[Kate Austen]

oh, er ist einfach so süß und einfühlsam. da kann man direkt anfangen zu träumen....

Seriously. Manchmal mache ich mich selbst neidisch mit meinem Getippsel... that's weird.

hey katie. ich hab angefangen, dein kapitel zu lesen, aber ich kann mich nich wirklich drauf konzentrieren. da du eben ein benutzerbild betrachtest hast - ^^ - und ich einfach mal so selbsteingenommen bin und sage, es war meins, und du darauf wartest, ein FB von mir zu lesen, möchte ich dir nur eben kundtun, dass du das wohl erst morgen kriegen wirst;

Big Brother is watching you! ^^
Mag sein, dass es sogar dein Profil war, aber ich hab mich eben eher gelangweilt durch die ganzen User geklickt. Pure Neugier
Was nicht heißen soll, dass ich keinen Wert auf dein FB legen würde. Aber ich respektiere und verstehe deine momentane Unkonzentriertheit, so never mind

Hubba Hubba.

The next morning.
Meredith blinked dozily when the shrill sound of her alarm clock reached her ears. She grumbled into her pillow and pulled the cover further over her head, regretting the sweet process of sleeping where she wouldn’t have to feel anything or think about anything or listen to anything. Where she could just… sleep. And dream. And forget about the previous night. Which had been completely… undeniably… disastrous.
And that was still monumentally understated.

She grumbled again, her voice muffled from the cushions, and finally reached for the alarm to shut it off.
She had barely made it to her bad when she’d returned early in the morning. She’d just wanted to drop to the floor, shut her eyes and stop thinking about what just had happened. But Izzie’d forced her to get up and lay down in her bed. She’d had one of her mommy moments where she was all kind and considerate and caring and worried. She’d even offered to bear her company during the night which she’d done a lot during the last weeks, but she’d politely declined her well-meant suggestion. She’d just wanted to be alone.
She hadn’t found any sleep till dawn since her mind wouldn’t stop acting like a freaking merry-go-around. She’d tried to ban the aching memories from her head but it was for the birds. And so, when sleep had finally hit her, it had been almost time to get up again.

The guy who invented the alarm clock? He sucked.

Grudgingly, she drugged herself to her feet, stretched her arms, thought, for a short moment, about the opinion to care a bloody shit about the day and go to bed again instead, stretched her legs and shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Morning.” she yawned groggily when she came into the room. Izzie was standing in front of the stove, a pink apron tied around her waist and a couple of pans in front of her. The luscious aroma of freshly baked pancakes brushed against Meredith’s nostrils, causing her mouth to water.

“Oh Iz, if I had to chose my favourite person of the day right now, I would name you.” Mer sighed and poured herself a cup of coffee. Black. Steaming. Full of caffeine.

The guy who invented caffeine: he may be praised.

Izzie placed some of the pancakes on a clean plate and handed it to her.

“I’m glad there’s someone in that house who isn’t knee-walking drunk and able to keep a breakfast in his stomach for more than five minutes.” she said, pointing with a wooden spoon at George who was sitting at the kitchen table, his forehead resting on the tabletop.

“Correction.” he mumbled without lifting his head. “I’m hung-over now.”

Izzie rolled her eyes irritatedly. “Yeah whatever.” She turned her gaze to Cristina who has just entered the room, still looking groggy, her hair sticking out in every direction.

“Morning, sleepy drunky head.”

“My head hurts.” Cristina moaned and fell into the chair next to George.

“Maybe it’s a tumor.” Izzie replied sarcastically and placed a plate in front of her.

Cristina wrinkled her nose in disgust and brushed the pancakes aside. “I prefer to call it a hangover.” she muttered as she cupped her face in her hands. “The worst I ever had.”

Meredith took a sip of the black liquid in her Hello Kitty cup. When the hot fluid was running down her throat and started to warm her up, both physically and emotionally, she sat down at the other end of the table.

“Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most.” she put her cup down and looked from face to face.

“Uh, in careful consideration of the fact that last night you rushed out off the suite like freaking Cinderella, leaving McDreamy standing there looking like a kicked dog, I really don’t think that I wanna play with you.” Cristina replied while she tried to tame her messy locks. “You’d be head and shoulders above me.”

“There, you’re absolutely… totally… completely… from top to bottom… right.” Meredith sighed. “I feel miserable… I hadn’t planned to freak out. I hadn’t planned to… make him feel sad because of me.”

“Oh please, Mer.” Cristina moaned. “He is a rock star. He probably has an ego the size of Texas. I guess it needs more than being turned down to destroy it.”

“Yeah…” Meredith said moonily. “Probably.”