk?
Instead of responding, I grunted. Not like I knew what he and his little sister were going on about anyways. Hm. Little sister. Not so young anymore. Well, there was only a year's difference to begin with...but she always seemed so young to me before. I had practically grown up in this house, and she had changed a lot since her freshman year.
Mark held his hand out to me in a high-five motion. I just glanced at him before he muttered something sounding distinctly like "lame-ass" and put his hand back down. Meredith smirked. At that moment, I decided I wanted to see that smirk again. I looked up at her and met her gray-green eyes. She was staring at me, with her bottom lip pulled just inside her mouth, tucked between her teeth. The sight made me smile, which caused her to look away suddenly. Embarrassed. Meredith Grey was embarrassed, which meant she had been staring at me. I went back to looking at my bowl of milk and sugar, still smiling.
"Well. I'm gonna go look for my cell phone." Mark said slowly, looking between his sister and I, "I think I left it in the truck." As he thundered down the stairs and out the front door, I saw a glint of metal shine in the sunlight. Stupid Mark. Leaving his keys on the table. I'd love to know how he plans on getting into the car without them.
I glanced over to Meredith. Noting that her original blush was gone, I decided that her face needed just a little more color.
"So, do you always stare at sleep deprived guys or are you just trying to mix things up?" I asked, trying not to let my smile drift into a full-force grin. Her face drained of color for a split second before her cheeks turned a beautiful fire-engine-red. She made an odd sounding noise that could have meant she was actually choking on her cereal. Her mouth moved like she was trying to talk a few times, but she finally gave up and chose to sit there with her mouth slightly agape.
I grinned and whatever blush had finally gone away came back full force. I wasn't sure of what she was thinking, but I knew what I was thinking and I also knew what girls told me they thought when I sent them that particular grin. None of it was particularly G-rated. I shook the thoughts off. I couldn't think about Mark's sister like that. Not when Mark was bigger, and quite violent when he was angry. Now if Mark was just a bit smaller...less built...and totally laid-back...NO! Stop that, right now Derek. Gah, you can't think like that. Best friends and cute younger sisters do not mesh.
I realized with a start that now I might be starting to blush. Meredith still sat, staring at me. Uh oh. Now the attention was on me; I turned the tables.
"Hey, now. You keep that pretty little mind of yours out of the gutter." I said after I shot her another one of my signature smiles. I swiped Mark's keys and clomped down the stairs. I was out the door and on the sidewalk when I realized...I called her pretty. I had admitted she was pretty, to her. I'm fairly sure that if their were a line, I might just be tap dancing on the edge of it now.
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