Cristina smirks as she looks inside Chloe's bedroom, where Owen is changing the sheets. "You know, you could get her to change her own bedding when she gets here."

He shakes his head and chuckles. "I just want things to be nice for her. The first of our kids to graduate college!"

"Uh huh. Have you been able to find out what she wants for a graduation present?"

Owen shakes his head. "She just says she'd rather we donate money to charity."

"Well, it's not like Harvard is going to be cheap," Cristina muses. "I booked the flights and hotel for her graduation."

"Good." Owen pauses. "Has anyone said anything about JoJo?"

"Yep." She sighs. "Miami has kicked her out. Why?"

"I don't want to brag too much about Chloe around Derek," he confesses.

She snickers. "Yeah, Meredith doesn't want to hear about our superstar daughter at the moment."

Meredith enters the house after a long day. She follows the sound of the TV to the living room, where JoJo is stretched out on the couch.

"Hey," JoJo waves, eyes glued on the TV.

"Good evening." Meredith sits down. "How was your day?"

"Fine. Yours?"

"Busy." Meredith stretches. "My neck is killing me, could you give me a massage?"

"Sure." JoJo sits up and grabs a bottle of lotion off of the coffee table, while her mother strips down to her t-shirt. Meredith moans appreciatively as JoJo's hands work on her tight muscles.

"So." Meredith clears her throat. "What did you get done today?"

"Not much," her daughter replies. "I loaded up the dishwasher but there's no soap."

"Did you think about going to get some?"

"I did, but there was a marathon of my favorite show," JoJo says, pointing to the TV. "I can go get some tomorrow."

"Okay." Meredith takes a deep breath. "JoJo, what are your plans?"

"I plan on going shopping tomorrow."

Her mother frowns. "I meant, your plans for the future."

"I dunno." JoJo shrugs.

"Have you thought about getting a job?"

"Why?" JoJo brushes her blonde bangs out of her eyes. "You kicking me out?"

"No. But what you need to do is go outside once in a while, instead of spending all of your time on the couch."

"I'm going out tonight with my friends." Her daughter continues to massage Meredith's shoulders, her talented hands releasing stored tension.

"And how are you paying?"

JoJo shrugs. "If you're young and hot, you don't have to pay for anything."

"What does that mean?" Meredith feels a sense of dread.

"You know … you just smile at men in a certain way and they're only too happy to buy you a drink or let you in for free." JoJo notices how her mother is tensing up. "I don't sleep with them, Mom. But since I don't have a job and you don't believe in huge trust funds, I flirt to get by. It's ridiculously easy."

"That sounds really cold."

"I'm not forcing anyone to buy me a drink," JoJo says absently. "And I'm not trading sex for favors. I smile at them and make them feel important and they buy me drinks. I'm just working the system, that's all."

Meredith stares ahead, pensively. Finally, she speaks. "Are you happy?"

Startled, JoJo pauses. "Not really."

"What would make you happy?"

JoJo sighs. "I don't know. I'm sure eventually I'll snap out of this, find some direction in my life, become a responsible member of society."

"And until then …"

"I'll coast by on my good looks, wrapping stupid men around my finger, same as always." The bitterness in JoJo's voice startles Meredith, who turns and stares at her daughter as if seeing her for the first time.

"Isn't there something you can do besides watching TV or partying?" Meredith finally asks. "Do Rob and Mallory need any help with the wedding?"

JoJo shrugs. "I could plan the bachelorette party. I do know how to have a good time."

"What is going on?" Meredith asks.

"Nothing!" JoJo rolls her eyes. "I got kicked out of school, I don't know what I want to do with my future, so nothing is going on. For now, I'm just doing the things that I'm good at. Sitting around being depressed or partying. I'll let you know if I think of something new to do."

Mallory Hunt wearily opens the door to her apartment, carrying a basket. "Hey," she calls out. "I've got leftover cake, want some?"

"Sure!" A tall blonde man, clad in a black shirt and faded jeans, steps into the kitchen. "I'm always in the mood for cake!"

