016: Ring
Continuity: After My Favorite Mistake
Ring!
She groaned into her pillow.
Ring!
Why hadn't she turned her cell phone off before trying to sleep? Admittedly, she hadn't been getting much sleep lately but...that wasn't the point.
Ring!
Fumbling with the phone for a moment, Izzie stared blankly at the contact that had appeared. George.
She paused for a moment, ignoring the way her heart sped up at his name. Should she answer?
Ring!
"...Hello?"
"Thank God. Iz, I've missed you so much..."
"I've...missed you too, George. "
A pause.
"We need to talk..."
Great. Those were four words a girl never wanted to hear.
017: Stars
Continuity: Anytime
"I honestly don't know any constellations."
She stared at him. "Seriously, George?"
"Not even the Big Dipper." Somehow, they'd both managed to get locked out of the house in the dead of night. So Izzie and George were sitting on the lawn, stargazing.
"Look," Izzie guided his hand to the brightest star. "The Big Dipper's just south of the North Star." She helped him trace it with his finger. "See it?"
"Yeah." George grinned. "I used to think stars were just fireflies stuck up in that big bluish-black thing."
Izzie laughed. "You really need to stop watching The Lion King..."
018: Picture
Continuity: Anytime
"Seriously?"
"Yes, George, I have a MySpace." Izzie was spending her break uploading pictures onto said MySpace. George was hovering nearby.
"That's such a stupid trend."
"Just because you don't know how to make one-"
"I could make one! I'm just...boycotting them." Izzie smirked. She had a look in her eye. "Izzie-"
"Smile!" Before George could react, she'd snapped several pictures. The flash had startled him, sending George stumbling backward into a patient who promptly vomited on him. In minutes,Izzie had a picture of George covered in vomit uploaded under the caption 'my best friend'.
"...I hate MySpace..."
019: Friend
Continuity: During A Hard Day's Night
He was tying his shoelace when she walked in. Even though they'd met at the mixer, George hadn't spoken to her since. But she was still blonde, still stacked, and most definitely still a super model.
And he was still just George.
He cleared his throat loudly as she closed her locker, earning her attention. " You're Isobel Stevens, right?"
She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "What did I tell you about my name at the mixer?"
"That your friends call you Izzie."
"Call me Izzie."
George paused. "Oh. Okay. Izzie."
"George, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
020: Forever
Continuity: Anytime
Izzie slips into George's room one night, just to watch him sleep. She knows George watches her sleep, and wonders why he does it. Now, watching him, she know why. George looks content now.
"George?"
Silence answers her. Izzie eases the covers back and scoots into bed next to him, not really surprised when George's arms wrap around her without his knowing. This is what usually happens. In the morning, they'll wake up with their limbs completely entangled.
Izzie finds it easier to sleep in George's bed than in her own. And sometimes, Izzie wishes she could stay here forever.