I know I said I probably wouldn't be able to update till Thursday because of studying but that's not going so well so here is chapter six the not so long awaited dinner with Mer/Der…..
Chapter 6
She found Mark standing at the top of the steps holding a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of tequila.
"Who are they for?" Izzie asked eyeing the flowers.
"Well these are for you," he said handing over the flowers, "and this," he held up the tequila, "is for Meredith."
Izzie kissed him briefly then invited him in.
She banged on the kitchen door, "Meredith, come here for a minute!"
A harassed Meredith opened the door, "Izzie what is it? I'm trying to cook. Hey Mark."
Mark nodded politely, "I just need these put in water and Mark brought tequila for you."
Meredith grabbed the bottle and flowers and slammed the door shut. Izzie and Mark went into the living room. "So I would offer you a drink but Chef Grey won't let me in her kitchen."
"That's cool I can wait. I even have some ideas about what we can do while we're waiting."
"Oh really, care to share?" Mark pulled Izzie closer to him and started kissing her softly.
"Oh please get a room." Izzie and Mark broke apart to find Derek standing in the hall.
"Aww come on Derek you love seeing me make out!"
"Shut up Mark," he looked around,"Where's Meredith and Iz, why aren't you in the kitchen."
"Meredith is in the kitchen and I'm not in there because I'm not cooking," Izzie replied.
Derek came and sat down on the sofa, "she's cooking? When she said she was cooking I thought you would be the one making the food."
"Same but she's not let me in the kitchen at all."
"Is she really that bad a cook?" Mark asked, he didn't know why they were making such a fuss.
"You have no idea," Derek answered. "Remember the time that Kathleen tried to cook Nancy the birthday dinner?"
Mark laughed at the memory, "Yeah?"
"Well when Meredith cooks, anything she makes turns out ten times worse that Kathleen's meal did."
"Ohhh, that's bad."
"Who's Kathleen?"
"My sister, she's a shrink."
Izzie nodded, "interesting. I wish she would hurry up, I'm so hungry I've not had anything to eat since lunch."
Mark gasped, "That long?"
Izzie glared at him, "I like my food!"
As if on queue, Meredith came and told them to go sit at the table. Derek gulped but was the first one to sit down. Mark was next. Izzie took a deep breath and sank down in her chair. "Dear god help us," she muttered.
Meredith handed out plates and cutlery then put dishes of food in the middle of the table. No one moved.
"Come on, it is not that bad in fact maybe if you try it, you will find you actually enjoy it." Meredith was getting annoyed now.
Izzie and Derek mumbled something about waiting for Meredith to start first. "Don't listen to them," said Mark, "I'll eat your food it looks delicious."
Meredith looked at Derek and Izzie as if to say 'at least he cares'.
"Thanks Mark."
Mark put some chicken casserole on his plate, Derek took the lamb and Izzie took some of the pasta. The food as they had been expecting tasted like crap but they all put on cheery faces and told Meredith that her food was superb.
To Izzie's surprise the conversation wasn't awkward at all. She was amazed that Derek didn't see straight through Mark's ploy to win back his friend. It was obvious what he was doing. He started off talking about college and when they were kids and about 10 minutes later Derek was laughing and joking with him.
They then moved onto the subject of basketball and then they got into what seemed to be an old argument about whether rap or rock music was better. Before the end of the main course they had arranged to meet at Joe's for drinks the next night. Mark had been right Derek had forgotten why he had left New York. Meredith sat with an 'I told you so' look on her face. Her plan to make the two men friends again had worked.
"Mer, I'm proud of you. You cooked without burning the kitchen down and you didn't even have any help."
Meredith looked extremely pleased with herself, "thanks Iz, it wasn't that hard really."
"Is that why no one was allowed near the kitchen?"
"No Mark, no one was allowed in the kitchen because I didn't want them to see what I was doing."
"Well hunny, it tasted great," complimented Derek.
"You're welcome everyone. Now are you ready for dessert?"
"You even baked," said Izzie, "wait until I tell Christina."
"Yep that's right I baked muffins especially for you Iz. Hold on and I'll go and get them."
When Meredith came back through with the muffins she placed one in front of Izzie. "I want you to be the first one to try them."
"Sure." Izzie hesitantly took a bite of the muffin. They were surprisingly really good. "Mer these are amazing. Where did you get the recipe because I need to get a copy?"
"Uhmm…off some site on the internet."
"Seriously guys you need to taste these, they are delicious," she said handing two muffins to Mark and Derek. They both agreed with Izzie. When they had finished the muffins Derek started speaking.
"Do you want to stay at the trailer tonight?" he asked Meredith.
"Why?"
"Well if you come with me I may have a surprise for you."
"A surprise!" Meredith squealed. "Hold on I'll get my coat."
Finally Mark and Izzie would be left alone. As soon as they left Izzie leaped onto Mark's knee, "I am so glad they've gone, now we can do what we want."
