A/N: I still own nothing. But does anyone honestly expect me to any time soon? This chapter was a little tougher to write, so if you have any suggestions what-so-ever, let me know!

D POV

Mark. Agh Mark! Just...AGH! He just had to barge in. Oh the things I had been planning to do.

Meredith moaned quietly and I pulled her up against me, her legs around my waist.

"You okay, man?" he asked.

I sucked on her neck and collarbone, before moving up and kissing her lips.

I continued banging my head on the table.

I ran my hands down her back, groaning.

"Just. Freaking. Peachy. Man." I answered between slams.

And suddenly she disappeared as Mark worked his way into my subconscious.

Meredith shot me a warning glance. She was right, I couldn't just take my frustration out on her table. Mark was probably already wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I looked up at him. Yep. Hes wondering. I needed something to say.

"My Mom just called and told me I failed algebra three so I'm probably gonna be grounded for forever." There. He would believe that. Me and Mark were the same about our grades, we never really did the work, but still hated when we failed. Ironic, no?

He walked off muttering something about me being "weird as hell sometimes."

"So when is this party?" Meredith called to him, smiling at me.

M POV

If my brother is anything, he is a master at throwing parties. I'd never seen so many people at a party in my life! I didn't know most of them, but the few I did know were all juniors or seniors from school. I wandered around aimlessly, looking for something to do. Parties weren't really my "thing" so to speak. I didn't know anyone enough to dance with them, though I'd been asked several times. I wasn't interested in getting arrested so I stayed away from the illegal stuff floating around the house. I smiled when I saw someone I knew.

I'd know that head of hair anywhere. Derek was looking around while he chewed on his lip, contemplating what to do, I guess. He let go of his lip and smiled when he made eye contact with me. Thanks to the low lights and flashing strobes, he couldn't see my blush.

He sauntered his way over and I took the time to appreciate his clothing choice. He wore a red shirt. A very nice red shirt. Button down, open enough at the top to make any girl want to touch him. His rugged jeans were icing on the cake. God did he know how to work a pair of ratty, torn-up jeans.

"Hey there." he said, smiling.

"Hey yourself," I responded with a smirk.

"You're bored," he said. It wasn't a question.

"A little bit, yeah."

"That's because you don't know how to party. You could always go out there," he pointed to the dance floor, "and grind with me." He finished with a grin.

"Derek! You know we can't...Mark's here and he's walking around and if he saw us and yesterday we almost got caught and-"

"And I was joking..." he interrupted, laughing. "Listen Mer. I know we can't. Yesterday...I think we were both a little caught up and..." He wasn't smiling anymore, "you're his sister, and I'm his best friend and he's big, Mer, big!"

"Now who's freaking out?" I giggled. Note to self: Derek is cute when hes panic-y.

Sighing, he started again. "Yeah...I know. But we can't be anything more than friends right now. Just because Mark would kick my ass, and I happen to like my ass un-kicked, thank you very much."

His last sentence got me thinking. "So..." I started quietly, "are you saying you'd want to be something more than friends?" I asked. "If the thing with Mark wasn't a problem." I added quickly.

He flushed red with embarrassment. "Well you're really pretty Mer, and you have a great personality, and...yeah. I guess that's what I'm saying." he shot me a million-dollar-smile.

"Thanks" I said, biting my lip.

D POV

"Der...Where do we stand?" I heard. Meredith looked at me with a questioning look.

"Do what?" I asked. I got more and more zoned out when looking at her lately.

"Stand. Where do we stand? As in...do we see other people or do we wait to figure this out or...?"

She didn't finish. I guess that was my cue to throw something in. I decided to answer honestly.

"Mer. I don't want you meeting someone you like and turning them down just because of me. We can sort this out and when we finally do, we can decide where to go from there."

She nodded understandingly. "Okay." She smiled that adorable smile and I felt myself leaning in. she followed cue, the smile fading from her lips. Our noses bumped and out lips followed suit. These were the moments I lived for, lately. Her lips against mine, my nose against her cheek, my hands on her neck and the back of her head. Then she was gone. I opened my eyes and found myself dazed. She was scurrying away and I found myself wondering what I'd done wrong...untill I felt a hand on my shoulder. A very Mark-like hand. Oh God. Please don't hit my face. Anything but my face...or my balls. I want children someday. I turned around slowly, lost in my thoughts.

"H..hey. Ma-Mark!" I stammered. Okay, so Mark wasn't huge in comparison to me, but I fought like a girl. That's how I got my nose broken. I stood up to Mark one day and found myself flat on my back, my nose stinging.

"Derek. Someone's having fun tonight." he gestured with his head in the direction that Meredith had run.

"Wh-who? Oh...her." Maybe he hadn't noticed it was Meredith at all. "Yeah we were just...uh..dancing and she started kissing me and we-" I stopped when I realized it sounded like I was blaming Mer. Not the face not the balls. Please please please.

"Looked a helluva lot like Meredith. But I know it wasn't because I know if it was Mer, you'd know I would personally kick your ass. And you wouldn't want that. So you'd never get near Meredith like that, now would you Derek?"

I'm fairly sure my heart stopped. "Oh uh never Meredith. Noo." I tried to laugh it off, but my laugh came out high-pitched and faded quickly. After clearing my throat I finished. "Noo. Never Meredith. I like my ass un-kicked and you know I'd never..."

"Good. Wouldn't want to have to kill you, man. You're ,my best bud after all." He smiled. My smile back came out more like a wince. He finally walked away and I let out a puff of air. Things had just gotten a whole hell of a lot more complicated. I was positive, at that point, Meredith Grey would be the death of me, and her older brother would be the executioner.

A/N Soo? Soo??? :] I hope it lived up to your expectations. Don't worry about the lack of MerDer action! If that's what you're looking for, then you will definnitely be happy with the next update. Very angsty, very...well. You'll see. ;] R&R please!