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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞

not much had happened at the hospital, olivia had mostly been ignoring alex and staying away from izzie. her brother called her and the two caught up for hours before liv had to end the call and get ready for work.

and that's where she was now, at the hospital, stood between meredith and cristina (and sadly izzie) as they all looked up at the OR board.

"derek's camping. taking time getting space." meredith spoke up, liv looked at the woman and raised a brow not knowing derek went camping.

"preston's do not go into the woods. a guy named preston is gonna get his ass kicked by a squirrel." cristina scoffed.

"hey," olivia perked up, "don't underestimate squirrels. they're vicious little bastards. i had one bite me once." the girl frowned at the memory. meredith chuckled from her place next to the short blonde.

"basically a slumber party. they do it outside, we do it inside. that's really the only difference." izzie mused.

all of a sudden, mark came out of no where and faced the four interns. "you seen what's his face?" he probed, eyes flickering to olivia for a second. the girl sent him a small, amused smile at his name for who she assumed was alex.

"alex karev?" izzie sarcastically corrected.

"poor bastard gets a thrill out of tagging along after me." the man cockily smirked, eyes finally tearing away from the pretty girl in front of him.

"he's camping." meredith informed, eyes not looking at the man.

"well in that case, how'd you two like to get a thrill out of tagging along after me?" the man smirked, eyes glancing between meredith and olivia.

"dr bailey makes the assignments." meredith nodded, trying to get out of it.

"dr bailey says it's fine." said woman appeared from around the corner and agreed.

the four interns all looked at their resident and the woman flicked her eyes between the two blondes, "go." she nodded and the two followed after dr sloan.

the three got into an elevator and mark stood between the two woman with his arms folded over his chest. as he stood there, he felt himself shifting a little closer to the shorter, younger blonde.

"ok, before you start, there are rules to this friendship thing or whatever." meredith began, quickly being cut off by a confused mark.

"the dirty mistresses club has rules?" the man probed, "gosh you'd think a bunch of dirty mistresses would be a little less uptight about things like rules." the man smirked.

"number one." meredith began, olivia looked around marks frame, an amused smile on her face. "no flirting. second, no talking about derek. and c, no giving me the face."