Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy… if I did, McDreamy wouldn't turn into McAsshole at the end of S3. So there.
A/N: So here's the next chapter… thanks a bunch to all that reviewed! Please, PLEASE tell me what you think! A little Lexzie in this chapter... but just a TINY smidge...lol
Chapter 02: The Rest of the Gang
Addison and Meredith smiled at each other nervously, both not sure what to say to the other. William cleared his throat.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Dinner's getting cold. Let's go in," he said, taking Meredith's suitcase. Meredith followed Addison to the grand dining room. Meredith marveled at the size of the home. It was like museum. There were crystal chandeliers in every room, and the walls were painted in a very expensive cream color.
"I know it's a little extravagant. But this house is actually really ancient. It's been here since the early 1900's, you know," Addison conversed as they sat down in their seats.
"What do your friends think of all this?" Meredith asked as a maid placed a bowl of soup in front of her. Addison laughed.
"They don't really care. My friends live in townhouses and penthouses all over Manhattan," she replied. Meredith glanced at Addison. She still looked uncomfortable.
"We don't have to be friends…. I mean, we can be fake sisters, but we don't have to be fake friends," Meredith said. William chuckled at Meredith's choice of words.
"Don't mind Addie, Meredith. She's just a little nervous. She's never had a sister. She's been an only child since her mother left when she was 2 years old. You see, Addison's mother realized that she wasn't cut out for the Mom job, so she left for Europe. We haven't heard from her since," William explained, a little too casually, like it was a story he's shared a million times. Addison sunk in her seat.
"Dad!" she scolded him. William just shrugged.
"Addie, she will find out eventually. Anyway…" Meredith held up her hand.
"That's okay, William, you don't have to share anymore. I'll let Addison share the rest of the story later," she interrupted. Addison smiled at Meredith gratefully.
"Now, what's the main course?"
GAGAGAGAGA GAGAGAGAGA GAGAGAGAGA"So, this is your room," Addison announced, opening the door to Meredith's bedroom. The wall was also painted in a cream color, but other than that, it looked like a very normal teenage girl's room, to Meredith's relief. Addison looked around and scowled.
"It's sort of small, but we can renovate it if you want a bigger space." the tall redhead plopped herself down on the queen sized bed.
"This is perfect. This is bigger than my house in Seattle," Meredith stated. Addison gaped at her.
"How small was your house? Anyway… Tell me about yourself, Meredith. All I know from Ellis is that you're a High School Junior and you're an athlete." Meredith placed her Burberry suitcase on the bed and opened it. Addison eyed the clothes and raised her eyebrows.
"Wow. New York City fashion in Seattle? People must hate you," Addison laughed, and Meredith joined in as well.
"Yeah. I love clothes. And shoes. My dad's shipping my shoes in a few days. Can I borrow yours while I wait?" Meredith asked, pulling out her assorted outfits from the suitcase.
"Sure… What does your parents do? I mean, your dad and step mom?" Addison questioned.
"My dad is the Dean of the University of Washington and my step mom, Susan, she's a Chef at this four-star restaurant in Seattle."
"How normal." Meredith laughed at Addison's bluntness. After the giggles subsided, Addison lay back.
"This is cool, having a fake sister. Do you have any sisters that Ellis abandoned with you?" Meredith continued to put her clothes away.
"No. I do have 2 younger half-sisters. Lexie, she's a sophomore, a wannabe. She always tries to steal my clothes. And Molly, she's in the 8th grade She's still nice. But I'm guessing that since I left, Lexie will use her evil magic and turn her into a mini-wannabe." Addison snorted.
"You hate this Lexie, huh?"
"No, she just gets on my nerves. I guess it's flattering; she wants to be like me. But she should at least ask if she wants to borrow my clothes." Meredith complained. Addison gave her a look.
"Don't worry, I won't steal yours, Mom will probably let me live in Blendel's or something. I'm that much of a shopping freak." Meredith added. Addison gasped.
