A/N: I love you all who have read and reviewed this story! I'm pretty bad with updating, and even know I have some unfinished stories that I need to get back to. But I will try and update this frequently. Hopefully a chapter a day. Just keep reviewing, because I love reading what you have to say!

Chapter Four: With Love

Later that night, Meredith laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. The house was empty, as it usually was. And when it wasn't empty, she wished it was. She was thinking about so many things, but the main thought that was stuck in her mind was how her father abandoned her. Left her here with her mother who was always at work. How could he just take off and start a new family?

Meredith shut her eyes, but she knew she probably wasn't going to get much sleep, if any. Besides, it was only eight o'clock. The phone had been ringing off and on since she got home, but she was glad the noise stopped for a while. She didn't feel like getting up - She didn't feel like doing anything.

Surprisingly enough, she was beginning to fall asleep. But just as she was about to drift off completely, she heard a tap on her window. Her hazel eyes flew open, and then there was another tap. She got up from the bed and clicked on her lamp on the endtable next to the window. She pulled up the blinds to find Derek in her front yard. She opened the window and looked down at him from the second story, "Derek? What are you doing here?"

"You weren't answering my calls, I was worried."

Meredith smiled at what he told her. She was happy that he loved her enough to worry about her when she didn't answer the phone.

"Is your mom home?" Derek called up to her.

Meredith looked at him as if he should already know the answer to that question, "What do you think? She's still at the hospital of course."

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Hang on," Meredith answered, closing the window and walking downstairs to let Derek in through the front door.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked, pecking her lips upon entering the house, "You know, after the whole sister thing?"

Meredith's smile faded, because for a moment, she wasn't thinking about Lexie. A sigh escaped her and Derek kissed her cheek, which made her feel a little better in that moment, "I just can't believe my dad left to get a new family. It makes me feel like I'm not important at all."

With a hand on Meredith's cheek, Derek looked into her eyes and was silent for only a few seconds, thinking of the right thing to say, "Don't feel like that," he smiled, "You are important. You're important to a lot of people. Believe it or not, you're even important to me," he teased with a wink.

His words brought a smile to her face, "I love you, Derek."

Derek placed yet another kiss on her lips, "And I love you."

He let his lips go from her lips to her jaw line, eliciting a giggle from within her. He began to trail passionate kisses down her neck.

"Derek," Meredith breathed, "What if my mom comes home?" Meredith really doubted she would, but she had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"You want me to stop?" Derek mumbled into her collarbone.

Meredith nibbled on her lower lip, "Not really."

"Are you sure?" Derek was perfectly willing to stop if she wanted him to.

Meredith nodded, "Yeah… I'm sure." Knowing that they might get busted made this all the more exciting for Meredith.

With that, Derek parted his lips from her skin then lifted her from the floor. Meredith giggled as he laid her down on the couch. Derek pushed his lips over hers as his hands worked at the buttons on her shirt. And just as he unhooked her bra, they saw headlights shine through the blinds over the living room window.

"Oh shit," Meredith couldn't help but burst out into laughter watching Derek trip and stumble over the rug and the coffee table as he got up. Her laughter triggered his laughter and she stood from the couch, struggling to get her bra hooked again. It wasn't helping that she was laughing so hard.

"Hurry, go out the back!" She told him and watching him dash for the back door, jamming his pinky finger on the doorway in the process. "Ow, fuck!" He exclaimed, which only made Meredith laugh even harder, so hard she had to hold onto her stomach.

"I can't breathe," her words were barely understandable and she was practically in tears.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, grasping his pinky with a look of pain taking over his features as he tried to hide how badly it hurt. He then left Meredith's house.

"Bye," she laughed, finally catching her breath. Once he was gone, Meredith quickly made her way upstairs and climbed into bed, pretending nothing ever happened. That was the best laugh she's had in a long time, and she really needed it.

Cristina sat in her bedroom, which had clothes scattered all over the floor, draped over chairs, and splayed out on top of the bed which was never made. Her things weren't organized, and Cristina was comfortable in her environment. Though, her mother was not.

The music from her iPod was so loud that she didn't even hear her mother knock on the bedroom door. Her dark eyes met with her mother's when the door opened, and she took her earphones out (an action she was already regretting).

Her mother closed her eyes and shook her head, "Didn't I tell you to clean your room when you got home? Don't expect me to come visit when you get your own place if this is how you are going to keep it."

And all that Cristina could think when her mother said that was 'I hope you mean that.'

"Owen is on the phone for you. And I want this room cleaned before you go to sleep."

Cristina rolled her eyes and leaned over to grab the phone from the hook as her mother left the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Yeah," she answered the phone, holding it between her cheek and her shoulder as she wrapped her earphone cords around her iPod.

