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As we were driving back to the house, Meredith sent me a text message. It read: EVERYTHING IS READY WHENEVER YOU ARE. GET HERE ASAP –MER

Hannah looked over at my cell phone when she saw that I was reading the text. "What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. You'll see," I replied.

She saw through me. "What did you do?"

I smirked. "Oh, nothing. Like I said, you'll see."

She sighed playfully. "Okay."

I smiled and kept on driving towards the house, becoming more and more excited as time passed.

When we arrived, Hannah was shocked to see so many cars parked outside of the house. "What's going on?"

I tried to keep a straight face. "Nothing. This is normal. A lot of people live around here."

She was skeptical. "Okay, I'll try to act like you're not lying to me. Not sure if I can do it much longer, though."

I laughed. "Did anyone ever mention to you how sarcastic you are?"

"Only about every day of my life. Thanks for noticing, though," she said with a genuine smile.

We got out of the car and walked up the steps. I heard Meredith start to tell everyone to be quiet, so I started to talk to Hannah to hide her voice.

"Here we are. Home sweet home."

"Yeah. Can we go inside, though? I'm kind of tired."

"Sure," I said, hoping she wasn't that tired. I unlocked the door and walked into the pitch black house, Hannah following closely behind me.

"Why's it so dark?"

"I don't know," I said as I flipped on the light.

"SURPRISE," everyone shouted. Meredith, George, Alex, Cristina, and anyone else who could manage to get the night off was in the living room, shouting to Hannah.

Hannah's smile, if possible, grew even wider. She stood there, looking back and forth at me and the partygoers, speechless. "Wha…how…why…who…" she tried to say.

I laughed. "Guys, this is Hannah. Hannah, this is everyone." They all said hello to Hannah and she said hello back. I pointed out George, Meredith, Alex, and Cristina, the few people that I mentioned to her.

She surveyed the place. There were pink, green, and orange balloons everywhere. A Welcome to Seattle poster hung over the archway. Food was spread out everywhere and a big cake was set up in the corner of the living room, near the table with soda.

Bravely, Meredith decided not to put out drinks at the party. She said that she would be able to manage to stay away from the liquor cabinet, especially the one containing the tequila, for Hannah. Then, when I reminded her that she didn't keep liquor in the house, she realized that the only place she would be able to get drunk was a Joe's, and we were definitely not having Hannah's party there.

The whole party idea, in actuality, was Meredith and George's. I still can't believe that they have done so much for Hannah already, even though they hadn't met her until about two minutes ago. I'm glad they've been so accepting of everything that's been going on with me. Their assistance with helping me cope with Denny and deal with Hannah's situation has been great. They're just about the best friends a girl could ask for. But I still don't understand why I deserve them. I know that I say this over and over, but it's true. I've screwed up so many things in my life, and when I'm down, they're always there to help me, to guide me in the right direction.

I grew up as the pretty girl. Not the smart girl. Not the brainiac that Cristina is. Not the sweetheart that George is. Not the jock that Alex is. Not the girl with the legendary mother like Meredith. I was just the pretty girl. And everyone knows the pretty girl gets all the attention. She gets all the attention, but never the true friends. She gets the attention from hot guys and fake girls that roam around the planet thinking that their shit doesn't stink. But true friends for the pretty girl? Well, they're few and far between. Before moving here, I never really had true friends. Friends that will do whatever it takes to see you happy. Friends that actually care. I feel pretty lucky to have friends like this. Friends that, even though they don't even know her, will throw your daughter a party just for moving in. It feels great to be loved. I only hope Hannah will feel just as loved as I do.

While I continued on with my day dream, Hannah had started to mingle with the rest of my friends. She had introduced herself to the people I had told her about, and was off meeting my other friends and co-workers. I grabbed a few chips from the bowl and sat down on the couch next to Meredith.

"She seems great, Izzie. Not to mention she's adorable."

I smiled. "Yeah, she is. I'm kind of nervous, though."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting or something, but she seems so…so okay with what's happened in the past week. I mean, a week after Denny died I was still a mess. I mean, I still am a mess inside, but I know that I have to deal with it on my own time now since Hannah's here. But she's…she's so happy for someone who just lost both of her parents. I just don't get it."

"Yeah, I noticed that. I thought she was just being nice, but she does seem really happy. But maybe you're right. Maybe you're reading into this too much. Maybe she's dealing with it in her own way and we're just overreacting for nothing."

"Yeah, I hope you're right."

Cristina sat down next to me on the arm of the couch. "Hey, Izzie. Mer, where's the alcohol?"

"We don't have any. Why?"

"What? You don't have any? Don't tell me this is going to be another Thanksgiving rerun where I have to go out and buy some because someone doesn't believe in keeping it in the house."

"Jeez, relax Cris. But for God's sake, it's a party for a twelve year old. We don't need liquor," Meredith quipped.

"Yeah, well you wouldn't be saying that if you were sitting here with a nice big bottle of tequila, now, would you?" she scoffed.

I pushed her off the couch and laughed.

"What the hell was that for?"

"For being you."

"What?"

"Oh, never mind. Just get your mind off of having a drink. If you're thirsty, there's always soda. Or you can go raid the fridge for all I care."

"Is there beer in there?"

"No, Cristina. There's no beer. But I think Burke just walked in there a few minutes ago"

She stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen. "You guys really don't know how to throw a party."

Meredith and I laughed at her as soon as she was out of earshot. "Jeez, what's up her ass," I asked.

Mer laughed. "I don't know, but she's awfully moody lately."

"It's Cristina. She's always moody."

"Good point," she said as we laughed.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Hannah and George were having a conversation. I thought they would get along well, I said to myself.

I turned back around to see that Meredith had gotten up and Alex had taken her place.

"Hey, Izzie," he said.

"Alex. Hi," I said back. I didn't think we were on the greatest terms after everything that had happened, but I didn't want to screw anything else up this time. Maybe it was just a friendly conversation. Maybe it wasn't.

"So, uh, how come you never told any of us you had a kid?"

"Alex, this is not the time to ask me that. Start with something simpler, something like, 'How are you?' Then we'll take it from there, okay?"

He looked kind of shocked at my sudden outburst. "Okay. How are you, Izzie?"

I smiled. "That's better. And I'm doing great, Alex, how about you?"

He shook his head. "You're not doing great, Izzie. I can tell."

"Yeah? How?"

"Let's just say when you work with Addison Shepherd you get to know a thing or two about women's expressions. Like, when chicks say they're fine, they're not really fine. And when you say you're great, you're not great. So spill it, Izzie. Tell me what's wrong?"

"Oh, you can get all of that out of working with Addison?"

He nodded.

"How?"

"Between me and you, she's even more scary and damaged than Grey is."

I laughed. "How so?"

Right when he was about to answer, we heard the door bell ring. Bailey, who was closest to the door, opened it.

"Speak of the devil. Well, look who it is."

"I didn't invite her. Did you invite her?"

"No, and I know for sure Meredith and Cristina didn't invite her. And I don't think Bambi's stupid enough to invite her, so that leaves one option."

"What?"

"She has a reason."

She stepped through the doorway and hung up her coat. She didn't care that most of the partygoers had stopped partying and stared at her. She just kept walking. She kept walking until someone jumped in her way. Someone small. Someone blonde. Someone who looked an awful lot like me.

"Auntie Addison!"

A/N- A cliffhanger! Don't hate me, guys! If a lot of you review, I'll be motivated to post faster! Hope you liked it!

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