She gapes for a second, before putting down the cake. She throws open her arms and squeals. "Jonah!"

"Hurricane!" Laughing, he hugs her and lifts her up.

"Cake!" Rob enters the kitchen and goes straight to the basket.

"Oh my god!" Mallory grins as Jonah sets her back down. "Look at you, you grew your hair out! You are turning into a hottie!"

"Thanks," he smiles bashfully.

"What are you doing in Paris? Why didn't I know you were coming?"

"You could say that I'm doing the 'young questing artist' thing," he says. "I decided to come over on a whim. I've signed up for some painting workshops and I want to explore the local art scene. Rob says you're the expert."

"We should totally go to some galleries together," she enthuses. "Rob hates that stuff."

"I'm just not that into old paintings," Rob protests. "Great cake, by the way."

"Uh huh," Mallory says absently, leading Jonah into the living room by taking his arm. Rob frowns as he watches them leave.

The knocking on her bedroom door wakes JoJo up. She groans as she checks the time on her clock. "Who the hell is waking me up at 9 o'clock?"

"Me!" Chloe shouts through the door.

"Come in!"

Her friend opens the door and enters. "Hi!"

"Hi," the blonde woman mutters, sitting up. "Why are you here?"

"Nice to see you too!" Chloe carefully steps around the piles of clothing and sits on JoJo's bed. "We haven't seen each other since we got back to Seattle, so I thought I would come over."

"Okay," JoJo yawns. "So what's new?"

"I got that summer job I e-mailed you about, the research assistant one at Seattle Presbyterian," Chloe enthuses. "Okay, a lot of it is data entry, but it's for this new drug trial on clotting disorders, it's really fascinating."

"Uh huh."

"And then I'm volunteering again at the free clinic." She pauses. "So what about you?"

JoJo shrugs. "I got nothing going on."

"Aren't you lifeguarding again this summer?"

"Nope." The blonde woman stretches. "I'm just trying to decide what to do with the rest of my life."

Chloe nods, sombrely. "What do you think you'll do?"

"I don't know." JoJo yawns and leans against her headboard.

Chloe clears her throat. "I wish you had been able to come to Northwestern for my graduation. It was strange not having you there."

"Sorry." JoJo looks away. "I don't really want to have anything to do with any school, right now."

Chloe watches her silently.

JoJo sits up straighter. "I do know one thing I want to do … organize the bachelorette party."

"What?" Chloe frowns. "I'm the maid of honor, remember?"

"But you don't know how to throw a great party," JoJo says absently. Seeing the hurt expression on Chloe's face, she places a placating hand on her friend's arm. "I know you don't like to go to bars that much so I thought I would help you out. Me, I got connections. I know the guy that owns Toulouse and he's willing to give us a great deal."

"JoJo!" The other woman sighs. "First, I have already been planning the party. And second, we can't have the party at a bar."

"Bachelorette parties are supposed to be fun and involve liquor." JoJo rolls her eyes. "So why not at a bar? It's all arranged."

"But the bride is twenty years old," Chloe points out. "Mallory can't even be in Toulouse."

JoJo blinks. Then smiles. "I'll talk to Al, I'm sure he'll overlook-"

"No." Chloe crosses her arms. "No, you can't ask your friend to break the law, and no, you can't override me and plan the party. I am capable to planning something more exciting than a tea party, you know."

"Really." The two women stare at each other.

"Why would you think it's okay to do this?" Chloe asks.

"Because you're stuck in the last century," JoJo complains. "I want to do something for the wedding and I want it to be fun."

"Then throw a party for Rob," Chloe shrugs. "You're the Best Woman, do something for the groom."

"Jonah has already got a plan that he says is 'guys only'."

"Now who's stuck in the last century?" Chloe smirks. "Crash the party! Or … what about the wedding shower? I was thinking we could organize it together, but if you want, you can take the lead."

Frustrated, JoJo glares at Chloe. "Why won't you let me have my party?"

