The restaurant seemed empty. All who was left was Derek, Meredith, and Calliope along with a few other unfamiliar faces. The emptiness of the place, made Meredith feel uncomfortable. She chewed the inside of her lower lip and sighed hard. "Great," she murmured to herself as she stared at the vacant area. From a distance, stood Derek at the bar, staring at her while her played with the drink in his hand. Meredith, oblivious to the looks that Derek gave her, walked around the room to find her things. She thought it would be best if she went home. She knew she wouldn't have forgotten this night, and it was true, she wouldn't.

As she picked up her purse and her coat, Derek walked behind her with his hands in his pocket. She turned around and to her surprise he was standing there. She sighed once again, "Well... This night has turned out to be something else. I'm sorry about my friends, they're a lot to handle." He smiled and simply just stared. She continued, "I hope we could do this again... without drunk teenagers."

He took a step closer. He noticed how quick her body tensed up, and took a step away. She looked away from him, and he didn't know how to respond to that. She placed her hand on the back of her neck, to cover her hairs that were rising. Her cheeks became as red as a tomato, and this did not go unnoticed. He smiled brightly and gestured at the door, "I'd like to walk you home. If that's alright with you."

She took a moment to think about the consequences, and at that moment the thought person she had grown to be after her mothers death seemed to had gone out the window. "Sure," she said with a firm tone." What could go wrong with being insensible for one night.

Meanwhile, Owen and Cristina had taken April to the hospital to make sure she was okay. Although that was the intention of coming to the hospital for Cristina, Owen's true intentions were to drop her off somewhere so he could be with Cristina alone. He knew he couldn't flirt with Cristina with dead weight on his shoulders...literally.

"She's stable, right now," the doctor said. The doctor has a unique sound coming out of his mouth. It seemed as if the man had a speech impairment making him stutter frequently. They both stared at him, trying not to concentrate on his voice. Although Owen did this very well, the corners of Cristina's mouth began to raise uncontrollably. The doctor was aware of his impairment and understood why Cristina stared and him like a mental patient he should have but he ignored them both. He continued, "She had an excessive amount of alcohol in her system. And If I ma–.. If I ma—.. If I ma-ay-ay-ay ask! What is your relation to the patient?"

Cristina's eyes widened as she squawked slightly like a chicken. Owen cleared his throat and with a serious tone he responded, "I am... her cousin. Sir."

"I- I- see. So, how did a minor like her consume so much alcohol," he asked Owen. As Owen parted his lips to answer, the doctors nose had a high pitch sound come from his left nostril. He slowly raised his hand and covered his left nostril.

"Did an alarm come from your left nostril," Cristina said as she tried to fight the giggles.

"...I have a deviated septum."

"You have a deviated septum, so it makes high pitched balloon sounds?"

"It happens when I'm n-n-nervous," he said to her the turned to Owen. "Now back to you sir."

"She got accepted to her first College today, so I took her out to drink. She only had three drinks. I guess she didn't mix them well enough."

The doctor nodded. "I see, well we'll have to keep watch on her over night. Make sure she doesn't have alcohol poisoning. You can pick her up tomorrow afternoon."

Owen smiled and thanked the doctor. He walked out the hospital with Cristina. She let out a long overdue laugh and grabbed her chest. As they walked out of the parking lot of the hospital. She bent over to catch her own breath and then stood up straight to take a deep breath. Owen stared at her with a smirk, which he tried to fight away. As they continued to walk, Owen attempted to grab Cristina's hand. The fun and games seemed to have gone serious as she stopped.

"What do you think you're doing," she asked angrily.

He had stopped to think of an answer that was clever, but all he could think of was, "Grabbing your.. hand?" He smiled with a goofy smile. She was unimpressed.

Her cheeks flushed with redness as she scoffed. "I'm not that easy to get to," she yelled.

He face seemed frazzled, "But your friend-"

She smacked her teeth, "She's not even my friend. I actually find her to be annoying."

He was silent for a moment. "... So I picked the wrong girl, then."

"What do you mean wrong girl," she pinched the bridge of her nose and replied most aggravated.