"Oh yeah any ideas,"
"Yeah first of all we can put the rest of Meredith's food in the bin."
"My thoughts exactly, I am never coming round here again when she's cooking."
"It's ok for you; I've got to live with her."
"Aww poor you," Mark kissed the side of Izzie's neck.
"On second thoughts cleaning up could wait."
"Definitely," said Mark as Izzie led him up to her bedroom.
"When did you know you wanted to go into plastics?" It was a few hours after dinner and Izzie and Mark were lying in Izzie's bed.
"I'm not sure, I always knew I wanted to go into plastics or neuro, I guess in the end plastics was just the right choice for me. Have you picked a speciality yet?"
"I don't know. After Denny died," Izzie's voice shook a bit at the mention of Denny, "I wanted to go into cardio but recently I've been thinking about neuro."
"You'll have to make a decision soon, you become a resident next month."
"I know." She sat up and tied her hair back, "come on we have to go and clean the kitchen."
"Fun," said Mark sarcastically.
"The sooner we clean the kitchen the sooner we can come back up here," Izzie bribed.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Mark jumped off the bed, threw on some clothes and ran down to the kitchen. Izzie laughed and followed him. Mark was standing at the bottom of the stairs, "you're not a neat freak are you?"
"Why?"
"If you are you might have a small heart attack when you see the state of the kitchen."
"It can't be that bad, I'm sure Mer cleaned up as she cooked."
"Yeah I'm not so sure about that." Izzie slowly walked into the kitchen.
She was lost for words, the room was a mess, bits of food were everywhere, plates and dishes were stacked next to the sink and the oven was still left on. "Oh my god!" Izzie exclaimed turning the oven off. "Is she trying to kill us because I swear I will kill her first."
Mark wrapped his arms around Izzie's waist, "it's not that bad, just leave it for Meredith to clean tomorrow."
Izzie shook her head, "this is so disgusting, we need to clean it up now."
Mark groaned, the one thing he hated most in the world was cleaning. That was one of the advantages of living in a hotel, people cleaned your messes up for you.
"Iz, I don't clean."
She handed him an apron and a pair of rubber gloves. "You do now."
Mark put the stuff on the table, "I don't think so."
"I do, if you don't help me you will be on my list."
"What list?"
"Same one that Meredith is on." He didn't move. "Fine if you help me I'll fetch your scones and cappuccino's for a week."
"Ok but I'm not wearing the apron or the gloves that's just taking it too far."
"Fine. First of all you can get the plates from the table and empty all the leftover food into the bin outside." Mark did that while Izzie loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dishes, next she got a cloth and started wiping food from the walls. How Meredith had made such a mess, she would never know.
"Look what I found," said Mark returning from the garden. He held up an empty packet of muffins.
"That bitch, she didn't even make the muffins she bought them. I am never talking to her again. Ever."
"Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you."
"Yeah you'd be sorry if you did."
It took them over two hours until the room was in an adequate state. "Izzie please can we go to bed now, I mean I never thought I'd say this on a second date but I can't even be bothered with sex. I just want to sleep."
"Mark you didn't even do anything, all you did was take the rubbish out and empty the dishwasher."
"What's your point?"
"You are such a typical man."
"For your sake I would hope so."
"Ok all I need to do now is hoover."
"Izzie please can you not do that in the morning? Do you have OCD or something?"
"No I just like things neat and tidy."
Mark forced the cloth out of her hand, "come on you can finish in the morning." He took her hands and pulled her upstairs. He was about to lie down on the bed when she screamed. "No don't lie down you're filthy you need to have a shower first,"
"You know, it's a good job I like you so much."
"Aww thanks I feel so loved, now move."
"Only if you come with me."
"Sure, I'll join you in five minutes I just need to do something first."
"What?"
Izzie looked at him sheepishly, "hoover!"
"Izzie, please just…you know what? Why am I even trying you're going to do it anyway."
"It will only take a few minutes then I'll shower with you, promise!"
He kissed her on the lips. "Good,"
"No don't kiss me, I'm dirty right now."
He smiled at her and went into the bathroom, tonight, if possible had made him like her even more.
So I'm a little left of center
I'm a little out of tune
Some say I'm paranormal
So I just bend their spoon
Who wants to be ordinary
In a crazy, mixed-up world
I don't care what they're sayin'
As long as I'm your girl
Hey, you are on my side
And they, they just roll their eyes
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
Yeah, you get me
So what if I see the sunshine
In the pouring rain
Some people think I'm crazy
But you say it's okay
You've seen my secret garden
Where all of my flowers grow
In my imagination
Anything goes
I, I am all you want
They, they just read me wrong
You get me
When nobody understands
You come and hold my hand, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
Still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
'Cause you get me
You Get Me – Michelle Branch
Ok so I have no idea what to do for the next chapter, any ideas...please review...x