The Way It Ends

28. Moving on

Technically! TECHNICALLY! You can't kill me after this!
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Cristina and Meredith were sitting at Joes drunk as hell, talking about their life's biggest problems.
"You know what's funny," she started laughing, "he begged me. Remember! In front of the hospital. And then hahaha, and then he leaves. Just like that, puff!" She almost fell of the chair. Cristina started laughing so hard she almost peed herself, "You hahaha you almost fell of the chair," she slapped the table with her hands. Her eyes then all of a sudden flew wide open, "Oh my god Mer, shhhh," she put her finger up to her mouth.
"What? What?" She ducked.
"Do you remember that guy you almost kissed that night at the bar but I stopped you?" She whispered to her. Meredith was laughing when she stopped all of a sudden, "No!" She started crying as she banged her head on the table.
"Why are you crying?" Cristina laughed.
"Because I can't rEmEmBer!" She threw her hands in the air.
"Just look behind you, you'll remember!" She flipped her over.
"Oh the big dude, I liked him," she admired him.
"Go up to him!" She pushed her from the back
"What no!"
"YOU NEED TO GET LAID GREY! He left 5 months ago," She drank the last glass of the tequila.
"Alright alright fine," Meredith got herself up.

Meredith walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulders.
"Hey gorgeous," he turned around talking with his British accent. He was tall with gorgeous brown eyes and had a squared jaw with sideburns on the side and small moustache and beard. His hair was black, not too long but not short either.
"Hihihi you think im pretty?" She giggled.
"Are you kidding, with those lips and gorgeous shiny hair, I laid my eyes on you the minute I walked in," he lifted her chin up.
"I love you accent. Did you know you sound British?" She asked with a cute baby voice.
"People might've mentioned it once or twice," he chuckled.
"Want to go back to my place," she smirked.
"Do I ever?" He grinned.

Meredith looked back at Cristina with a huge smile.
"I swear to god that woman," she chuckled.
"Hey!" A man walked up to Cristina.
"Nope," she took her coat and was out the door in minutes.

"Look," Meredith stopped the guy as soon as they got out of the bar, "I'm sorry if I led you on but I had to get my friend off my back. But I'm not really in the-, see I just got out of a long relationship and I don't think I'm ready," she tried to explain.
"It's okay love. Can I at least take you on a date? Or just two friends going out?" He stroked her cheeks.
"Well since you asked so politely, I'll consider it," she bit down on her lips.
"May I take you up to my flat? Talk over a bottle of wine?" He asked politely.
"Flat?" Meredith was confused.
"Oh right, my apartment. In Britain we call them flats," he explained. Meredith just laughed, "That is weird."
"It is a bit odd isn't it," he laughed with her. "So would you like to come up for a drink?" He asked again.
"That'd be nice," she smiled.
He wrapped one of his hands around her shoulders and started leading her to his apartment.

"Your place is cozy," she walked through the doors.
"Yeah, I'd like to mention that I'm living with a girl. We met in DC and we both wanted to come here but didn't have enough money, so we decided to buy apartment together. Most of this stuff is hers," he explained as he through the keys on the table beside the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Is she here?" Meredith asked looking around.
"Oh no, she had to go back to DC to help her boyfriend pack his stuff. He's, well apparently he got fired," he chuckled a little bit, taking the wine bottle out of the fridge.
"So I'm in your apartment but I still have no idea what your name is," she smiled.
"Oh well you may call me Tom. May I ask your name?" He chuckled.
"Right, Meredith," she shook his hand.
"So Meredith, would you like to tell me something about you?" He offered her a seat.
"My life's pretty boring," she blushed.
"I'm sure that's not true," he sat down opposite her and poured the wine into the glass.
"Okay well, I'm a doctor at Seattle Grace hospital," she started opening up. Which wasn't common. Ever since Derek closed herself up, whoever tried getting to know her she would just fled the room.
"Oh, what kind?"
"I'm a surgeon," she added.
"And you said there's nothing interesting about you," he laughed taking a sip of his wine.
"What do you do?" Meredith got interested.
"I'm a writer," he said.
"Any books I've might've come across," she tucked her hair behind her ears and crossed her arms.
"No haven't published anything yet but I am working on something," he tilted his head admiring her eyes.
"Well when you do, I'll be sure to be the first one to read it," she took a sip of her wine.