A/N: okay, I know this is a little shorter than my other chapters, and I know there is not many character's involved. But I think it's a necessary chapter, and I like how it turned out. I hope you will too!

Chapter Seven: Best Friends

The next afternoon, Meredith went down the street to her best friend's house, her best friend whose boyfriend kissed another girl last night. The right thing to do would be to tell her, right? Meredith thought that was the right thing anyway. She was sure if she saw Owen right now, she would need someone to hold her back because she would strangle him.

"Hey, Mer," Cristina said upon seeing Meredith outside her front door, "how was your date last night?"

"It was good," the date was the last thing on Meredith's mind, "Listen…" she paused, stepping inside Cristina's house, "I have something I need to tell you."

"Me first," Cristina took over the conversation, and she sounded anxious.

"Okay," Meredith nodded, knowing it was something big when Cristina placed both hands on her upper arms and smiled widely.

"I love Owen."

Crap.

"You love Owen?"

"Yeah, remember when I told you that Owen said he loved me? Well… I love him too."

Meredith forced a smile on her face, "Oh," she paused, wanting to say something positive, "When did you come to this conclusion?" But positive didn't work.

"I've been thinking about it from the moment he told me, but I just wasn't sure how I felt. And last night, I thought long and hard about what my life would be like without him and…" she paused, realizing she was getting a little too mushy and girly, "I just love him."

Meredith kept the smile on her face, even thought she felt like the earth was closing in on her.

"I gotta call him."

Meredith could plainly see how happy and excited Cristina was, could she be the one to ruin that for her? "Cristina, wait," she started, taking the cell phone from Cristina's hand. No. She didn't want to watch Cristina crash and burn. She wanted her to be happy a little while longer.

"Mer, what is it?" Cristina asked with a twisted expression.

With a sigh, Meredith replied, "You shouldn't tell him over the phone. You should tell him tomorrow at school. In person."

The smile appeared on Cristina's face once again, "You're right. Are you staying for lunch?"

"Uh, no. My mom is actually home right now, so I'm gonna have lunch with her."

"Okay, I'll call you later then," Cristina told her as she made her way back to the front door, "Oh wait. What was it that you needed to tell me?"

Meredith shook her head, she wasn't going to let her happiness come to a crashing halt, not yet, "Oh. It's not important right now. I'll tell you later."

Alex made his way to the trailer park. He didn't know if what he was doing was stupid, or foolish. Hell, he didn't even know if Izzie's pregnancy was his fault for sure. But he did know he loved her, and he wanted to be there for her. He was scared beyond belief. And he knew he shouldn't have said what he said to Addison the night before. Yes, he cared about Addison… but she wasn't Izzie.

He parked his car in front of Izzie's place, and his nerves threatened to explode from his chest. But just as he took the key from the ignition, George came out of Izzie's trailer. The more time he spent sitting there, the more he wanted to start up his car again and drive away. But it was too late for that. George made eye contact, and Alex could plainly see the scowl on his face. As badly as he didn't want to, and even though he was tempted to let George continue down the sidewalk, he rolled down his passenger side window and called his name, "O'Malley!"

George stopped where he was, and hesitated before walking back to Alex's car, "What are you doing here? And what do you want?" He frowned at the guy caused his best friend so much heartache.

"I'm here to see Izzie," Alex answered.

"Don't you think you've caused enough problems?" George retorted.

"So… it is mine?"

"Is what your's?" George's face twisted.

"The baby."

George felt his heart drop, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, turning to hopefully make a quick getaway.

"O'Malley!" But Alex stopped him, "I heard you and Izzie talking. Is the baby mine or not?" His voice was demanding, but George wasn't intimidated, not when it came to his best friend.

"Honestly," he started, looking Alex directly in the eyes, "does it really matter? We both know you're not that guy. The "good" guy Izzie used to think you were. You may have fooled her then, and you may have Addison fooled now, but Alex… you aren't fooling anyone else. You aren't that guy," George scoffed, giving Alex a cross look before continuing down the sidewalk.

Alex sat there, letting George's words get to him. Maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn't that guy. "Damn it!" Alex exclaimed, slamming his fists onto the steering wheel and starting up the car.

Regretfully, he drove away.

Like I said... short chapter. But I like it. I have already started writing the next chapter, and it will involve all of the characters and it'll get the storyline moving further. Keep reviewing! I love reading what you all have to say.

-Shelby.