"Who wants mashed potatoes?!" I asked, carrying a huge bowl into the living room.
"I'm not hungry," George said.
"Hello not hungry, I'm Brandy," I smiled, "Nice to meet you."
"Stop joking around, we put mashed potato mix in the chief's car."
"Only like a half a box, the other three boxes are in this bowl for us to enjoy!" I said, setting the bowl on the coffee table.
"I feel too guilty, those potatoes are mocking me," George said, staring the bowl down.
I rolled my eyes, "Izzie do you want any?"
"No, I'm okay," Izzie replied.
"More for me!" I said, sitting down on the floor and sitting the bowl on my lap, "Do you think theres a record for eating three boxes of mashed potatoes?"
"Doubt it," George said.
"Well I'm about to set it," I said, digging into the potatoes.
"I'll be right back," Meredith said, coming down the stairs, and grabbing her keys off the wall.
"Wur arf goo gooin," I asked, through a mouth full of potatoes.
"What did she say?" Meredith asked.
"I don't know," Izzie said.
"I surd, wur arf goo gooin," I said again with my mouth full.
"I still don't understand Brandy," Meredith said, "You sound like a two year old.
"Where are you going Mer? It's almost 11 o'clock," Izzie said, looking at the clock on the wall.
"Thuts wut I sawd!"
"I'm going to pick up Derek at the hospital, and quit talking with your mouth open."
"Dunt tull me," I paused and swallowed, "What to do."
"I'm going now," Meredith said, and walked out the door.
"Mashed potatoes are fucking great!" I said twirling my spoon in the air and rocking my head back and forth.
"Are you drunk off mashed potatoes?" Izzie asked.
"Drunk in love with mashed potatoes," I said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.
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For A Reason {Mark Sloan} - COMPLETED -
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