I' on spring break! Which means I finally got to post this update! As always

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Alex

Summer

I waited.

I waited exactly six months, two weeks and five days.

And she still didn't show.

The days were getting a bit colder as summer cam to an end day by day. First signs of autumn appeared. Windy days were frequent. The long-sleeved sweater came into use more often now, just as closed sneakers. No more Flip Flops.

Except today.

It seemed as if today was the re-birth of summer. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, the temperature rose again. Everybody at Dartmouth enjoyed the warm day, warm enough to go swimming in the rivers and lakes. As if by magic everybody's mood changed too by 180°. Each student and teacher was smiling happily, enjoying the probably last day of dressed in shorts, t-shirts and Flip Flops. The girls dressed in their favourite mini skirts, showing off as much skin as possible to let everyone see again just how well tanned they got this past summer during holidays in South France.

South France. Marseille. That's where Meredith was three months ago. 21st May. That's where she sent me her post card from. And I still remember it word for word…

Hey Derek!

It's so awesome here! Almost every day it's 26°C! The beaches are filled with hotties and the food is just "exquisite and delicious". I'm having a great time here just laying on the beach, relaxing in the sun and playing tourist (BTW I'm really grateful for my French classes right now!)

Hope you're enjoying your holidays as well! Will se you at Dartmouth!

Love

Your McSweetie

I thought I had figured it all out when I recognized her as my childhood friend. But apparently I hadn't. She was still a mystery to me. How did she get the address of my parent's house? By the way, my mother was pretty much delighted when I explained to her who McSweetie was. How did she know that I'm at Dartmouth? I don't recall to ever have told her that which was pretty stupid of my by the way.

I left the main building and started walking towards my dorm just a few streets away, when something from across the street caught my eye.

It was a blazing red VW Beetle Cabriolet.

And leaning against the car was Meredith Grey.

She was here. She came. She found me. The most intriguing, enchanting and optimistic person I've ever known was standing across the street, smiling brightly.

I couldn't help but take her appearance in, bit by bit. Just like the past two times I saw her.

Her golden tresses were up in a high pony tail a few locks framing her bright face. Under her short, red bolero or something like that she wore a pure white summer dress that ended just above the knee showing off her perfect French tan. Not cream, or beige but snow white. The dress would've looked rather innocent if she hadn't put on some red necklace, distracting the direct view to her deep cleavage. Matching her jacket, she wore a pair of red ballet flats. She didn't look innocent at all. A single red bangle was dangling on her slim wrist right under where she was holding her McSmoothie.

I instantly quickened my pace and crossed the street without waiting for Mark. I couldn't help but grin the whole time. I was happy. Ecstatic. Overjoyed.

I came to an abrupt halt right in front of her and we just stood there for a while without saying anything. I think my brain hadn't really realised yet that she really stood in front of me. When my brain finally did react, I breathed a small "Hi." Because honestly, I didn't have enough energy to say anymore. I was just happy to see her.

"Hey", she said back smiling and continued to sip on her McSmoothie, waiting for my next step or whatever.

"I…uh…you…I…uhm…", I began to stutter just like the previous times talking to her.

I could read in her eyes that she found this rather amusing so she decided to do the talking. At least the start.

"So, I guess I owe you ten McCreamies…", she declared and I must admit that I was confused at that moment.

"Why?", I asked her, stepping a bit closer as a motorbike almost ran me over.

"Well…here", she said and handed me something that looked like a thermos bottle.

What was in there? Why did she want me to have it?

"Relay, Derek. I'm not trying to poison you!", she told me jokingly as she must've seen my sceptical frown spread across my forehead. "Just have a sip.", she encouraged me.

Still sceptical I took the thermos flask out of her hand and slowly took of the lid. I looked inside still with a frown, trying to recognize the fluid that was in there but somehow I couldn't place it. It did smell familiar though.

"It's not poison, Derek. Just do it already.", she rolled her eyes playfully and started to giggle. It seemed to be the most enthralling sound I've ever heard.

Carefully, I took a small sip. When I still couldn't place the drink I took another, this time bigger sip.

It was a McCreamy.

Yet it tasted a bit different. Sweeter. No doubt. There must've been tons of sugar on that thermos bottle. And that was exactly how I liked my McCreamy. Sweet and totally unhealthy.

That was why she'd told me that she still owed me ten McCreamies. She'd lost her bet. A bet we did almost ten years ago. And she still remembered it.

I took another sip and slowly closed the lid of the thermos flask again. Handing it back to her I looked up into her expectant eyes. I could tell that she was excited, expectant.

"It's sweet.", I said and smiled. Smiled, because of just how thoughtful she was. She must've decanted the original McCreamy from the Styrofoam cups from McDonald's into this thermos flask. She must've done this just before she went on her flight. Probably in one of those countless McDonald's they have in the airports.

"It is.", she replied and we fell silent again.

"I waited.", I suddenly told her, almost out of the blue and looked down at my shoes. I can't remember to have ever done that. In fact, I can't remember to ever have stuttered or my brain blacking out just because of the mere presence of a girl.

A girl I was in love with.

She smiled a rather happy smile and put her McSmoothie aside into the passenger's seat of her Beetle and looked me in the eye.

Her eyes were mesmerizing. Her green orbs, just how much story they seemed to hold, just how much they seemed to tell. I slowly took her hands and started circling her hand with my thumb without breaking our eye contact. Her skin was so smooth. Soft. We didn't need to say anything. We seemed to have all the time in the world. Nothing like the past time two times we met. No rushing. No running away. No plane to catch. Time.

After what seemed to be an eternity, she pulled me a bit closer to her, our thighs barely touching. She then smiled a sweet smile at me and asked me.

"Will you now finish kissing me?"

There was only one right response to that.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to finish kissing you."