Everyone I am very extremely sorry for not updating sooner. My school's musical was hogging up most of my time, but now that it is over, I have more time to dedicate to this story. Thank you all for being so patient with me. I'm going to put my disclaimers at the bottom, as to not spoil what you are about to read.

Chapter 4

I couldn't stop it.

I tried, I really, really, really tried to prevent myself from liking him any further than I already did. I thought I had been succeeding too. I would just try to listen to his words, rather than his voice, and try not to look at his face too much. That technique worked..... for a few hours.

I gave up.

Ok, so I finally had a little crush, I could deal with that. I knew I was never going to end up married to the man, there were far too many factors weighing against that. He was like as Gertrude had said, a celebrity crush. That was fine with me, I mean...I knew my shield would break at some time, so I guess it might as well be now. In the meantime I was going to do everything I could to get over this crush before it became something a lot more difficult to deal with.

So I tried poking fun at him, acting angry, acting like he totally disgusted me. No use in that, he liked it...and would try his flirting tactics on me. Much to my disappointment, they worked. I wasn't quite sure why out of all the people in the world, he was so disturbed by the fact that I, this one everyday sort of girl, didn't admit to having a crush on him. The Miss. Jeffers thing disappeared after the first week, he now called me by my first name, or a pet name of some sort, something he didn't do with anyone else. He was real desperate to get me to like him. But he had gotten me to like him before he had ever even said one word to me.

I would never admit it to him, but I'm not denying the truth to myself.

We became close friends despite my fake angry act towards him. I actually liked pretending to be mad at him, and I wondered why. I about smacked myself in the face when I realized that I liked being fake angry at him so much, because for some reason, that was my way of flirting. Oh goody. I just dug myself into an even deeper hole. But again..I just couldn't stop. I think any person with any sense would probably do the exact same thing.

2 weeks after the first time I walked through the doors of Forks Hospital, I made my way towards the now all-too-familiar private office that belonged to Dr. Cullen. He was in there, of course, putting on his lab coat. Apparently he too had arrived not too long ago. When he saw me he smiled the brightest smile I had ever seen. No matter how long I stayed there, I was never going to get used to how unhumanly gorgeous he was.

"Good morning Brooke."

I nodded. "Morning to you as well Doctor."

He laughed at me.

"What?" I said, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Laugh at me like that."

"It's just amusing seeing how hard you have to work towards disliking me."

I blushed, turning away from him. "It's not that hard."

"Sure, sure, sure. "

I turned to him, trying to look as disgusted as possible.

He laughed.

"So Brooke my dear, I don't think I have anything that I need you to do here right away. I was going to make my rounds, check on some patients...would you like to come with me?"

I really liked the days when I didn't have something else to do and I could just follow Dr. Cullen around. It kind of satisfied me when the nurses would glare at me as they saw me and Dr. Cullen walking down the hall side by side. According to them, him and I secretly eloped last weekend and are planning to flee to France.

I think they watch too much TV.

"Um...yeah...I guess."

"Good." The phone rang, and now on instinct...I answered it.

"Dr. Cullen's office this is his assistant Brooke Jeffers speaking...how may I help you?" Someone had called his name out in the hall, it sounded like Gertrude, and he disappeared from sight.

"Yes, could you put him on the line please?" The voice I heard was smooth and velvet like, yet at the same time it oddly reminded me of Cruella Divel.

"Um...sure thing...can I ask who's calling?"

"Viviene...can you please hurry and get him...I have somewhere I need to be."

"Just one moment," I said setting down the phone. I peeked my head around the doorway where I saw Dr. Cullen talking to Gertrude. "Dr. Cullen, you have a phone call...someone named Viviene."

His facial expression completely changed. "Oh, alright then." He nodded toward Gertrude in response to something she had said, and walked right past me straight to the phone laying on his desk."

"Hello Viviene. You're where now? India? I thought you went to Japan? You bought the tickets yesterday? Who are you with? No one." His conversation confused me, I terribly wanted to hear what the person on the other end of the line was saying.

"Well when are you coming home? Next month! Viviene you have got to.....ok. Fine. Yes, I love you too. Goodbye." He slammed the receiver down and sighed, running his hand through his perfect blond hair. He looked over at me and saw the confused expression on my face, and broke into a smile.

