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ein neuer part!!!!! :freuu:

natürlich wieder richtig, richtig gut gelungen. :clap:

Zitat:“Yeah,” Cristina nodded, “but what would you do with all your free time? OOOW, that hurt!”

der satz hätte von mir kommen können, auch wenns ziemlich gemein ist.

Zitat:“I’m not unsupportive, I’m giving the girl a reality check. And I didn’t say that we can blame the men for being… male. It’s because of the testosterone. It turns men into morons. But,” she added quickly when she noticed that Izzie prepared herself for the next kick, “at least your rock star is good-looking so you should go and have some fun with him.”

wahre worte!!!!! sehe ich genauso.

oh man, meredith sollte nicht immer davon laufen. ok, ein mann hat ihr das herz gebrochen, aber das bedeutet ja nicht, dass es der nächste auch macht. ok, leichter gesagt als getan....

deine ally

jetz muss aber mal was von mir hier stehen =)

but seriously? keine ahnung, was ich sagen soll.. du machst das gut, honey :]

aber eine anmerkung: in dem nächsten chap will ich, dass sie ihn anruft!!!!!!! ^^

Danke ihr beiden <33

Update coming up!

Mer's house

Derek left a short time after her. He felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Hard. With fists. Again. And again. And again. Putting all his weight behind it.
He. Felt. Sick. And he felt sick of feeling sick. And most of all he felt sick of not knowing why the hell he was feeling sick. Okay. Quite obviously, it was about her. Quite obviously, he kind of… liked her. Which, quite obviously, was the understatement of the year. Of the century. But damn it, how should he call this thing he had for her? He didn’t even know her. You can’t be head over heels in love with someone you don’t know. It’s one of those stupid love rules invented by some women’s magazine.
The only thing he knew about her was that she could eat like a horse but usually, that is not a fact that gives you the right to fall for someone. Someone you don’t know.

Derek's house

He opened the door to his house, chucked his keys onto the small cupboard in the hallway without turning the light on, and for a brief moment, he just stood there. Motionless. For a brief moment. In the doorway. In the dark.
Until someone solicited his undivided attention. Vociferously barking.

Buddy

“Hey, Bud.”

He kneeled down and gently patted the head of the Retriever that welcomed its master with whimpering sounds and a wildly wagging tail.

Then, he navigated his steps towards the cellar-door.
He needed to free his mind and the best place he could do this was his specifically arranged sound studio in the basement. It was his oasis of calm. More figuratively spoken, of course. But every now and then, when the whole media hullabaloo became too much for him to bear, he sought refuge in here. He would take his guitar, played some chords, and felt better. Or he would sit down in front of the piano, tinkled the ivories, and felt better. The whole fingertips… it just relaxed him. Relaxed his mind. Relaxed his muscles. Relaxed his nerves.
And right now, he truly was in need of relaxation.
Because he was so not relaxed. Since they’d almost kissed. Which, indeed, gave him the right to be not relaxed. They’d almost kissed. And then, she’d freaked out. Why? No freaking idea. Which again leads us to the not being relaxed thing.
He didn’t know why he cared. It had been normal: you meet a girl, you’re attracted to her, she turns you down because she thinks you’re some brainless moron, you whine a little but life will go on. Life will go on because it was just a fling with someone you didn’t. Even. Know, for God’s sake! Why the hell did he care this time?

He made his way down the steps and turned the lights on.
Though in the basement, the studio was pretty welcoming.
The flooring was made of dark parquet… A considerable number of gold and platinum records adorned the walls… A light settee with matching pillows was put at one of them… Several musical instruments were arranged at the other end of the room, including a grand piano and a drum kit… And then there was the bounteous audio equipment that would make every musician’s heart leap for joy.

Derek collapsed into the couch, reached for his guitar and placed it on his lap. He let his fingers gently brush over the chords, causing a soft melody to fill the room. It was not an actual song. More the music of his heart. His soul. He didn’t need notes for that.
He immediately felt his body relax at the sound. He shut his eyes but didn’t stop playing. The tohubohu in his head changed into something more comfortable… his thoughts cleared up…

“Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, please.”

“No, you… were perfect.”

The music stopped. Derek opened his eyes and stared at the opposite wall. He hadn’t messed it up. He had been perfect. She didn’t think he was some brainless moron. So what was this about? Still… no idea. He sat back against the cushions and ran his fingers through his thick dark hair.

“Damn it Der, what is wrong with you?” he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling.

He closed his eyes again. He suddenly felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. He lay down on the cushions, put his feet up, rested his head on his right arm, snuggled up in the prepositioned blanket and waited for finally drifting off for sleep.

oh man, was für eine schöne ablenkung vom lernen. :freuu:der neue part konnte mich von dem stress zumindest für eine kurze zeit befreien. danke.

armer derek! ich glaube, ich würde auch wie falschgeld durch die gegend laufen nach so einer aktion. ich meine was soll er auch denken....aus so einer reaktion kann man nicht schlau werden.

na ja aber mer ist ja auch nicht besser dran....

die beiden gehören einfach zusammen!!!!

schreib schnell weiter.

Little-Anni schrieb:armer derek! ich glaube, ich würde auch wie falschgeld durch die gegend laufen nach so einer aktion. ich meine was soll er auch denken....aus so einer reaktion kann man nicht schlau werden.

Frauen halt... Wer soll schon aus denen schlau werden?

Und weil mir heute so langweilig war und ich deshalb Zeit zum Tippseln hatte, kommt hier auch schon das nächtsteeeeee...

Update! Enjoy and let me know what you think!