"To impress you," he said, " I knew I should have put butter on the floor to make that light eyed boy fall." He smiled as he made the joke. Cristina was still unimpressed.

She stepped closer to him and stared into his eyes as if he were a lunatic, "Does this work on other girls? Do you do this with everyone?"

He thought about it, "Yes. Yes it does."

She grew silent. From the minute Cristina noticed him, she knew she was attracted to him. But the minute he opened his mouth she knew he was a repugnant fool with no filter. He was egotistical and rude and she didn't like it at all. Although she knew he was a spitting image of herself, she couldn't stand it. She vowed that if this is what she was like... she would still be this way but consider being a double standard person. She scoffed and stormed away, but he followed. He followed her for three blocks, until they reached her house. She pulled out keys for car and got inside. He stared at her getting inside of the car confused as to what to do next. She turned on the engine and backed out of the parking lot. Still, he stared at her as she backed out of the lot and drove off. He walked to the curb and watched her drive away. On the streets of Seattle it became quiet. He tried to comprehend what just happened and he had done, but he felt it was too late to do anything about it. So he walked away. As he started to walk his way back to the Bistro, he heard a screech of someone's brakes behind him. He turned around to see the same yellow 1990's car that she had been driving, stopped behind him. She rolled down the windows and forcefully said, "Get in."

He took one step near the car, and then thought about what she could do. He saw her pull out a cadaver inside the restaurant earlier. "Why," he said suspiciously. She rolled her eyes and sighed deeply only to repeat what she had said once again. "Get. In."

"Isn't this illegal? You driving," he asked nervously.

She took her foot off of the break pedal and onto the gas pedal. "I'm 18," she replied, " not 8." She refused to tell him where they were going and he was scared she would slice his body up and feed it to the fishes. He became silent , Cristina smiled. This is exactly what she wanted.

The streets in Seattle on a Saturday are almost never quiet. Although there was noise buzzing around them, all three were quiet. Lexie stood in between an older man who had seem to be attracted to her, and a young boy who was attracted to an older woman, Lexie was afraid to speak. But when she wasn't looking Mark would gaze at her body figure. He imagined what her legs would feel like wrapped around his waist. He imagined his inner most fantasies coming to life, with her making them come to reality. He took a deep breath when he came out of his day dreaming, to realize that he had stop breathing... and he had stared at her butt for too long. His face flushed, as she stared back at him with a destroyed look on her face.

Avery sighed. His face resembling a lost puppy, he mumbled, "Where is she." Lexie pouted briefly. She knew how much he liked her and she can sympathize with him. Softly, put her hands on his broad shoulders, making him look up and stop in his tracks. "You don't have to worry," Lexie said sincerely, "April will be fine... I'm pretty sure Cristina's taking care of her."

His face transitioned from sad, to confused, "Wait.. That's not who I– "

"I'm bored," Mark cut in. The night was young. Usually on a Saturday he would be drinking with the guys.

Lexie pierced her eyes at Mark. With an even tone she said, "Then go home."

He jerked his head back, "Whoa, ms. Feisty. What's your damage?"

"My damage," Lexie snapped, "is a narcissistic freak like you needs to go away!"

His eyebrows arched as a smirk painted on his face, "Ouch... but with a couple of patron shots, maybe you'll turn into the freak."

She dropped her hands to her side and walked slowly to him. He smiled uncomfortably as he watched her come closer but as she inched toward him, Avery became furious. He was already hurt by the fact that Cristina ditched him for an older guy, and this seemingly older guy tried to take away his best friend too. Oblivious to the emotions of Avery, she snapped at mark. Avery walked away deciding to find Cristina on his own.

"I may be young," she started, "Mark, I may be another female in your eyes. But I will not be another hussy in your bedroom. So your description of fun, will never be the same as mine. You think that just because I have a pretty face and a tight ass and that you have been successful with every woman you have flashed that stupid smile, which you have had a piece of spinach stuck in your incisors for almost two hours by the way, that I will open my legs up to you. It won't work that way, so give up and try your luck with someone else," she looked at her watch, "Oh gee look – it's 12 O'clock! You can probably try your luck at Joe's bar."