"Why won't you even ask me what I have planned?" Chloe retorts. "You're trying to override me and I don't like that."

"Fine." JoJo runs a hand through her blonde hair. "What do you have planned?"

"We're going to have the party at Callie and Arizona's house. They've got the hot tub, the pool, the game room, the bar," Chloe says. "Mallory loves the idea and is already planning the menu. She promises she's going to knock us out with her food."

"Is she seriously going to cook for her own shower?"

"My control freak of a sister? Yes," Chloe grins. "This is about doing what the bride likes to do at a location where alcohol can be served, and Callie has that huge custom kitchen. And they promise they won't card Mallory or her friends, we just have to make sure everyone gets home safely. If you want to help, you can start by getting a good deal on the liquor."

"We can't have the party there," JoJo mutters, looking down.

"Why not?"

"Arizona won't let a male stripper into her house."

Her friend blinks at her. "Stripper?"

"What, the bride doesn't like strippers?"

Amused, Chloe grins. "I'm sure she does. But why does there have to be-"

"To make the party epic!" JoJo throws up her hands in frustration. "I want to have a party that people will talk about for years."

"I don't think you even like Mallory," Chloe snorts. "You want an epic party, throw it for someone else."

JoJo shrugs. "She's okay."

"I think her party should be organized by someone who thinks she's more than okay," Chloe smiles gently. "Like her sister. Me."

The other woman purses her lips. "Can we have the wedding shower wherever I want?"

"As long as the bride isn't legally barred from attending, sure." Chloe pauses. "But you do realize our parents will be there."

"Then I'll make sure there is plenty of booze for our moms."

Chloe laughs. "Now you're talking. Oh! Speaking of parties …"

"What?"

"Mickey is having a house party this weekend and has invited both of us to it."

"What?" JoJo rolls her eyes. "You're not back with him, are you?"

"No," Chloe says, looking away. "But maybe he wants to date again and so –"

"Chloe." JoJo sits up straight and looks directly at her friend. "You are a woman who has no clue of how beautiful she is. If you knew your full potential and acted on it, you wouldn't be chasing after Pizza Boy, you would be getting chased."

"Stop calling him that. Not everyone has rich doctors for parents like we do."

"Fine." JoJo smiles gently at her friend. "Let me do your hair and make-up for the party, and then I'll come with you. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Hey hey!" Mallory bounds into the apartment, with Jonah following. She kisses Rob in greeting. "How was your shift?"

"Good." He looks quizzically at his cousin, who is dressed in new clothes. "What happened to you? Is – is that an earring?"

Jonah nods bashfully while Mallory grins. "I gave him a makeover," she tells Rob. "It's part of his new 'tortured artist' phase."

"I like it," Jonah says. "I've wanted an earring for a while but never had the nerve to go through with it."

"Hurricane Mallory strikes again," Rob laughs. "What else did you do today?"

"Oh!" Mallory places a hand on Jonah's arm, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by Rob. "So we spent the morning shopping and then we went to that little gallery by my school and then I posed for some pictures for Jonah's portfolio."

"Pictures?"

"She's a great model," Jonah says. "It's hard to take a bad photo of Mallory."

"Uh huh." Rob watches how closely Jonah stands by Mallory. "What kind of pictures?"

"Oh, just me sitting by the river," she says, removing her jacket. "We were thinking of doing some tonight, outside. And I was thinking, we should get Jonah to take some photos of the two of us. We don't have an engagement photo."

"Uh huh," Rob says absently, watching Mallory again.

"What?" She looks confused. "Don't you want some photos of us?"

"You don't have to pay me," Jonah says. "I'm going to give Mallory copies of her photos in exchange for me eating here tonight."

"Ah," Rob smiles.

"I'm going to change before I start cooking and splattering," Mallory announces. She pulls off her sweater, revealing a tight tank top underneath. It does a poor job of concealing her red lacy bra. Jonah's eyes widen while Rob's narrow.

