"Call me when you get back to Beverly Hills." Meredith instructed.
"I will, I will." Christina rolled her eyes. "Call me if any of the major asses piss you off."
"Will do." Meredith giggled.
"You aren't going to like hug me, are you?"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Good. I guess I'll see you when you get back to California."
Meredith nodded. "Thank you for coming, Chris."
"Don't get all soft and cry on me or anything."
"I won't. Go before you miss your flight."
She gave her friend a wave as she walked towards the gate. Christina gave a short wave back before Meredith turned and walked away. It would sure be a lot harder to live in the house without Christina's sarcastic comments.
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She dropped her bag on the floor and kicked her shoes off after she got back from dropping Christina at the airport and a trip to the grocery store. Shifting the bag on her hip, she let out a sigh and walked across the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was empty, and for the first time she noticed the silence and stillness of the house. Listening carefully, she set the grocery bag on the counter before glancing outside. Nobody was in the pool or lounging near it. A smile crossed her lips finding the silence to be easier to bear than if the guys had been running around glaring at her and making her feel worse about herself than she already did.
After filling the fridge with all that she had brought, she tossed the empty bag in the recycling bin and made her way into the living room. Her books sat in on to the corners of the table while the rest of it had become covered with fitness magazine and medical articles. Rolling her eye to show her annoyance to no one in particular, she straightened the magazines into a pile even though she'd probably be chastised for it later. She glanced through her movie collection before quickly settling on a chick flick and put it in the DVD player. She put one of the guy's unmarked DVDs. She could only hazard to guess what its contents were. If she had to guess she'd say something along the lines of porn, but she wasn't about to point fingers or play the movie to find out.
As the movie started playing, she pulled on of her books onto her lap and began reading. Her eyes moved between the movie and the book the whole time only paying half her attention to what was really happening on the screen. She had seen the movie a zillion times so she could fill in the blanks of what they were doing just by listening now and then.
Eventually though, she got tired of reading and set the book to the side putting her full attention on the movie just as the love scene began. She watched as Martin confessed his undying love to Sarah. The type of 'undying love' that made you want to believe that what the characters shared was real and would one day enter your life. But as she sat there, she felt some sort of hatred towards the fictional couple. What gave movie makers the right to make 'undying love' and 'love at first sight' so appealing? What gave them the right to make people feel that their lives are inferior? As if love wasn't made of lies and betrayal in the end. She sighed. She had about as much right as the filmmakers to make a generalization like that. After all she wasn't learning from the best role model. Her father left and for the first part of her life, her mother was absent. There was no love. Her parents never went out of their ways to see each other, to kiss each other. And in the end, everything was so bitter. Her mother did find love though, and Meredith loved Richard for finally pulling their family together. But, what was that love built on? Their love first began with lies and betrayal. So it is just now that their love is 'undying' and 'perfect,' but you can't redo the beginning of their relationship as if it never happened. What about the once 'undying' love her mother shared with her biological father or Richard shared with his first wife? It was from the betrayal and lies against them that Richard and Ellis's love flourished.
She pondered this all in her head as she watched Martin and Sarah kiss. Standing up, she turned off the DVD player and made her way upstairs. Silence was not good for her. It made her think too hard. In the end, she figured it probably would have been better to have the guys bothering her since she ended up feeling worse than they probably would have made her feel.
She slammed the door behind her as she walked into the bedroom. Falling back onto the bed, she stared at the ceiling. Why the hell did she even think about love? What's the point?
"Mind keeping it down, Grey?" A tired voice came. Her head popped up to see Mark standing in her doorway with droopy eyes.
"Sorry, I thought I was alone." She admitted turning onto her stomach. "Where are your friends?"
"Beach with Dennis and our parents." She just nodded. "What's wrong with you?"
"Why do you care?"
"I thought we were going to get to know each other." He plopped down on the end of the bed.
"What's the point?" She sighed.
"Come on, Meredith. What's the matter?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to… I don't know. You can go back to sleep or whatever."
He sighed and lied back on the bed. "Well, I'm awake now. Want to go out to the pool?"
She looked over at him. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a white t-shirt showing off his muscular arms. He glanced up at her without moving his head. She looked so beautiful with her hair pulled back in a messy bun wearing a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt.
"Yeah." She answered after a second of silence. He sat up as she did. "I'll go change." Pulling herself to her feet, she started towards the bathroom where she had left her bathing suit to dry, but he grabbed her wrist stopping her. He stood as she turned to look at him with a quizzical look. Before she could ask, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. It didn't take long for her arms to find his neck as he pulled her closer by her waist.
She couldn't suppress a smile from forming on her lips as they pulled back. He gave her one of his infamous smiles before turning and walking out. She stepped backwards towards the bathroom without allowing the smile to fall from her lips. Maybe there was a point to this whole thing.