"Me too! One time, I spent the whole summer in Paris, shopping." She said.
"Addison, we're like kindred spirits." Meredith replied.
"True."
A few hours and an unpacked suitcase later, the two girls were settled on Meredith's bed with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of Chardonnay, watching "Breakfast At Tiffany's", Addison's favorite movie.
"Audrey Hepburn is my hero. She's just so…" Addison trailed off, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it in her mouth.
"Elegant!" Meredith finished for her. They giggled. Meredith poured some wine into her glass as well as Addison's.
"So, tell me about your life in Seattle, Mer," Addison inquired, not taking her eyes off the television. Meredith sighed.
"Pretty boring. I focused a lot on sports. Soccer's my favorite, and field hockey. I didn't really have time for friends," she explained.
"Well, now you will, don't worry. Sports, huh? I play tennis. I guess I'm sporty too, then," Addison snickered.
"Add that to our common list!" Meredith exclaimed, holding her wineglass up.
"How about boys? You're cute, and your laugh is infectious. You must have had a boyfriend over there." Meredith stared out the window.
"There was this guy. His name is Finn. But he's a college student now. We started dating when I was a freshman and he was a senior. He goes to Brown University in Rhode Island. He wants to be a Vet." Meredith told Addison. Addison scrunched her face up.
"Ew. Don't marry a Vet. Vets aren't even real Doctors." Addison said bluntly, making Meredith laugh.
"True. Maybe I'll find a real-future Doctor here," she agreed, remembering a certain dark-haired boy with a dreamy smile. Addison rolled her eyes.
"You probably will. St. Grace Prep School is like, the #1 Prep School for future doctors. All the doctors kids go there," she said.
"Don't look so excited about going to school with future healers," Meredith joked. Addison smiled.
"Sorry. I guess I just can't wait to graduate," Addison said.
"Well, this year's gonna be fun. I've got you to campaign as the next Queen Bee!" Addison exclaimed.
"So I'm guessing you're the current one?" Meredith asked.
"You'll see," she smirked.
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The next morning, Meredith got up extra early. It took her an hour to figure out what she was gonna wear, and an extra hour for Addison's approval, and then finding her matching shoes. She stared at the chosen outfit lying on her bed.
"Here we go," she whispered to herself, picking up the items.
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Addison stared at herself in the mirror. She promised herself that this year, it was gonna be different. Her junior year was great, but there were some things that she wished she could do over. She looked at the picture on her nightstand. It was taken at the same time last year, at the Homecoming Masquerade. His shining blue eyes stared at her from the picture and her heart broke. Last year, they were happy. And then… But this year, they were gonna start over. Rewind. Be kind, rewind. She said to him in their last conversation. He reluctantly agreed. But he agreed, she thought, which was better than nothing. She took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out, her air of confidence slowly decreasing with every step.
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Derek Shepherd groaned. He expected that this would happen today, but not this early. He looked at his unfinished bowl of Muesli, then at his younger sister, Nancy Shepherd.
"Nance! It's too early!" Derek whined.
"Come on, Der! It's important! I'm a freshman! I have a lot to prove, so I want to look great! Come on… Marc Jacobs or Ralph Lauren slacks?" Nancy exclaimed.
"Ralph Lauren." He said after a moment. Nancy looked at it.
"You sure?" Derek groaned.
"Who cares, Nancy? If you want to prove something, go and socialize. I'll help you." Nancy glared at her older brother.
"Easy for you to say! You're a senior. You don't have to impress anyone anymore. You're the one that us underclassmen have to impress! You know, if Katherine was here, she would help!" Derek looked down at himself.
"Well, it's true. I do look good." He replied. Nancy rolled her eyes. Derek turned back to his Muesli.
"At least you have one less person to impress," Derek added, his mouth full of wheaty goodness.
"I hate you," Nancy growled before matching back up to her room.
