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"Where'd my phone go?" Meredith mumbled to herself as she ran her hand through her untamed hair.

"What does this mean?" Derek sighed and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Where the hell did my phone effing go," She avoided eye contact with him and fixed her own shirt.

"Meredith, What does this mean?" He looked right at her.

She looked up and sighed. "I-I don't know, Derek," She shook her head. "I just… I need to find my phone."

"You're avoiding the issue."

"Obviously," She laughed ironically, then looked into the water. "Seriously? Seriously." She picked her phone up out of the water and attempted to dry it on her jeans.

"So, we're not gonna talk about it?"

"No. We're not going to talk about it, Derek."

x.x.x

"What happened between you and Derek?" Izzie laughed as they were heading back home. It was now her and Meredith in the car; Derek and Mark in the truck.

"Nothing." Lie. "We just talked and yeah. Not that big of a deal."

"Again. I'm calling bullshit," Izzie shook her head. "You're going to end up telling me, so you may just want to get it over with."

"Nothing happened," Meredith shook her head. Derek just got laid.

"Pinky promise?" Izzie laughed and held up her pinky finger. "You know you can't break pinky's."

"Shouldn't you be focusing on driving?" Meredith laughed put pinky promised Izzie. She felt bad, but she couldn't say what happened last night.

"I can multitask," She shrugged. "Can I borrow your phone? I was supposed to call my Mom like five hours ago."

"I would, but mines broken."

"What did you do?" Izzie laughed.

"It uh, fell into the lake last night," She said. "I don't even know how that happened."

"Only you would manage that."

"This is true."

x.x.x

"So how was the trip?" Thatcher asked her at the dinner table later that day. "Did you have a good time?"

That was a loaded question. "Yeah, it was fun. We got there and went riding for a bit, basically did the same thing today and just came back."

He nodded. "So, you really like this dirt bike thing."

"Yeah," Meredith nodded and ran a hand through her hair.

"It's so stupid," Molly rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," Lexie looked at her little sister as everyone at the dinner table looked at her. "What? Everyone's entitled to their own thing."

"I agree," Meredith seconded that.

"Whatever," Molly mumbled.

"Do you ever not have something to say?" Meredith looked at her little sister. "Honestly, why do you always have to get involved in my life. I had a good weekend and this, right now, is kind of ruining it."

"Meredith," Thatcher sighed.

"Of course it's my name," she shook her head and put her plate on the counter. "Just to let you know, Dad, There's only so much of this bullshit fighting I can handle."

"Are you threatening me, young lady?"

Meredith just shook her head and headed towards the stairs. "My phone fell into a lake, so it doesn't work." She walked up the stairs and sat down in her bed. Things were finally good between her and her father. Or, at least she thought things were finally good.

She wanted to text her best friend and have him say things were going to be okay. That they could hang out the next day and it would be better. Now things were complicated. She made the decision to have sex with him the previous night, which most definitely complicated everything.

So much for baby steps.