"Cristina, I have a question," he said.

"Shoot," she replied before clicking the power button on the remote to turn on her television.

"Why did you treat Teddy like that today?"

"Like what?"

He could hear the sound of her television blaring through the phone and he let out a sigh, "Cristina, can you turn down the TV? I would like to have a conversation with you."

"There's nothing to say," Cristina snapped slightly, "Teddy seems like a really wonderful person and I'm glad you two are friends," it didn't sound too heartfelt. It sounded less than enthusiastic. There was then an awkward silence between the two of the, the only sound to be heard was Cristina's television.

"Are you jealous of her?" He asked, and Cristina's face twisted instantly.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" She exasperated, "I'm not jealous of Teddy, Owen. I just find her annoying, I don't like annoying people."

"We're just friends," Owen paused, listening to Cristina interrupt him.

"I just said I wasn't jealous," she jumped down his throat.

"And that's all we ever will be," Owen continued.

"Okay! I already told you--"

"Because I love you," Owen interrupted, causing Cristina's features to soften and come to a halt completely. That was the last thing she expected. She felt so dumbfounded in that moment, and she wasn't one hundred percent positive she heard him correctly. She was almost too afraid to ask him to repeat himself for fear that she did hear him correctly. So she just didn't say anything at all, as if that would stop time in order for her to think.

"I love you, Cristina," he repeated.

"Owen," she sighed. She knew what he wanted her to say, and she actually wanted to say it back. But she just couldn't. She didn't even know how she felt, "I'll see you tomorrow," and quickly, she pressed the end button.

"I'm glad we at least have sixth and seventh hour together, Addie," Callie said, paying some blankets down on the carpeted floor from Addison since they both wouldn't be able to fit on her twin mattress.

"I know, so am I. I was worried we wouldn't have any classes together," the redhead replied, sitting down on the now cushioned floor, "But we do, that's all that matters," she flashed a toothy smile in Callie's direction.

Callie sat on the edge of her bed, taking the rubber band from her hair and letting her brunette locks fall back down to her shoulders, "I can't believe we're seniors. High school has just flown by, hasn't it?"

"It really has…" Addison paused, thinking back on sixth and seventh hour. A smirk formed on her face, and her emerald eyes studied Callie for a moment until the brunette realized she was staring at her.

"What?" Callie chuckled.

"Oh, Calliope, you have some hair in your lipgloss," she mimicked Arizona's perky tone, "I'll get it." Then she copied Arizona's slow hand movements, pretending to move a piece of Callie's hair back before she started to laugh, "What was that all about?" She asked, finally talking in her regular voice.

"You noticed that, huh?" An embarrassed smile appeared on her face.

"I'm pretty sure everyone noticed that," Addison giggled, "I think she has a crush on you, Calliope," mimicking Arizona's tone while saying Callie's name.

"Shut up," Callie grinned, wanting to change the subject because she just knew she was blushing and it was embarrassing her, "So, how have you and your jackass been?"

"My who?" Addison asked, sitting back down on the floor.

"Karev."

"Oh," Addison's expression fell, and Callie cocked an eyebrow.

"Uh oh, I don't like that look," Callie paused, "What's up? Are you two okay?"

Addison wasn't even aware she made any kind of expression that Callie would find suspicious. Her emerald eyes met with Callie's brown ones and tried to hide the secret she had just learned today, "Yeah, yeah, we're fine."

"I don't believe you," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest, "Come on, Addison. There's nothing you can't tell me."

"This isn't something I'm entitled to tell. It's not my business," Addison shook her head.

"Oh shit," Callie's got a glimmer in her eyes and she got down onto the floor in front of Addison, "gossip. You have to tell me."

Addison shook her head once again, "I can't, I promised."

Callie smacked her lips disappointedly, "So, who are we talking about? Alex?" She asked curiously.

"No, not Alex…" Addison stopped herself before she accidentally blurted out the name.

"Then who! Come on, you gotta give me something."

Addison thought about it for a moment, staring into Callie's pleading eyes. She was like a puppy dog begging for a snack. So, with a sigh, Addison caved, "Fine. But she doesn't want this to get around, so you have to swear you won't tell anyone," her tone became firm and she glared at Callie.

Callie lifted her hand up slightly, "I swear on my life I won't tell a soul."

Addison already regretted the words before she said them, "Izzie is pregnant with Alex's baby."

And she watched Callie's eyes widen and jaw drop.

I know I didn't have Izzie or George in this chapter, but I'm planning on having a LOT of them in the next one. Hope you enjoyed this addition! And I hope you'll keep reading. By the way.... who watched Grey's last night! AHHH!

-Shelby.