"I'll pick out what we're going to wear in our engagement photo," she informs Rob. "I want us to complement each other, but not be too matchy-matchy, you know?" In the awkward silence, she realizes that something is wrong. "What? You want to pick out our clothes?"

"I'm going downstairs!" Jonah exclaims. "For ... coffee!" He grabs his jacket and hastily leaves.

"What?" Mallory turns to Rob. "Say, what do you think of him staying with us for a month until we go back to the States?"

Rob shakes his head. "No."

"Um, okay." Mallory looks puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"This is a small apartment," Rob tells her. "I like having our privacy."

"He's your cousin," she counters, eyes wide. "He's family."

"Do you know he's family?"

"What does that mean?" Mallory stares at him for a moment, before realization dawns. "You think something is going on between us?"

"You spent the day making him a hottie," Rob counters. "You don't do that with me."

"Oh my god," she laughs. "You're already hot. We can go get you an earring too, if you like. Or some highlights."

"That's not my point," he says. "You were ... touching his arm. A lot. And you just stripped down in front of him."

"Please." She rolls her eyes. "You know how you never wanted to date Chloe because she's like a sister? Jonah's like a brother to me."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh." She nods. "Rob, come on. The only time I've shared a bed with Jonah is when we were kids having a sleepover."

"Okay. But I would prefer that Jonah doesn't stay with us," Rob tells her. "I know I can't stop you from feeding him, but I don't want a roommate."

"He's your cousin."

"And you are loud in bed," he says with a smile. "Look, he's not hardcore Mormon, but do you think he really wants to listen to us having sex for a month? Even if I muzzle you, it's a very small apartment and he'll know."

"Like you could ever silence me," Mallory smirks. "Oh, I get what you're saying and you're right. We'd have to tone things down. He can sleep at the hostel or wherever."

"And he doesn't get to see your bra. He almost fainted when you took off your sweater."

She rolls her eyes. "It's like my dad is standing here. Fine. I shall shield him from my undergarments."

"Are you seriously letting me get my way on something?" Rob chuckles. "That was too easy."

"Don't get used to it."

Cristina sighs as she hands Meredith a drink. "Remember when we were the ones getting all dolled up to go out and hit on hot men?"

Derek smirks. "You ladies are lucky. Your hot men are right here." He gestures around the Hunt living room. Owen raises his beer bottle in agreement.

The women exchange an amused look, as they sit down next to their spouses.

"Do you really want to go out into the dating scene again?" Owen asks Cristina, as he rubs her arm. "There are a lot of losers out there. They can't handle a woman like you."

"And you can?" She smirks. He laughs good-naturedly and leans in for a kiss.

"Okay, good night!" Chloe comes downstairs, followed by JoJo. They wave as they make their way to the door.

"Hold on!" Owen stands up and walks over.

"It's the Papa Bear Show!" Derek loudly whispers.

"I have my cell phone, I have cash, thanks for letting us borrow your car, Mom, and good night, Dad!" Chloe informs him.

Owen smiles. "And you're going...?"

"To a house party," Chloe informs him.

"Hey Chloe!" Derek yells out.

"Yeah?"

"Don't let JoJo get you into too much trouble," he grins. "We're counting on you to bring her home in one piece."

"Don't I always?" Chloe chuckles.

Grim-faced, JoJo grabs her purse and quickly exits the house.

"Derek!" Meredith punches his shoulder. "That wasn't nice."

"Um, we're going to be late," Chloe says. She quickly kisses her father on the cheek before leaving.

"What am I supposed to say?" Derek asks. "JoJo spends her days watching TV and then she goes out and gets drunk every night. I'm tired of waiting for her to snap out of it."

"Take her fishing," Meredith says. "It worked for Cristina."

Cristina laughs, while her husband sits down beside her again. "Are things that bad?" Owen asks.

"I can't believe how much potential she's wasting," Derek says. "It's like she is determined to be a failure."