He didn't respond. He was stunned at how she snapped at him, but firstly he was trying to get a that piece out of his teeth. He didn't know how to approach this at all. He wanted her, for her body... maybe some late night company but she wouldn't buy his normal lines. He had to try something different.

Her cheeks became flushed, crimson red as he just stood there. She sighed and turned away. When she turned away she realized Avery was gone. No one was there. Although it was early for Mark, it was not early for the both of them. She had to find him soon.

Minutes of walking alone in Seattle for the first time all night was a relief for Derek, but a disaster for Meredith. Her mind felt all mushy, and her stomach decided to mimic what her mind felt. It became quiet on the way home, so she decided to take the first leap.

"Sooo," she started, "what are you in for?"

He looked at her and laughed, "You make it sound like I'm in prison. You are going to have to be more specific."

She covered her face with her hands bashfully. She peeked through her hands and smiled, "Sorry. I mean... what are you in College for?"

He continued to grin, "I want to be an Architect. I always loved the structures of buildings."

"That's nice," she responded, "What was the first Building you fell in love with?"

He stared at her, amazed with her choice of words. "No ones ever asked me that before."

"What," she sounded amused. "Which building you liked? Well, you're friends aren't very supportive, are they."

He chuckled, "No.. which building I fell in love with. You picked a nice set of words."

She looked down as her cheeks flamed with a cherry red, "Well it's a simple question, I figure you would get asked that a lot. I didn't know there were different kinds."

"Everyone's always asked me which building inspired me. Not which one I loved."

Meredith forgot how to speak because this man became more charming bu the minute. So she decided to savor the moment before she found out anything wrong about him. As he continued to walk her home, Meredith caught a glance of Seattle's lights. She sped up her walk, just a little to sit at the nearest bench. He followed. She sat at one side of the bench, and he sat at the other. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and he simply stared. The corner of her lips raised gradually. He playfully moved closer to her, and she did the same. They kept moving closer to each other until they were thigh to thigh. She coyly looked away, staring at the lights and she took a deep breath.

She continued to look at the Seattle lights as she spoke to him. "...Have you ever seen Seattle?"

He scoffed, "Of course I have. I live here!"

She inhaled slowly and exhaled slowly, before she looked at him. "No," she said calmly, "I mean really looked at Seattle. Did you know that this was the first state to put Policemen on bicycles? I find it funny that I live here, because even though we have some of the most beautiful buildings Seattle has the highest suicide rate. Only 71 days out of 365 are actually sunny ...All of the rest are gray...Like me."

As she tells this story to him, she smiles. And as she smiled he stares at her amazed at who she is. He asks himself if this girl, this girl that came to him on a regular day was actually a senior. Was she older? Because her insight was much of a person in college. He stares at her continuously, and inhales for a second. As he exhales he says, "Empire state building."

She looked confused, her eyes open more, "What?"

"..The building I fell in love with, Empire state building. My mom took me after my dad died. She told me that, that building was the symbol of love & that they filmed her favorite movie there."

She looked at the lights again. "... an affair to remember..."

"...An affair to remember..." he sighed.

She looked down at her feet, "It was my mom's favorite movie before she died."

She smiled and jumped up from the bench. "C'mon Mr. Sheppard. Take me home."

As they walked to her home, they got to know each other very well. He told her about his dreams, and she told him about her expectations. Moments passed and she felt the chains surrounding her heart, loosening. She looked at him and saw her as him, in a male form. She felt that this was the man of her dreams but couldn't know for sure. She's never gotten her heart broken and she wouldn't start now. Eventually they were in front of her steps.

"What time is it?"

"12:30," he said as he looked at his watched.

She flapped her hands to her sides, "Welp! I think it's time for this princess to head to her castle."

"I guess so," he responded.

She went up one step before she came back down, "You think we could meet again?" He parted his lips, but she continued, "You know... during the day and without any one around.. Like... just us..?"