“Is he dead?”

“If he is, I’ll get his TV!”

“He’s not, dumbass. See, he’s snoring.”

“Like a freight train roaring through the house.”

“Boys, shut it! He’s waking up…”

Derek slowly opened his eyes. He blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked into four pairs of eyes staring at him in pure amusement.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” said Mark, grinning from ear to ear.

Derek let out a deep growl, rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in the cushions. “What do you guys want?” he mumbled irritatedly.

“Well, we wondered what has taken you since you missed our 11:00 appointment, Der.” Callie had sat down onto the edge of the couch and offered him a cup of Starbucks Coffee. “I brought you Coffee.”

“What?” Derek sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he took a closer look at his watch. “Damn it!” He sighed and thankfully smiled at Callie when she handed him the hot fluid.

“Dude, never mind.” Alex said. “The Chief was a little pissed but we told him that you were writing a new song so it’s gonna be okay.”

“Except that you need to write a new song till our next performance.” Denny shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

Alex nodded his head yes. “Yeah, except for that. And he forced us to pick you up personally just to make sure that you’re not gonna be late for our today’s autograph session.”

Derek looked from Denny to Alex to Callie to Mark and back to Denny. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. So he just looked. And then, he got up to his feet.

“I need a shower.” he grumbled without another comment and shuffled his feet upstairs.

“Hurry up Derek, we need to be at the Mall at 12:30!” yelled Mark after him. He turned to Alex, Denny and Callie who just shrugged. Mark exhaled noisily. “Let’s just hope he won’t try to drown himself in his mega size bath tub.”

After the refreshing shower, Derek felt better. Refreshed and better. It was as if the water had washed away his fatigue and with it the gnawing headaches and replaced it with new energy and confidence.
He decided to stop looking for answers. Answers that only she could give him. He had no alternative than to wait for her to explain. Which he was sure she would do. Somehow. Someday. He was optimistic about that. Hell, they lived in Los Angeles. You always meet people twice in Los Angeles. It’s a quite small town, actually. Nothing to worry about. Seriously.
He slipped into some fresh blue jeans and a clean T-shirt and hurried back downstairs in the kitchen where the band was already waiting for him. Buddy lay on his cushion, snoozing, whimpering from time to time, obviously chasing some rabbits in his dreams.

“You’re ready, great, let’s go!” Mark hopped off of his chair. “You can eat on the hoof, there are bagels in the car.” Derek wanted to say something but Mark pushed him towards the front door. “No backtalk! We’re late already and Richard’s gonna kick your ass anyway so don’t make matters worse.” He turned around to Callie who just closed the door behind them. “The keys, Cal.”

“You’re so not gonna drive this car.” She raised her eyebrow, arms akimbo and glanced at him sternly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because,” she pointed a finger at him, “you drive like a maniac, mister!”

“But you’re such a slowpoke Callie, we won’t be there in time!” he whined and looked helplessly at Derek. “Say something!”

Derek grinned. “I sit on the passenger seat.”

“Thanks Der.” Callie rattled the keys triumphantly and sat down behind the steering wheel.

Mark rolled his eyes and gave Derek the evil eye. “You are the worst best friend I’ve ever had, you know that?”

Derek chuckled. “What? You do drive like a maniac. Face it.”

JUHU!!!!!!! :clap:
da habe ich ja noch was um mich vom lernen abzulenken. es tut immer so gut so etwas schönes wie deine story zu lesen. außerdem bekomme ich so meine tägliche dosis englisch.

Zitat:He blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked into four pairs of eyes staring at him in pure amusement.

sowas liebe ich total. wieso finden es die leute immer lustig, wenn man sich so schlecht fühlt.

Zitat:“You’re so not gonna drive this car.” She raised her eyebrow, arms akimbo and glanced at him sternly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because,” she pointed a finger at him, “you drive like a maniac, mister!”

es ist doch eh erwiesen, dass frauen die bessern autofahrer sind.

deine ally

Little-Anni schrieb:JUHU!!!!!!! :clap:
da habe ich ja noch was um mich vom lernen abzulenken. es tut immer so gut so etwas schönes wie deine story zu lesen. außerdem bekomme ich so meine tägliche dosis englisch.

Ich bin schon ganz verwirrt von dem vielen Englisch, dass momentan in meinem Kopf rumschwirrt... Ich lese 2 englische Bücher parallel und dann noch die FF... Holy! Mir fallen teilweise deutsche Begriffe nicht ein und ich ertappe mich immer wieder selber dabei, dass ich auf Englisch denke.
Creepy.

Aber scheen, dass es dir wieder gefällt <3

hey, mir gefällt jeder part den du schreibst. und wenn ich ehrlich sein soll, dann bewundere ich es total, dass du eine ff auf englisch schreibst. ich könnte das nicht.

Danke :o .

Es ist einfach eine gute Übung. Ich habe Englisch LK, da brauche ich das . Außerdem, wenn man Grey's Anatomy einmal auf Englisch gesehen hat, kommt man schwer wieder auf's Deutsche zurück und auch wenn das hier nur eine AU FF ist, sind die Charaktere doch vom Wesen her gleich, und das bringt man einfach auf Englisch viel besser rüber .

Anyway. Vielenvielenvielen Dank, dass du immer so lieb FB gibst . Das motiviert wirklich ungemein, gleich noch 5 Teile am Stück zu schreiben ^^

nichts zu danken. eine super ff hat auch fb verdient.

dein englisch ist einfach der hammer. ich wünschte meines wäre halb so gut. da hab ich wohl verpasst was für zu tun.