Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Meredith's phone vibrated again. She didn't want anymore texts from Dylan asking if she was alright,why she left early, or where she went last night after the party. She was about to throw it across the room when she saw the message wasn't from Dylan, but Brian.

'Can we talk?'

That's all that he sent. She picked up her phone and sent a quick reply. She didn't feel like handling this yet, but it needed to be done. Brian deserved to know why she had just ran out like that.

'Meet you at the Hobbit Hill in 10'

Meredith laughed and giggled as she rolled down a small hill while Brian watched her from the top of it. "Come on, Bri! Just roll!" She tried getting him to roll down the hill after her but he just wouldn't budge.

"I'll pass.." He yelled to her. There was no way he was getting on the ground and rolling down a hill.

Meredith rolled her eyes and walked back up to him. "Chicken," She teased him. Before he could say anything she laid down on top of the hill, looked up at the sky and smiled.

"Whatcha looking at?" He asked, laying down next to her.

"A Pig Belly dancing." a small giggle escaped her lips.

"Looks more like a owl, if you ask me." He said from next to her, catching on to the fact she was naming the shapes in the sky.

"Well yeah.. But I was trying to be creative.." She smiled again. It felt so right, at the time, to be laying here with him. Watching the clouds go by. Rolling down hills. Just enjoying themselves. Then her smile faded again. They were just friends, that's probably all they'd ever be, no matter how much Meredith wished it otherwise.

"You know. I bet Bilbo lives under here." Meredith pointed at the hill underneath her. "It seems like it could be the perfect place for him. It looks like it does on the book cover, just minus the windows an doors." She shrugged.

Brian looked over at her and chuckled. "You know, you could be right." He smiled, the things she thought of sometimes.

"I'm gonna call this the Hobbit Hill." She nodded an looked over at him. "What do you think?"

"I think that is a wonderful name. We'll come back here often then," He said, sitting up to look better at her.

"Okay." She grinned, standing up. "I'll race you to the car." And she took off.

Meredith got in her car and drove to the Hobbit Hill. It seemed it was yesterday when they dubbed it the Hobbit Hill. The last 2 years had gone by fast. She got out of her car to find that Brian was already there, laying down and looking at the sky.

"Brian?" She walked up the hill closer to him.

"Meredith!" He sat up instantly and looked over at her, "Look I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.. I just... Just thought you might've felt the same way. But apparently, I was wrong and now I feel like an asshole." He stopped him self from rambling on anymore," I just. Don't want this to compromise our friendship."

"I love you!" Meredith blurted out.

"Y-You love me?" Brian asked, disbelieving her words, but the nod she gave him confirmed it. "Why did you leave then? After the kiss. Am I really that bad a kisser?" He joked.

Meredith let out a choked laugh. "No. No. You're an amazing kisser," She said quickly, wiping her eyes. "It's just.. I'm dating Dylan, Brian." she said simply.

His happy face fell quickly in to the look of a saddened puppy. "Leave him."

"What? No. I can't. I couldn't do that to him." She said her voice faltering.

"Why not? You just told me you love me! And.. And I love you! Just explain the situation to him and leave him! He'd understand!" Brian said in an angry tone, nearly yelling.

"Brian, are you listening to yourself right now?! It'd break his heart if I did that! You're friends with him! You can't honestly want that for him!"

"You two broke my heart every damn time you were on stage kissing. I wanted that with you! And it just had to be him, didn't it? Honestly, if you had chosen to go out with any other guy, I probably could've gotten over it easier than him. But no, it had to be him, the guy I loathed for being able to kiss you every night on that stage. The guy who sings like an angel. Him. Dylan fucking Saunders."

"Bri.."

"Don't call me that." Brian said angrily.

Meredith stood there stunned for a few moments. Had he really meant all of that? "Brian." She chocked out, "It was apart of the show. I couldn't just not kiss him."

"You could've." she ignored this and kept going.

"I waited 4years for you. I have loved you for almost 4 years. in that time you could've easily asked me out whenever you wanted. But you didn't. In a way, you brought this upon you. If you didn't wait until last night we probably could've worked out."

"I'm sorry! Okay! I'm sorry for not realizing how in love I was with you until I saw you kiss Dylan! And I'm sorry for not plucking up the courage to kiss you sooner! believe me, if I had accepted my feelings for you sooner, it wouldn't be like this! I hope you and Dylan work out great together but I need to go." And with that, he stomped off angrily back to his car.

A bowl of ice cream in one hand the TV Remote in another, Meredith sat in the kitchen sink eating and watching the Spanish Channel. She couldn't understand a thing anyone was saying, but acted as though it was a very drama filled episode of a soap opera.

"Diego, you bastard! That is your sister. Be nice you your sister!" She yelled at the TV shoving in another scoop of cookie dough ice cream. Even though it was only 11:15 am, she still ate the cold treat.

"Meredith!" Denise entered the kitchen just at that moment. "What are you doing?! How did you even fit in the sink? What happened with Brian?" Denise bombarded her with questions.

"Wow. Deeds, just shut up for like 2 minutes. I need to see what happens to Diego."

"Meredith.." Denise sighed and shut off the TV. It was quite sad, that her best friend was eating ice cream in a kitchen sink, and watching Go Diego! Go! "Talk to me. What happened with Brian."

"No Hablo Ingles." Was all Meredith would say. She was being one stubborn bitch.

"¿Yo Hablo español? Mí Tambien. ¿Como te llamas?" Denise knew those 5 years of spanish would pay off somehow.

"Uhh... Si?" Meredith sighed. "Fine.. You got me. I don't speak Spanish."

"What happened with Brian?" Denise asked again.

And so Meredith dived in to the whole story that happened on Hobbit Hill. "And now. I have no idea what to do." She said after her tale had been completed.

"Call Dylan. He needs to know. where's your phone?"

Meredith opened the door to the freezer and reached down in to the ice tray and grabbed her phone. "32 unread messages. All from Dylan." Meredith shoved the phone in to Denise's hands.

"Mere, Your phone is literally frozen!" Denise sighed and put ice block on the counter.

"Sorry," Meredith said and shrugged. She actually wasn't even sorry at all though.

"Here, you can use my phone," Denise said and smiled starting to dial Dylan's number.

"Ugh don't make me do this, Denise," Meredith groaned and flung her head back hitting the wall.

"Oh no, you aren't running away from your problems this time," She quickly retorted handing the phone to her friend as she crawled out of the sink. Denise cleaned up the dish of ice cream as Meredith headed out in to the other, room to face her problems head on like a big girl.