He smiled, "Like a date?" She nodded shyly. "Yeah," he said with joy. She sighed and smiled. Before going inside she kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs. She waved before locking the door behind her.

"...That girl," he said. That girl indeed.

When Cristina's car finally stopped, they were near a deserted warehouse. His heart began to pound. "Oh no," He thought to himself,"she's gonna kill ?", he continued to say to himself, "If you can hear me, If you get me out of this alive I will go to church first thing Sunday morning. I promise."

She smiled and looked at him with this deranged look on her face. He looked like he was going to piss on himself or cry. Maybe a little of both. She thought it would be good to put him at ease. She didn't want to become embarrassed. "Everyone's inside, please don't pee on yourself. "

"Oh god, I'm a sacrifice." he said once again to himself. She saw his face. She knew that what she said didn't help anyone.

As they walked in, he saw a huge crowd surrounding the middle of the warehouse. Cristina pushed and shoved her way to the front. As Owen realized what it was, he felt more relieved than excited.

"What is this place," he said too eager.

"What do you think this is?"

He drooled, "...Heaven."

She looked at him then turned away, "If your drool touches the floor, you'll get kicked out."

"Are you joking?"

She turned to him immediately, "Oh. I never Joke."

He quickly wiped the drool away and asked, "Seriously what is this place?"

"Roller Derby. You've been to a game before?"

"No, not really."

"Then watch and learn lover boy. Because girls can be just as brutal as you."

They watched the match as the one team in green devoured another team in purple. Cristina kept her eyes on the arena while Owen would constantly looked at her. She didn't want to look at him because she felt she would feel chemistry. Cristina wasn't looking for chemistry. After the match was over, Owen was wired. He was so happy and told her that he's never seen anything like it. She smiled and felt happy inside that he liked it, but would never express these feelings. As they were about to leave, an older looking version of Cristina calls her.

"Cristina," the girl says. She roller skates her way to Cristina and Owen.

They give each other a distant pound and smile at each other vaguely. "Owen," Cristina says, "This is my sister Calista. Calista, this is Owen."

He smiled, "Calista & Cristina?"

"Yeah," Cristina said sarcastically, "It sounds so alike ...Big woop.."

He chuckled, "It just sounds like a reality TV show."

They both stared at him unamused.

Calista ignored him, "Anyway. Why are you here? Its way past your bedtime."

"You know mom doesn't care. Besides, I just wanted to come here to show him some stuff."

"Okay. Well head back now. You know how mom is." She looked at Owen then back at Cristina. She whispered softly, "In the box in the backseat are some condoms if you ev-"

"Alright," Cristina yelled. "I'll see you next weekend!"

Owen blushed and refrained from laughing. As they walked to the car Cristina looked at him. "What," she said coldly.

"Nothing," he smiled.

They were back on their way to Seattle and Owen continued to look at her. She glanced at him and realized he wasn't looking away. "Spit it out," she said.

"Why did you say, 'see you next weekend' to your sister."

"She doesn't live with my mom."

"Why?"

"Because not every family is perfect. Our family fails to see it that way."

"What do you mean?"

"She's gay. My family just doesn't except that. They still live in the twenties."

"Why are you still at home then?"

"Because I want to be a doctor. & I'll need money from them soon."

"Do you love them?"

She hesitated, "Sometimes."

"Why not all the time?"

She sighed, "It's complicated lover boy, just leave it at that." He turned away and looked out the window.

Eventually she stopped in front of Derek's apartment. She unlocked her doors and turned to him. "Okay," she said, "this is your destination."

He stared at her again, "I want to see you again."

She looked at him as if he were crazy, "Why?"

"Because you...you're interesting."

"Um, okay?"

He smiled, "Great!"

She was confused, "Wait wh-"

"I'll see you Thursday!"

"But I-"

"I'll pick you up at 8!" Before she could say anything he had already went inside the apartment. Cristina was confused more than ever. What had just happened? Did he miss understand? She didn't want to see him, yet some part of her did. She banged her head softly against the horn of her car before driving off. This boy was annoying. It was starting to tick her off.