She returned back to her house later than the guys had. They had caught a ride with their parents while she stopped by a little store for some things for her and Christina. Kicking off her heels, she threw her keys down on the table and walked further into the house. When she walked into the living room, she saw Christina sitting on the couch with her suitcase by her feet.
"Going somewhere?' She asked in confusion.
"Mother dearest wants me back in Beverly Hills soon." Christina answered rolling her eyes.
"Seriously?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning."
She couldn't fight back the yawn any longer and it escaped her lips. "Then, come on, I'll go change. And we'll go out."
"You're tired, Mer. You need to save your energy to deal with the asses." Christina sighed letting her eyes shut.
Meredith let out a short, awkward laugh as she sat down next to her person. "Yeah, about that…"
Christina's eyes popped open as she looked at her with her eyebrows raised. "What?" She shifted awkwardly as she looked at her hands. "Come on, spill. You never keep anything from me."
Meredith sighed again rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Chris… I don't know what happened. He was saying about everything he hates about me. And then we were kissing. And I can't stop thinking about him. He was being such an ass. Then he got so sweet… and I don't know."
Christina just stared at her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa back it up. What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell is he?" She groaned standing up and walked into the kitchen. Christina wasn't far behind. "You don't get off that quick."
"I'm not trying to." She reached above the stove and pulled a bottle of tequila from the cabinet.
"You know you're only seventeen." Christina joked sitting down at the counter.
"I need some of this right now." Meredith sighed taking a swig of it. Christina took the bottle from her hands and sipped it as well. "Why are you drinking? You've had no drama other than having a crush on Burke and having to go back to Beverly Hills."
"No use in having you drink alone." She answered sipping it again. "So what were you rambling about in there?"
She sighed and sipped the bottle. "We went on a boat for dinner. Nina and Carol made me dance with him…"
"Who? McSteamy?"
"McSteamy? No we can not 'Mc' any of them. They don't deserve a 'Mc' nickname." She said in a freaked out voice.
"Whatever. You danced with Sloan?"
She took another long swing slowly feeling the affects of alcohol started to present. "Yep. I danced with McSteamy." Shaking her head, she took a long sip.
"That's it? You danced with McSteamy and you're ready to get drunk." She raised her eyebrow sipping the tequila that she had taken from Meredith's hands.
"That's not it."
"Okay?"
"He was being a jackass. And after the dance, I went to go get some air. Then he showed up and started telling all the things he hated me for. And that he couldn't hate me. That he wanted to know me. And he was being really sweet. Then, he kissed me."
"Wait, he hates you, but he kissed you? You kissed McSteamy?"
"I don't think that he hates me… but, see, I don't know. I'm confused. He confused me." She sighed.
"I think you've had enough." Christina said taking the bottle and screwing the top back on. "You're not making much sense."
"Please, I've hardly had any."
Christina rolled her eyes. "You don't need to have a hangover and dealing with the asses."
"But, Chris…"
"I'm taking care of my person. You need to get your ass upstairs and sleep off whatever the hell is wrong with you."
"What about your last day in town? Don't you want to party?"
"Just go to bed, Mer."
Meredith sighed. "You coming?"
"I'll be up in a bit."
"Alright. Night."
"Yeah, night."
Meredith disappeared out of the room. Christina watched her leave before opening the tequila and taking a final swig before returning it to the cabinet. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
"Mer, I told you to go to bed…" She said as she turned towards the door to see Preston standing in the doorway with his shirt off and just boxers. "Oh, it's you."
"Sorry, didn't mean to disappoint you." He sighed. "I saw a suitcase in there. Are you leaving?" He asked as he continued into the kitchen.
"Yeah, tomorrow."
He went to the fridge and dug through it. "You really look after Meredith don't you?"
"She doesn't need looking after. She's my person."
"I admire your friendship."
"Why are you talking to me? You don't like me." She asked stand up and walking towards the sink.
He stood in front of and before either could stop it. Their lips met.