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Mark Sloane slowly inhaled the piece of joint. He and junior, Alex Karev has been smoking up for a good 2 hours at Central Park, their daily routine ever since Alex's freshman year and Mark's sophomore year.
"Dude, can you believe it? You're gonna be outta here in less than a year," Alex slurred, then giggled. What a junkie.
"Nope." Mark responded, not paying attention.
"We gotta go, Izzie's gonna kill me if she finds out I'd rather smoke pot than pick her up for school," Alex said, getting up.
"You go. I'll stay here. Maybe I'll call Derek or Preston," Mark said. Alex laughed.
"Burke's still at that Red Cross Camp in Africa and Derek hates your guts… unless you don't remember…" Alex trailed off when he saw his other friend, or should I say, his target since Kindergarten, George O'Malley walking a few blocks in front of them.
"I do remember! Perfectly! Now get away from me!" Mark shouted. Alex raised his eyebrows.
"You need to stop getting high, man." Alex said before turning around and running after George. Mark coughed and stared at his joint. No. Fricking. Way.
"Baby boy, wait up!" George sighed and slowed his pace down.
"Alex," he grunted. Alex slapped George very hard on the back.
"How was your summer? Mine was great, smoking up at the Hamptons and having sex with Izzie Stevens every night. That girl has the biggest rack I've ever seen!" Alex exclaimed.
"Don't talk about Izzie like that. She's my best friend," George said, looking disgusted.
"Hey man, it's the truth. So… I hear you and Torres are hooking up. Dude, she's hot." Alex said.
"And don't talk about Callie like that either. She's… great," George muttered, blushing.
"I bet she is. Did you seal the deal yet?" Alex asked as they got on the city bus.
"Who says seal the deal?" George questioned, shaking his head.
"Men, Georgie, MEN." Alex answered.
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"Hey Alex, it's me, Izzie. I guess you're too busy getting high with Mark to pick me up this morning. I'll be with Cristina, see you at school. Or not." Izzie said, before hanging up the phone. Cristina snorted.
"Iz, I don't even know why you're still with that junkie. Seriously. All he ever does is smoke up and have sex with you." Cristina scolded Izzie as they walked through the streets of Manhattan.
"At least we have sex. You haven't dated since our freshman year, Cris. And he shouldn't even count, you dated Mark for, 3 days." Izzie argued.
"Whatever. He was boring. Plus, I'm too busy to date, with field hockey, soccer and school. I'm gonna be the next Ellis Grey," Cristina said confidently. Izzie rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. Hey, I heard Dr. Grey's daughter from Seattle is living here, so that means, she's going to our school. That means, we're all gonna be in the same grade, and since she's new, I'll be friends with her. You'll want to be friends with her because she's Ellis Grey's daughter, but I will be friends with her because she's Addison Montgomery's new sister. That means, I'll finally be friends with Addison Montgomery!" Izzie babbled.
"Seriously, Izzie. Why are we friends?" Cristina asked.
"Check that out," Izzie pointed to Callie Torres, or as people call her, "Addison's weird friend", walking a few feet in front of them.
"Why is she friends with Addison again?" Izzie asked.
"Because she was the one that sat on Mark Sloane after he tried to hit on Addison in the 1st grade." Cristina said, bored.
"So?" Cristina frowned.
"Did you hear she's dating George?" Cristina asked, changing the subject.
"What?! No he's not! George is my best friend! He would tell me! And I would talk him out of it! Dating Callie Torres is like… social suicide!" Izzie exclaimed.
Callie turned around and glared at them.
"Stevens. I can hear you. Shut your big mouth before I shut it for you." Callie said, before turning back around and walking away.
"Iz, she looked like she was gonna sit on you." Cristina laughed. Izzie looked at her watch.
"Oh my god! We'll be late for the Welcome Assembly! Let's go, Cris!" Izzie ran for it, leaving Cristina alone.
"God, I need new friends." Cristina muttered.