"Or maybe she's got too much Grey in her," Meredith muses. "I think we should encourage her to go travel the world, really taste life in all of its flavours, get to know herself better."

"And I think she'd just use that opportunity to taste every possible kind of liquor ever made," Derek says.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Cristina smirks. "Rob and Meredith both did that and survived."

Owen looks thoughtful. "There are many ways to see the world besides just partying around it. There are lots of volunteering opportunities, for example. I could look into some, if you like."

Derek shakes his head. "I think you'd be wasting your time."

A few hours later, JoJo sighs as she tries to walk around a crowded living room, in search of Chloe. She makes her way through the kitchen and into an empty sun porch, desperate for some fresh air.

"Not having a good time?"

She whirls around to see Mickey standing in the doorway. He holds out a beer bottle, which she takes.

"Thanks," she mutters, twisting off the cap. "Your party is okay, I just don't know anyone and I need some fresh air."

"It's okay." He steps next to her, letting his eyes roam over her tight black dress. "You're looking really hot tonight."

She side-glances at him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He smiles at her. "I want to make sure you enjoy yourself at my party."

"Uh huh." She drinks from the bottle. "So why did you invite us? Do you want to get back with Chloe?"

"No," he shakes his head, with a mysterious smile.

"So why invite us? Little Miss Perfect isn't into house parties."

Mickey tilts his head. "'Little Miss Perfect'?"

JoJo takes another sip. "Chloe just graduated with honors, of course. She spends her days at an exciting job when she isn't volunteering. Nobody is ever on her case, telling her what she needs to change in her life."

"I thought you were best friends," Mickey says, handing her another glass. "But I never understood that."

"Huh?"

He shrugs, looking at his beer. "From high school. You were very popular and you were always surrounded by the cool kids. It didn't make sense that you were friends with Chloe, you're so different."

"Tell me about it!" JoJo snorts. "She never acted out or got into trouble, in fact our parents counted on her to keep me out of jail. She was an athlete and a basketball star and I cheered from the sidelines."

"You were never on the sidelines," he tells her, softly. "Every guy in the school wanted to have you."

JoJo glances at him again. "Thanks."

"In fact," Mickey says, inching in closer. "I really wanted to date you. But I thought you'd never go out with a guy like me."

"Oh." JoJo takes another drink. "To be honest, I don't remember you. Sorry."

"That's okay," he smiles. "Maybe we can get to know each other now?" He places a hand on JoJo's curvy rear end.

"Whoa." She turns and faces him. "You're coming on to me?"

He smiles.

JoJo holds up a hand. "No thanks."

"Come on." He spreads his hands. "Is it because I went out with Chloe?"

"No, I'm just not interested," JoJo tells him, taking a step back.

Mickey grins. "Chloe's okay, but you're right, she's a very good girl. Too afraid to have a good time. But you're not afraid of that, are you?"

"I know I don't want to have a 'good time' with you," she sneers.

Angry, he moves closer. "Oh like you're some pure virgin. I know exactly the kind of girl you are. Back in high school, you were spreading your legs-"

JoJo slaps him. Mickey's face contorts with fury, and he steps closer, cornering her.

"Get away from her!" They both turn to see Chloe standing in the doorway of the sun porch.

"Hey, no problem," Mickey says smoothly, stepping back.

"Fuck you," JoJo mutters, quickly moving past him. "Chloe, we're leaving."

"Agreed." Chloe gives Mickey one dismissive look before leaving.

Chloe is stoically silent as she drives, which JoJo attributes to her reaction to Mickey's behaviour.

"Oh my God, what a jerk," JoJo says, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Thanks for showing up when you did. I mean, I'm sure I could have handled myself, I did take martial arts classes with you, but thanks anyways."

"Uh huh," Chloe says tightly, gripping the steering wheel.

JoJo looks at her. "I'm sorry you had to see him be such an asshole, but now you know what kind of guy he really is. You are better off without him in your life."

"I know." Chloe keeps her eyes forward.

JoJo nods and smiles, lightly touching Chloe's right hand. She's surprised that her friend flinches at her touch.

