[Kate Austen]

du spricht die wahrheit........ aber wer weiß, wie es bei mcdreamy

We will see

Noch jemand wach?

“Anyway, Mer…” Izzie had joined them and was now looking at Meredith with her doe eyes. “What happened yesterday? We saw you, you know… And you two seemed so smitten with each other… You wanna talk about it?”

Meredith sighed. And sighed. And sighed. And finally began to speak. “It was the memory. Of that night. When I… when I caught them… It was as if somebody pulled the rug out from under me… All the feelings… they came back. And it hurt… It hurt so much.” She felt her eyes filling with tears again and quickly rubbed them. She let out a sardonic laugh. “Guess it’s time for me to stop crying after him.”

“Yeah,” Cristina nodded, “but what would you do with all your free time? OOOW, that hurt!” She rubbed her aching shin and glanced at Izzie who threw an angry look at her.

“We. Are her friends! We’re supposed to cheer her up, not to pull her down.” She slightly shook her head and turned her gaze back to Meredith who tap, tap, tapped her fingertips nervously on the table board. “Listen, Mer. What Gary did to you? It sucked. It sucked in the worst way. And I get that it’s hard to forget about him. That it’s hard to forget the pain. But you know… not all men are assholes.”

“I would not sell my grandma for that…” Cristina mumbled and earned a second kick from Izzie. “IZZIE, STOP IT!”

“Then stop being unsupportive!”

“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.”

Meredith sighed. “I suppose some girls might find him good-looking…”

Everyone looked at her.

“If they have eyes…” she added.

Everyone was still looking at her.

“Okaaaay, he’s a honey.” she finally gives in. She giggled. “And he smells good.”

“You should call him.” Izzie said, chewing on her pancake.

“Can’t… I don’t have his number.”

“I do.” Cristina shrugged her shoulders. “Mark wrote it down on the back of my panties before I left.”

Now, everyone turned his look to Cristina. George, who has been as quiet as a mouse all the time, let out an unidentifiable noise.

“Bad… Bad images in my head…”

Meredith bit her lip. No. She couldn’t deal with those things now. Not yet. She was an emotional wreck, how was she supposed to have fun with… emotional stuff? Plus the old Gary Wound hasn’t healed completely yet and was ripped off from time to time by some of those horrible flashbacks every time she saw something or smelled something or did something that reminded her of him. It sucked but she couldn’t help it. She’d tried. She’d strictly kept with the Cristina Break Up Rules that told her to burn up every photo on which he looked sexy and she looked happy but unfortunately, she couldn’t just burn up her memories.
And now her friends wanted her to go out with a rock star. A handsome rock star, though. With damn fine hair. Who’d looked at her as if she was the most impressive thing on earth he had ever seen.
They couldn’t be serious, could they?

“Hey, nobody asked you to marry him, Mer.” Cristina said as if she could read her mind. Which she probably could because she was Cristina and her person.

Silence.

“I think I should call Miranda now, you know.” Meredith suddenly pulled back her chair. “She probably wonders why I haven’t called her yet.” Saying this, she left the room.

Izzie let out a desperate sigh. “Great, she’s avoiding again. It’s getting a little hard to watch.”

“Naah, it was hard to watch three weeks ago.” Cristina sipped at her coffee. “Now it’s just pathetic.”