"It's a very long story...I'll have to tell you sometime." Then he grinned. "In fact, I'll tell you Saturday morning....could you meet me at that little coffee shop up there in Seattle at about 10?"

My mind started spinning in circles. Was he asking me on a date? Part of me really wanted him to be, another part of me wasn't so sure.

"It's not a date," he said, "If that's what you were hoping for, I'd been wanting to take you out for coffee or something for a while now."

He crushed the part of me that wanted the date. Not-date me cheered, "How come?"

"Just to thank you for everything you've done here. It's truly the least I could do. And besides...what I need to tell you about what just happened isn't exactly something that I want a thousand people to know about."

"Why? And why out of all the people you know...would you want to tell me?"

"Well because you see..." He sighed, "That's a part of the long story. Just please...say yes."

"Um...yes."

"Thanks darling."

"Yeah...anytime."

He laughed. "You know, it's a very good thing that you didn't dream of becoming an actress...because you're not very good at acting."

"What do you mean?"

He walked closer to me, and looked me right in the eyes. "You're little act of hatred towards me is not very good. You might want to work on that. Or just admit that you have a crush on me."

"Do not."

"Suit yourself." He said walking away from me.

I wanted to aggravate him...I wanted to make him mad at me so that he would never talk to me again. I wanted to get him away from me so bad, before I became even more attracted to him, which was happening each and every second I spent in his presence. This sounds totally pathetic, but I had even looked up ways to annoy people online...and I had a big list of things to try on him that was sitting on my counter top at home. Unless my cat had ate it.

"Dr. Cullen." I said, catching his attention, as I found myself walking towards him. "Tell me something....do blonds really have more fun?"

He looked down at me and grinned. "I don't know...you tell me."

This puzzled me. "What do you mean?"

He took a hold of a strand of my curly hair and held it in front of my face. "Last I checked, you had blond hair too." He dropped my curl, and chuckled to himself as he walked out the door and disappeared. I about punched myself. Suddenly...he reappeared in the doorway...as if he had been there all along.

"Oh and Brooke darling, if you want to try and make me mad at you, you're going to have to do better than that." Then he left. I was so mad, at myself, at him, at everything. I watched him walking down the long hallway, looking as though he was gliding.

I called after him, "Fine....whatever you say McDreamy." I walked back inside his office and grabbed my clipboard, only to turn around and see him standing in front of me. I screamed.

"What did you just say?" He asked me, looking as though he couldn't believe the words I said a minute ago.

"Whatever you say McDreamy."

"Yeah..did you call me McDreamy?"

"Yeah I believe that's what I said."

"McDreamy. You called me...McDreamy."

"Yeah...Patrick Dempsey...McDreamy...Grey's Anatomy."

He laughed. "If there are two things in this world that get on my nerves...it's when people don't like me and when the call me McDreamy. And you my dear, have done both of these things."

"Then I guess I've succeeded in life."

He shook his head at me and laughed to himself.

"Why do you dislike being called McDreamy?"

"Because everyone calls me that. It makes me so angry that they can't find a more original nickname for me."

"What do you want to be called...McSexy?"

He grinned. "See, now that would be totally appropriate."

"We're not full of ourselves now are we?"

"Well I don't know about you...but I certainly am." He replied.

"I never would have guessed."

He laughed, "So you're still meeting me Saturday morning right?" He gave me a little playful shove. I ran into the wall.

"I guess so McSexy."

"I like that....I really do like that."

I shook my head and laughed on him. "You should really work on your self esteem."

"And you should work on your acting...so I guess we're even huh?" He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

I looked at him funny, sighed and shook his hand. "Fine, we're even...for now."

He smiled at me and walked ahead of me down the halls, talking to the nurses as he walked, making them pretty much faint at his feet.

I sighed. This was going to prove to be more difficult than I had ever expected.

Disclaimers-I do not own Patrick Dempsey or Grey's Anatomy. I've never even watched the show before. The extent of my Grey's knowledge was expressed in this chapter. Also the "blonds have more fun" thing, and the calling him McDreamy I'll credit to you-tube user cupcakesxsprinkles101 and her 10 ways to annoy Jasper, Carlise and Edward Cullen video.

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~Hazl~