[Kate Austen]

Trotz des wieder einmal verhaltenen FBs [wofür ich mich natürlich trotzdem bedanke <3 ] gibt's hier den nächsten Teil .

baddabing.

Song playing “Not Tonight” by Tegan and Sara

Love pull your sore ribs in
I will pull your tangles out
In the back of your car I feel like
I have travelled nowhere

“Crap! Crap, crap, crap!”

As soon as they had unlocked the front door, Meredith had dashed up the stairs and barricaded herself in her room. She immediately had rushed to her closet and torn it open, starting to throw several contemplable dresses over her shoulder onto her bed where they, slowly but surely, had formed a giant pile of halter-neck dresses, backless dresses, strapless dresses, low-cut dresses, plain dresses, long dresses, short dresses and calf-length dresses in variant colours. But yet…

“Crappy crap!”

“Hey, what are you doing? Wow!” Izzie walked into the room, munching on some potato chips and chuckled when she noticed Meredith standing among millions of frightfully expensive designer dresses, on the edge of mental breakdown.

What will bring me home?
What will make me stay, stay?
What will bring me home?
What will make me stay, stay?

“I have nothing to wear!” she whined desperately, collapsing onto her downy cushions.

Izzie moved closer, reached for a pretty mint-coloured evening gown and held it up, examining. “And what is this?”

“This is crap!” Meredith grumbled sulkily. “How am I supposed to go to a charity event when I have nothing but crap to cover my body with, huh?” She ran her fingers through her blonde hair in an annoyed manner. “I hate that man! Doesn’t he know that women need at least one week two decide what they are going to wear? And he wants me to choose in four freaking hours? Seriously? Seriously??”
She wondered how on earth a man could be so stupid.

Well I don't know
I don't know, ooh
I don't know
I don't know, ooh

“Maybe you should just go naked then.” Izzie giggled. “I bet your horny rock star would be okay with that.”

Meredith gave her a dirty look and threw a shoe at her. “Are you going to help or what?”

Izzie sat down on the other side of the bed and looked for another dress in the pile. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you. The colour has to reflect your mood so… What colour do you feel like? It’s darkish, right? You look pretty darkish to me…” She ducked as Meredith threw another shoe at her. “Stop it! Okay, I eat my words so… How do you feel like?”

Everything in my body says not tonight
Everything in my body says no
Everything in my body says not tonight
Everything in my body says no

“I feel…” Shitty… cheated… torn… disgusted… angry… dark… twisty… not being able to feel loved or love ever again… Meredith frowned. This was completely bananas and so not going to help but right then she couldn’t think of another opportunity. Plus she was already freaking out, so… “I dun… dunno.” She screwed up her eyes but it didn’t help to find out the colour of her mood either. “This doesn’t work on me, Iz.”

“You’re questioning my methods.” said Izzie, narrowing her brown eyes.

“I’m not questioning it,” replied Meredith petulantly, “I’m saying it’s stupid.”

“Okay, let’s try another approach.” Meredith could almost hear Izzie’s brain working. “How do you want to feel like tonight?” asked she at last.

Okay, this was easy. She could answer that. A piece of cake. “Like a person… a really cheerful… free of lovesickness… moving on… ready to kiss a guy again… sexy… kick all the other women’s asses… kind of person.”

What will bring me home?
What will make me stay, stay?
What will bring me home?
What will make me stay, stay?

“Well, how about the red one then?”

“Too slutty. I don’t wanna feel slutty until tequila’s served.”

“Pink?”

“Too bright and shiny. I’m still dark and twisty, remember?”

Izzie wrinkled her nose. “Mer, don’t take it personally… but you’re a dead loss.”

“Go away!! I’ll pick my own damn dress!” She hurled another shoe at Izzie who ran out to the hallway laughing.

Well I don't know
I don't know, ooh
I don't know
I don't know, ooh

The sound of the phone almost startled her up. She riffled through the tons and tons of dresses, swearing, desperately looking for the damn thing, and when she finally found it in one of her shoes she answered without checking the caller’s ID…

“I’m very busy and on the edge of exploding so you better make it quick!”

“Guess who’s here!” the voice on the other end of the line babbled cheerfully.

For a moment, Meredith forgot how busy she actually was. “Addi! You’re back? How was New York?”

“Just like you, busy and on the edge of exploding. That’s why I seriously need to get away from that whole law stuff. I thought about going to that new Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills tonight and I still need a date...”

“Uhm, actually…” Meredith bit her lower lip. “I already have plans for tonight.”

“Oh…” Addison sounded slightly disappointed. “Well, I guess I just gonna watch some videos then… Just me and an XL bag of potato chips…”

“I’m sorry, Derek just invited me to that charity thing and I rather would stay at home myself but…-”

“Who’s Derek?”

“Derek Shepherd.”

“Derek Shepherd? THE Derek Shepherd? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

Meredith had to hold the phone several inches away from her ear because Addison started to squeal in excitement. “No, I’m not… We met at the Globes, did a little chitchat in his suite…-”

“YOU’VE BEEN IN HIS SUITE? I HATE YOU!”

“WOULD YOU JUST STOP YELLING AT ME, ADDI! We just talked, okay, nothing happened and nothing is going to happen.”

“Because you’re still ruined.”

“I. Am not. Ruined. Just… not ready for love stuff yet. I will be… someday… soonish.”

“Oh my God, you’re soo ruined…” Meredith could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “As your lawyer and your friend I tell you that you need help, immediately. And because I am very unselfish I volunteer to accompany you tonight, just in case you know.”

Meredith chuckled. “Sure… Be ready at 7:30, we pick you up then…” The telephone line crackled. “Addi? Hello?” She hung up. “Well, I’ll take this as a Yes…”