"Meredith!" Christina yelled from the bottom of the steps. "Meredith!"

"God, Chris. It's too damn yearly." Meredith groaned emerging in her shorts, pajama pants and a camisole.

"Come here! Quick. Brandon has a friend over. And on my god, I though I was going to orgasm when I saw him."

Meredith giggled coming down the steps and headed to the window Christina was staring at. "Oh my…"

"God." Christina shook her head scanning the topless, mysterious guy up and down.

"What the hell is going on down here?" Derek groaned as he and Mark appeared sleepily in the doorway, but neither of the girls heard them.

"It's just…"

"Too gorgeous for words." Meredith finished Christina's statement.

"Why do we have to have a look don't touch policy with those boys?"

"I'm just… Oh my god. Is he taking them off?"

"We can only hope!"

They both leaned to see, but let out an aggravated sigh as he wore swim trunks underneath.

"Damn." They both said at the same time.

"Thank you so, so much for waking me." Meredith said playfully bowing down to her friend. She turned to see the two guys watching her. "What?" She gave them a confused look.

"Your screaming friend woke us." Derek pointed out.

"Well, if you saw that as that guy was carrying, you would scream too." Christina commented glaring at them as she headed to the coffee pot.

"I doubt that." Mark groaned.

"What did you expect her to do?" Meredith gave them a 'duh' look. "Besides," She leaned over to pick up something unaware that they were watching her chest. "My house. If you have a problem with it, leave."

"What's going on?" Preston asked coming behind Mark and Derek with no shirt on. Meredith couldn't help but notice her friend's attention to it, but she said nothing.

"Cute boy." Mark said doing air quotes.

"Hey! We did not call him 'cute.' Denise is cute. This boy was hot." Christina said.

"You're not doing that body justice." Meredith shook her head. "He was gorgeous. He was steamy. He was my date tonight."

"How do you propose you're going to do something like that?" Christina asked taking a long sip of coffee she just poured.

"Brandon is one of my closest friends. He can pull some strings. Besides, his mom loves me. I will find a way."

Christina shook her head. "You're such a whore."

Meredith laughed. "That is so mean. I didn't say I would sleep with him."

"Mer, I'm sorry to say this. But you are in fact… you!"

They laughed as Meredith shook her head. "Shut up. You are really not one to talk now are you?"

Christina pretended to glare at her well aware that they both knew that they were just playing around.

"Up for the beach?" Meredith asked.

"Sure." She shrugged.

Meredith turned to leave to find the three guys sitting at the table listening to the whole conversation. She rolled her eyes. "It's rude to eavesdrop."

"It's not eavesdropping if you speak loud enough for us to hear." Mark pointed out.

"It was still a private conversation." Meredith agued.

"You knew we were here. So technically we weren't secretive about it. So it was not eavesdropping."

"It's still listening in!" She said a little louder.

"We're so sorry that you're friend woke us." Derek yelled.

"This is my house! You can leave. I don't want you here. But if Christina sees an amazing hot guy, I want to know." She yelled back. "So just stop!"

With that, she stormed out. Christina burst into laughter.

"She told you." She shook her head, grabbed her own and Meredith's coffee and walked out.

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"What is wrong with you?" Christina asked leaning against the door. Meredith glared at her.

"Nothing." She mumbled.

"Now, you're lying." She pointed out, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I am not."

"You are too."

She sighed, looked at her, then back at what she was looking at, then finally back at her. "It's him."

"Who?"

She walked over and shut the door. "Mark."

"McSteamy?"

"You McNicknamed him?"

"Well, he is kind of Steamy, and that's our thing. But that's not the point, what does McSteamy have to do with that blowup?"

"I can't stop."

"Mer, you're making no sense."

"I can't stop thinking about him." She sighed.

"What?"'

"I don't know. I just… Oh my god." She banged her head against her hand.

"Oh, Mer…"

"You're one to talk. I saw you checking out Burke."

"I was not."