A/N: Sorry this took a while, I decided to rewrite this chapter. Hope you enjoy! Sadly I didn't include a Jolex scene this chapter (because it was already over 1,000 words and I wanted to give you guys something) but next update there will be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.

Riley felt incredibly nervous as she stood outside the front door to the Torres-Robbins house. She took a deep breath, before finally reaching out and ringing the doorbell. A moment later, the door was opened by not Timmy, but Mercy Avery. "Hey, Riley." She said with a smile. "Come on in."

"Thanks," Riley said as she stepped inside. "You look really nice tonight," She told Mercy.

Mercy smiled. "Thanks," She said. She did look really nice, but then again Mercy had always been pretty, with black hair, blue-green eyes, and a naturally slim body. Tonight, she wore a plum colored dress, which looked great with her dark skin. "You look...cute."

Riley looked down at her own outfit. It was obvious Mercy was just being nice. Riley wasn't normally the type of girl who worried about what she was going to wear, and tonight she'd just grabbed the first thing she saw - a gray dress that had been hanging in the back of her closet. And she hadn't really done much with her hair either, just letting it naturally fall on her shoulders. Maybe she should've taken a little more time on her outfit... "So," She simply said. "Where's Timmy?"

Mercy looked at Riley incredulously. She probably thought it was weird that the first person Riley asked about was Timmy - but, because it was Mercy, she didn't say anything. "Upstairs in his room, I think." She answered. "He went to go get some CD's."

Riley smiled appreciatively at her. "Thanks," Mercy nodded in silent acknowledgement and Riley then brushed past her and headed for the stairs. As she looked around now, she took in the other occupants of the party. Pretty much all of the kids of her parents' friends were here - except for Sofia, who was still in New Haven - as well as some other people. There was Mercy obviously, who had met her at the door. Zola Shepherd, the adopted daughter of Riley's dad's best friend Meredith and her husband Derek, was sitting on the couch, talking to Tuck Jones, the son from her parents' former mentor Miranda Bailey. Zola, like Timmy's sister Sofia, had just graduated from college and was headed to med school in the fall, while Tuck, the oldest out of them all, had already finished med school at Princeton. In the kitchen was Zola's little brother Bailey, who was chatting up a pretty girl that must've been a friend of Timmy's. Bailey, who was also in college, was very handsome and therefore a lot of women seemed to gravitate to him. Bailey, on the other hand, was oblivious to it. Mercy crossed the room towards him now and he wrapped an arm around her waist instinctively, which made the girl Bailey had been talking to inflate. Growing up, Riley had always thought that Mercy had a thing for Bailey, because she was always practically hanging all over him, but apparently that wasn't the case - word has it Mercy had her eye on someone else, though Riley didn't know who.

Riley turned around and headed up the stairs. She knew from all the times Ethan had come over to Timmy's house when they were kids which one was Timmy's room - the first door on the left. Riley walked inside, since the door was open, and inside she found Timmy.

"Oh, hey." He said, looking up as he saw her. "You look nice tonight."

Riley smiled. She swore it actually sounded like he meant it. "Thanks. What are you doing?"

"Just looking at some CD's, nothing much." Timmy said. Riley walked over and examined his collection. He seemed to have a lot of good stuff - alternative rock, indie, some oldies. She grabbed a random CD from his rack.

"Wow," She said, pointing to one of the tracks. "I love this song. I could just play it on repeat for hours."

Timmy gave her a look of pleasant surprise. "Really? You like this stuff?" Riley nodded. "Well, let's put it on then." Timmy popped the CD into his player and then went back to sit on his bed.

Riley leaned up against the wall, watching as Timmy closed his eyes and bopped along to the beat, nodding his head and tapping his hand against his thigh. Normally she could get lost in the music too, but tonight she found it so hard to concentrate.

When the song ended, Timmy opened his eyes and he smiled. "So," He said. "You want a beer?"

Thirty minutes later, Riley was seated on the Torres-Robbins couch, a beer in her hand. Timmy was seated on her one side, Mercy on the other. Mercy had her legs thrown over the edge of the couch, while Timmy had his head rested on his shoulder, Riley stuck between them. The alcohol burned as it went down her throat and she felt her world begin to get blurrier, but also brighter at the same time. It was definitely a weird feeling, like everything was a spinning world of colors.

"Okay, we're heading out." Tuck said as he, Zola and Bailey grabbed their coats at the door. Timmy nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"And Timmy," Zola added. "Don't give the kid too much beer, alright? One's enough, she's had her taste." By 'the kid' she obviously meant Riley.

"Uh-huh, sure." Timmy said. Zola rolled her eyes at him, but left with Tuck and Bailey anyway.

"You probably should stop though," Mercy said, taking a sip of her own beer.

"You sound kind of like a hypocrite if you say that with a drink in your hand, Merce." Timmy said. "Plus, she's only had two sips. I'm not gonna get her wasted or anything." Mercy stuck her tongue out at him.

There was the sound of the door opening. "Forget something?" Timmy said, but when they all turned their heads, it wasn't Zola, Tuck or Bailey.

"Riley!" Ethan thundered as he stormed across the room. "What the Hell are you doing here? Are you insane? You're sixteen, you can't be here!"

Riley opened her mouth to speak first, but Timmy cut her off. "Ethan, buddy, you just need a beer. Riley was supposed to invite you tonight, it must've just slipped her mind…"

Ethan held up his hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Are you guys drinking?"

Timmy and Mercy opened their mouths to spit out some shocked excuse, but their attention was quickly diverted to Riley when she burst out laughing. "Is this funny to you?" Ethan snapped. "You guys are under twenty-one, this is illegal!"

Riley shook her head. Honestly, she didn't know why she was laughing. Ethan was right, it wasn't funny. "Wow," Timmy said. "You're a cheap drunk, kid."

Ethan shot Timmy a dirty look before grabbing Riley by the arm and lifting her off the couch. "I'm taking you home."

Riley felt her head start to buzz, and there was a ringing in her ears. God, she had to be really wasted. She turned to Timmy and Mercy, shooting them an apologetic look while Ethan continued to drag her forward.

"I can't believe you!" Ethan scolded her. "Are you insane, Riley?"

Riley groaned and reached up to grab her forehead. "Ethan, slow down. Slow down. My head hurts…Ethan, my head hurts…Ethan…"