A/N: Well, here it is! Read, enjoy, and REVIEEWWWW!!!! :]

M POV

I audibly cussed as I read my incoming text from Cristina, saying she had to ditch our outing tonight so she could go out with some guy named Owen. She had ditched me to deal with Finn alone, and needless to say, I wasn't happy. Finn was a great guy, no doubt there, but he definitely wanted...more...than me. That's why I had Cris; Finn was less likely to try and make-out with me at the movies tonight if someone else was sitting next to him, glaring.

I put in my iPod headphones, sung along, and walked to the kitchen, all while I furiously texted Cristina. "Give me the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in the rock and roll..." I quietly sang as I slid across the kitchen. I felt eyes on me and looked up to meet the eyes of Addison and Derek.

"Well," I said as I nodded at them, "this is a little bit awkward, huh?"

D POV

I couldn't help but crack a smile-no matter how mad I was supposed to be at her- when Meredith looked between the two of us. I couldn't tell if she actually expected an answer or not, but she looked serious enough. I put my chin in my hand, propping my head up, as I examined Meredith. She was clad in skinny jeans and a snug shirt with her hair falling down over her shoulders, adorable. I was jarred out of my thoughts by a jab in the ribs from Addison.

"If you're going to openly stare at a girl, will you at least look in my general direction?" She hissed, not quiet enough. I saw Meredith smirk and spin around to pull something out of a cabinet and I could feel my face heat at being caught.

"So. Why are you guys even here?" She looked at Addison through narrow eyes.

"Oh," I snapped to attention, "movies. Movies, we're going to the movies and were here to see if..."

Looking into Mer's soft green eyes, I lost track of my thoughts and forgot exactly what we were there for. Addison glared at me as she finished my answer. "To see if Mark was interested in doubling."

"Oh, cool! I'm going to the movies tonight, too. With Finn..." she added the last part quietly, as though she was just realizing it.

"How is old Dandridge?" I couldn't resist asking.

"Oh. Finn is...Finn. Finn's good, he's good." She punctuated her sentence with a puff of air.

I grunted in response and turned to face the table. Stupid girl that I can't stay away from. Stupid girl's date.

M POV

"C'mon, Finn," I said, my tone annoyed, "let's just watch the movie." That had to be at least the third time Finn had casually tried to stark kissing me. I could tell he was wondering what was wrong when he brought his arm, which had been wrapped around me, back to his lap.

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I figured there was no point in trying to keep up with the movie, now that it was almost over. I took to looking around the theater, noting how many people were texting, trying to hide their screens under jackets. I then noticed that someone was looking in my direction, a couple of rows down. When he saw me notice his staring, he went back to watching the screen.

I smirked when Addison turned around too, wondering what Derek had been looking at. I couldn't resist the urge the give her a little wave when her eyes fell on me.

D POV

I saw her, when she gently shoved Finn's advances away, and somehow I knew that she and Finn wouldn't last.

"What are you looking at?" Addison asked, turning towards the back of the theater.

"Nothing, just...nothing." I whispered as I went back to watching the stupid movie Addison had picked out. I inwardly cringed when I heard her let out a quiet "bitch," knowing that she had discovered the object of my affections. I leaned further into the other armrest, as I had been doing the entire night. Addison had been subtly trying to lean into me the entire night and it had honestly been annoying me.

When the credits came up I turned around for the fiftieth time, only to see that Meredith and Finn were gone. How had I missed her exit? I grabbed Addison's hand and pulled her out of the theater quickly, hoping she thought I only wanted to avoid Meredith, when I really wanted to run into her.

I stopped when I saw her sitting at one of the raised tables in the theater lobby, alone. I looked around for Finn, and spotting him nowhere, told Addison I'd be right back. Ignoring her sigh of protest, I headed over to Meredith's table.

"Where's the McVet?" I joked.

She looked up then, noticing me and smiling. "The what?" She asked, clearly confused by my bad joke.

"Nothing. But where's Dandridge? You shouldn't be alone in here, all sorts of creeps lurking." I pointed out.

"Oh, he..." she looked around a little bit, "Finn left. Without me. Told me to call my own 'damn ride.'"

"What? Why?" I questioned, absolutely furious.

"Calm down, Derek. I told him I didn't think things were going well, and that we shouldn't drag this on, and he got pissed." She stated like it was no big deal.

"Well what? Were you going to just sit here and hope some creep would come up and offer you a ride? Or at least call Mark?" I asked, jokingly, as I tried to quiet my anger at Finn.

"Oh, I was hoping some creepy stalker would offer me one. You know, if you offer to drive me, my wish will be granted," she joked back, smirking.

"Oh that was cold," I flirted, "for that, I might just leave you here, all alone." I started to walk off slowly.

"You wouldn't!" She called, running up behind me.

"Right you are," I muttered, leading the way back to Addison.

M POV

Somewhere, deep in my mind, I knew that Derek and I had been flirting. I also knew that it was inappropriate. I also knew that I could also shut up that part of my mind by focusing on Derek's smile.

I was pretty giddy when he dropped Addison off at her house first, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Addison was pissed to the point of seeing red. I climbed up front next to Derek and blushed when our hands touched the radio at the same time.

"So why's Finn being such a McBastard?" he asked, smirking.

"A McBastard?" I couldn't help but giggle.

"Yeah. McBastard, the McFutureVet is a McBastard. I'm pretty good at the McWording, don't you think?" He seemed so serious and it only made me laugh harder.

"But seriously. He could have at least driven you home." He grumbled.

"Yes but then we wouldn't have this lovely bonding time." I pointed out. "Derek...why are we mad at each other?" I finally asked.

"I don't know...I really don't. Why are we mad?" He seemed astounded, almost.

"Stupid, huh?" I asked. I didn't expect an answer, though.

We pulled into the driveway and saw that Mark wasn't home. This knowledge inspired Derek to walk me to the door.

"So..." He started. I had my back against the door, and he faced me with one arm brace against the door on my right side. To anyone walking or driving by, it would've seemed like we were ending a date.

"So..." I responded, biting my bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, "I'm sorry I let this happen, and I'm sorry I tried to make you jealous-"

"You what?" I asked, eyes wide.

"I want to be you friend, Mer." He continued as if he hadn't heard me. "I don't want you to feel like you should be mad at me and I definitely don't want to be mad at you because I care about you." He closed his eyes as he finished his sentence, as if he was relieved to have finally admitted it.

My eyes fluttered closed when he leaned in towards me in that way that I had come to know and love so well. They snapped open again, however when he muttered, "I can't" and began to walk back towards his car. He stopped and turned back around to me.

"Bye, Mer." He smiled sadly.

"Bye, Derek." I smiled back as I turned and went into the house, locking the door behind me.

Five minutes later, I heard a loud banging at the front door and ran downstairs to investigate.

"I swear to God, Mark, if you forgot your key again..." I muttered.

I swung open the door to see Derek, instead of Mark.

"Derek," I breathed, "What're you...? You scared the crap out of me!" I slapped his chest for emphasis.

"Where's Mark?" He asked quickly.

"Uh...he was supposed to stay out all night...but I never know with him..." I explained, confused as hell.

Just like old times, all thought left when he kissed me. He kept trying to tell me something, but ended up kissing me again, instead.

"We."


Kiss.

"We have."

Kiss.

"Talk...we have to."

Kiss kiss.

"Talk we have to talk!" he tried to get it all out.

Kiss. Long kiss.

At that point and time, Derek could have told me we had to rob a bank in broad daylight with no masks and name tags. I would have gone along with him.