Cristina

I'm sick of it. Seriously, how many times does she have to cry over him?! 6 years ago he took off and left without even saying goodbye. What a jackass! Sometimes I just want to shake her and scream, "HE'S NO GOOD FOR YOU!" But nope, I'm stuck picking up the pieces. I swear if he comes to that reunion (which I am forced to go to, stupid Meredith!) he better watch out. Hell, if Burke comes to that reunion, he better do the same. But, I'm not talking about Burke; I'm talking about fricken Derek.

"He's an ass Mer."

She turned around, her eyes still glassy. "I know! I'm not crying about him, I'm crying because I got something in my eye."

"NO, you are crying because you were just looking at a picture of him…which I can't even believe you kept!" I yelled.

The tears in her eyes fell down her face and she tried her best to wipe them off. "It's not fair!" she sniffed. "He shouldn't have left…"

"But he did, years ago, and it's time to move on hunny. There are plenty of fish in the sea!"

"But he's my fish!" she whined, her tears flowing faster and faster down her pale skin.

I rolled my eyes, this was seriously getting old. "Burke left me 10 years ago and I haven't seen him since. You don't see me crying about anything. You know why? Cause I let him go. I had to let him go and-"

"And you're alone."

Geez. Ouch. "Wow, thanks Mer, that makes me feel a hell of a lot better."

"I'm sorry, you are right. I just had a momentary freak out, but I'm okay." She wiped the remaining tears away and smoothed out her hair. "I'm okay."

I softened then knelt down beside her. "Well how many freak outs are you going to have till you get it through your head that he's not coming back?"

She shrugged. "Probably a lot…"

"You see? That's bad. You can't do that. You have to say to yourself, 'I'm a sexy bitch, I can have any man I want!' and you know what? After you do that…you'll be able to let go."

She sighed. "Cristina…I'm not saying that."

"Say it," I challenged.

"No, I am not!"

"Say it!"

"NO!"

"SAY IT!"

"CRISTINA!"

"Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it!"

"FINE!" she let out. Groaning loudly, she hesitantly said, "I'm a sexy bitch and can have any man I want."

"Say it louder," I grinned.

"What? That's ridicu-"

"Say it louder!"

"I'M A SEXY BITCH AND CAN HAVE ANY MAN I WANT!" she screamed. "Wow that felt good."

"Told you!" I smiled to myself then helped her up off the floor. "Now, let's get that man shall we?"

"Oh my God, you brought me to a club?"

I laughed, "You of all people should know clubs are the hot spots for single men."

"Correction," she stated, "Most of them are gay."

I shook my head, pulling out my ID. "Shut your trap will you?"

"Can I see some identification please?" the bouncer outside the door mumbled.

I flashed my shiny ID in his face then grabbed Meredith by the arm. "Can we get in?"

He nodded, then opened the door for us. "Have fun ladies."

Inside the club, you could barely see anything. Lights flashed in your face, and extremely drunk people swayed to hip hop music. I fluffed out my curly hair then walked towards the bar, holding tightly to Meredith's reluctant arm.

"Hi, apple martini and a shot of tequila please," I said to the bartender. He nodded then headed off to get our drinks. I turned towards my friend and grasped her arms. "Have fun, please?"

She hazily nodded. "I will, just give me a couple shots of these," she picked up a tequila shot and flung her head back while she downed it. "And I'll be good."

"Excuse me?"

My eyes flew to a tall, handsome man with gorgeous green eyes and beautiful brown hair. His teeth were white, he was in great shape, and his smile could probably kill you.

"Uhm yes?" I stammered.

"Are you ladies here alone?"

I saw Meredith blush and immediately thanked God for sending us an angel. "Actually, I'm taken, but she…she's single."

She looked at me, her eyes wide. "Cristina…"

"Oh look at the time! I better run off, call me okay Mer?"

Before she had a chance to say anything, I ran off towards the door. Finally, she seemed to be getting over him…and her consolation prize…not bad at all.

"IZZIE! YOU HOME?" I screamed as I entered the house.

"Over here," she replied.

I followed her voice to the kitchen where she was baking a cake. "Why are you here? Didn't you and Meredith go to the club?"

I raised my eye brows at her pissy tone and shrugged. "She met a hot guy, I took off. That was the whole point. She has got to get over Derek."

"Mmhmm…" She kept her eyes glued to a cook book and was trying her very best to act pissed.

"Okay Barbie what's your problem?"

She looked up, her brows furrowed. "You want to know my problem?" She threw her spatula down and flung off her apron. "My problem is that it's only you and Meredith! My problem is that I'm not included! What the hell Cristina, why am I not worthy to be in your secret circle?! I was home alone all night and not once did you ask if I wanted to come! What did I ever do to you?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. "It's not like that; we're different than you Izzie."

"No, that's no excuse."

"Well it's true!"

Just in time, the bell rang. Thank God I thought to myself. "I'll get it!" I hurried towards the door and flung it open.

"Cristina…"

I immediately shut it, my heart in my stomach. Oh crap.

A/N: Whoops, sorry about that September 31st thing. I meant the 30th. Thanks for pointing that out! And yes, I like Amy too. I'm writing her to be very likable, so expect lots of drama. Now I absolutely love writing Cristina, she's hilarious. But, who's at the door? Any guesses? Review please!! It would be a great Christmas gift!

Merry Christmas and Happy holidays everyone!!