Chapter 24: Getting Ready for Date Night
Meredith's Point-of-View
I looked into my full-length mirror and sighed. This was as good as it was going to get.
"Wowza! You look hot! Date tonight?" Amber asked as she glanced in my room.
I turned to her biting my lip.
"Yeah. I haven't been on a date in years. I have no idea what I am doing." I admitted.
"Well, I am sure he, whoever he is, will guide you through it." Amber said, smiling.
"Obviously you don't know who I am going out with." I told her.
"Okay, who?" Amber asked.
"Your brother."
Amber sat down and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you are both screwed." She said, laughing.
"I hope so." I murmured.
"Oh really?" She asked, smirking.
"Crap, you heard that?" I groaned.
"Derek and Meredith sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-"
I interrupted her song with a pillow to the face. She fell back on my bed, giggling.
"Not helping. I don't want to sleep with him."
She cast me a cynical look.
"Okay, I totally want to sleep with him." I amended. "But it doesn't feel right, not yet. We will see how this evening goes. I mean, I don't want him to get blue balls. Oh well, he can jerk off." I shrugged.
"Um…Mer? Can I just say…EWWWWW! That is my brother. I don't want to think about him whacking off. But thanks for the visual." She shuddered.
"Sorry." I told her, turning back to the mirror, sighing again.
"What is wrong, you look fucktabulous." She raved.
I examined my appearance. I was wearing some black knit leggings with a green baby doll top and black ballet flats. My hair was down and wavy and my makeup was minimal, just powder, mascara and lip gloss.
"Is it too casual?" I asked.
"Mer, my brother sits most nights lately on the couch, watching movies and scratching his balls, I am sure he will think you look beautiful." Amber informed me.
"Oh, so I am a better sight than his hairy balls? Nice to know." I rolled my eyes.
"Balls you want to see up close and personal might I add." She said shrewdly.
"Okay this convo is over. Way too weird talking about your brother's hairy balls with you. How do you know they are hairy?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
"Um…I don't. Most guys are though." Amber cringed.
"Maybe he manscapes?" I pondered.
The doorbell rang, and Amber leaped up.
"I'll get it!" She exclaimed in relief, practically sprinting to the door.
So, she wanted to hurl talking about her brother having sex.
I will definitely file that away for future use.
Amber's Point-of-View
Oh, ew…fucking disgusting. What the fuck was up with that convo with my roommate? In all honesty I had started it but the visuals, oh god the visuals…
I paused outside the door and looked out of the peephole.
Derek stood there, shifting from foot to foot, red faced, jittery, his eyes panicked. He looked like he wanted to blow chunks all over my pristine hallway.
Better than in here.
He rang the doorbell, twice more, impatiently. I stifled a laugh. I loved torturing him. Helped make up for all the science experiments I was a guinea pig for. Like when he caught my pigtails on fire. Bastard…
He pounded on the door.
"Amber?" Meredith asked.
I sighed and opened the door.
"May I help you?" I drawled out.
"You were looking out the peephole at me again, weren't you?" He accused.
"Who me?" I feigned innocence.
"Don't you look handsome?" I changed the subject. "Got to hot date?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." He boasted proudly. "Meredith is accompanying me to dinner tonight."
I snorted.
"She is 'accompanying' you? Please, drop the act. You are going to dinner at some tacky diner and then you are taking her on a walk near the piers and then you are going to grope her in your car. Am I close?"
He looked panicked again.
"Isn't that what people do on dates?" He asked.
"Yeah, if you are sixteen."
"So, what do I do with her?" He said.
"First off, don't make it seem like she is some stray animal. Be sweet to her, open her car door, hold her hand, no boob action." I rolled my eyes at his disappointed look. "Take her to that restaurant on 64th, you know the one with the fountain?" He nodded. "It is a nice night, so sit outside. Then take her on a ferry boat ride. You love those. Then bring her home, straight home and kiss her gently on the lips and then. Say. Goodnight. Do not come in for coffee, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars."
Derek nodded solemnly.
"I mean it will be your first kiss so make it nice." I told him.
He just nodded again.
"Great."
We both heard a door open and Meredith came out, looking nervous.
I heard Derek suck in a breath.
"You look…amazing." He breathed.
She blushed.
"Thanks. So, do you." She whispered.
They just stood looking at each stupidly.
"Well, you kids should get going and take that gooeyness somewhere else, preferably out of the whole building." I hinted.
"Right! Yes, let's go. I have a great restaurant picked out." Derek said, looking gratefully at me. I smiled slightly.
He escorted Meredith out the door, his hand on the small of her back. I sat back on the couch for a little while after the door had closed and then decided to take a gander out of my living room window, the one with the great view of the street below.
He opened her car door for her and she smiled at him, her eyes shining even at the distance I was at. He reached up to sweep away a stray hair that had been blown by the slight wind outside, his hand caressing her cheek. Her eyes closed and it looked like she shivered. She got in and he closed the door before racing to the driver's side.
Mark was so going to lose.
And I had a feeling that I was going to gain…
Meredith Grey would be a great sister in law.