"So ..." JoJo looks at the neighbourhood. "What do you say about me spending the night at your house? Liked we used to?"

"No," Chloe says. "You can get a ride home with your parents."

"Oh come on." JoJo replies. "We haven't had a sleepover in years..."

Chloe swallows. "No. We are not having a slumber party. You can not stay at my house. 'Little Miss Perfect' doesn't want to see you again tonight. Or ever, really."

JoJo's blood turns cold as she stammers. "Oh shit, you heard. Look, I didn't mean it-"

"You meant it." Chloe's voice is cool and controlled. "I think that was the most honest that you've been in a long time."

"But – I've been drinking and I-"

"Oh shut up!" Chloe glances at her then, scornfully. "I am so sick of your excuses. You were the one who got yourself kicked out of school, not me, you know. You're the one keeping your fat ass on your parents' couch, not me. You want to throw away your life? Go ahead. But don't complain about me actually doing something. And having morals."

"Chloe, I'm sorry," JoJo begs, tears starting to run down her face. "Please, can't we forget what I said?"

"No." Chloe turns a corner. "I never want to see you again."

"We're best friends!" JoJo protests.

"We are not!" Chloe snarls. "You haven't acted like one in a long time. You're always criticizing me, ignoring what I want, you don't even make much effort to communicate with me any more."

"I can change," JoJo insists, grabbing her arm. "Please Chloe, don't do this to me."

Chloe jerks her arm away. "Don't touch me. Especially while I'm driving. I am better off without Mickey and I am better off without you."

JoJo watches her in horror, feeling the magnitude of her actions. "Chloe-"

"Shut up."

"I want to tell you-"

"Shut up."

"i want to tell you something about me-"

"I said, shut up," Chloe snarls.

"Not that I'm getting involved," Meredith says, slightly slurring. "But is the wedding planning finished?"

Owen grins. "I think we're in the calm before the storm. Once Mallory comes home and starts going over everything with Alexandra, we'll start revising every single detail."

The front door slams and Chloe comes storming into the living room, angry and red-faced. A weeping JoJo follows her.

The parents watch, stunned, as Chloe storms upstairs and JoJo collapses at the foot of the staircase. Owen reacts first, leaping to his feet and running up the stairs.

Meredith stands and goes over to where JoJo is lying, in a sobbing heap. Derek joins her, watching their daughter in confusion. Meredith crouches down next to JoJo, and starts to stroke her hair. "What happened?"

Upstairs, Owen knocks on Chloe's bedroom door. "It's Dad," he announces.

"Go away!" She shouts through the door. "I don't want to talk with her!"

"She's downstairs," he replies, looking behind him. Cristina is climbing the stairs, looking concerned. "Your mom is upstairs."

"I want to be alone!" Chloe yells.

Cristina tests the door handle. "She locked us out," she mutters.

"I'm not leaving until you talk with me," Owen announces through the door, crossing his arms.

"Don't make us pick the lock!" Cristina adds.

Derek walks upstairs and waves. "We're taking her home now," he quietly informs them. "I'll call if I can get any information out of her."

"You're sure you don't want to come along?" Mallory asks Rob, as he holds out her jacket for her.

"I'm sure," he says. "You'll enjoy the paintings so much more without me."

"What are you going to do when it's time to expose our children to the arts?"

He grins. "I'll show them my comic book collection."

They laugh. "Well, have a good day," she murmurs, kissing him. "If you change your mind about the earring, let me know."

"Yeah, I saw how red Jonah's ear was last night. No thanks." He kisses her. "You'd better go, he's waiting outside."

"I know." Mallory's phone chirps. She pulls it out and glances at it. "Huh. An 'urgent' message from Chloe." She puts down her bag and starts reading the message on her phone. Rob watches Mallory's face change from amusement to concern.

"What … ?" Mallory looks up at Rob. "Chloe says we have to ban JoJo from the wedding or she's not going to be the maid of honor!"