MerAdd Oneshots

No eating in my car

Addison Montgomery had been dating one Meredith Grey for several months before allowing herself to truly relax and roll with the punches. She was less intense, less anxious, less stressed. She wasn't worried Meredith would leave her at any given moment, she wasn't worried about being unhappy.

More importantly, she began to reveal parts of herself to Meredith that she'd been apprehensive about letting out beforehand.

On a rare nice day in Seattle, Addison and Meredith decided to go and get some takeout before going to the park to eat at a picnic bench. When said food was inside of Addison's car (she almost never drove, Meredith insisted her New York driving was terrifying) and on Meredith's lap, another quirk of Addison's was revealed.

"No eating in my car" Addison informed Meredith, as she saw a hand snake into the bag out of the corner of her eye "its my only car rule. I don't give a shit what you turn on the radio or if the windows are down or if you touch the glass. But absolutely no eating"

Meredith, who was always late to one thing or another, was a notorious car-eater who devoured countless late meals while still trying to be slightly somewhat on time. She was a pro at it; her second nature. Eating in the car was practically her religion.

"Can I ask why?" Meredith questioned, an eyebrow arched as she retracted her hand from the bag.

"I just don't like it, for numerous reasons really. I could list them but I doubt you could care any less" Addison shrugs, hair blowing with the slight wind let in by the windows.

"Please, elaborate. I'd love to hear this" Meredith crosses her arms, and Addison lets out a huff.

"Its greasy and messy, there's sauce and juice which stains the seats. The smell lingers for hours, sometimes days, and everything smells gross. It gets all over your hands then you touch the door and the console and the dashboard. Everything gets gross fingerprints" Addison explains, almost shuddering just thinking of it.

"Napkins exist for a reason?" Meredith says sarcastically "and most car food is clean anyway, no sauce or juices. And if you eat with the windows down, it doesn't smell" she points out.

"Crumbs" Addison counters "crumbs get between the seats and on the floor, it'll attract bugs if the windows are down"

"A couple of crumbs aren't going to kill anyone" Meredith scoffs "you've let me put my feet on the dash and on the seats, my dirty shoes. How's that any different?"

"I've got wet wipes in the glove compartment to wipe down the dash, and I vacuum the seats. Dirt isn't as hard to get out as sauces and food" in this moment, Meredith realizes just how clean Addison is and just how precise everything was with her.

Shrugging, Meredith sighs. "I won't eat in your car. We'll just take mine whenever we go anywhere, it's no biggie" and really, it wasn't.

If she was never in Addison's car, it couldn't be hard to avoid eating in it.

~

Of course, because luck is nonexistent, Meredith's car broke down three days later.

"It'll take a couple weeks to fix, at least" Meredith sighs after hanging up the phone. The mechanic had called and given her a final verdict on her car and needless to say, it wasn't a good one.

"I'm here most nights anyway. I'll take you to work and back, it's no problem" Addison shrugs. That's just the kind of thing girlfriends do for one another.

"See, Addie, I love you. But I also love eating in the car" Meredith points out "and you don't. So I don't know how this'll work out"

"You've got few options here. Suck it up and don't eat in my car, or take the bus. Your choice, think it over if you want"