Stingray - Greys Anatomy

1.2 Are brothers really worse than sisters?

I would like to rectify my earlier thoughts, I now believe that brothers are in fact much worse than sisters, because I think that if I stay in this tiny, enclosed tin can of a trailer which only has one bathroom with my brother much longer then you're going to catch me on Crime watch.

Why does it take someone this long to do their hair and skincare in the morning? I had banged on the door five times and the little bitch hadn't even responded once,

"Derek! Get the fuck out before I kill you!" I screamed, but shockingly, there was no response and instead I could just hear running water and the sound of bottle caps being opened. "Derek!"

"It's my house, Willa," Finally, he yelled back, anger evident in his snappy tone of voice, "That means I have the luxury of getting ready whenever I want to!"

"But I'm going to be late!" If I had the nerve to be late, I had no doubt that Dr. Bailey would kidnap me and chop me up into small pieces and use my organs in an unauthorised transplant.

"Then go away and get your own house!" How much money did he think I had? I'm a freaking intern for God's sake.

Derek was royally pissing me off now, so I had no excuse but to pull out the big guns, "You're such an asshole! I'm on my period, and need-"

"-Oh my god!" He screamed back, "Shut up! I don't care-"

"-So," I spat, "Unless you want me to get Toxic Shock Syndrome, I suggest that you get the hell out and let me change my tampon!"

Oh wow, see now I completely understand why he needs to spend hours getting ready. The door opened to a livid Derek, one side of his hair hadn't been moussed and looked like some fluffy bird's nest, odd frizzy curls sticking out in contrast to his perfect curls on the rest of his head.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, he just looked so un-derek-like. Violently, he gestured to the now open bathroom and scowled, "Five minutes, and I swear to God, Willa, any longer and I will throw your stuff in the campfire outside."

In response, I just shot him a falsely sweet smile, smugly traipsing into the bathroom which to be fair to him, smelled amazing, I might have to start stealing his hair products.

So I was in complete and pure bliss, that was until I reached for the bin, and there wasn't one, I probably should've foreseen this circumstance but I'll just blame it on Derek anyway, it's like totally whatever,

"Derek!"

What a surprise, he was ignoring me. It took three tries, all increasing in volume and length, until he finally- And very heatedly- asked me what was wrong.

"You don't have a bin," I pointed out, glaring at the empty tile on the floor where a bin would be perfect, "I need a bin!"

I could hear his groan through the door, "This is why it's a woman free zone, you've been here for two weeks and you're already getting on my nerves-"

"-Oh I am so sorry," I scoffed, knowing full well he was angry at me and not my period, "I'll simply tell my ovaries not to release any eggs so that you can live your life in bliss and happiness-"

"Oh come on!" I could just tell his cheeks had gone all red, and his hair would be even more messed up as he would've ran his fingers through it out of stress, "This is not about your period, it's about you!"