A How To Know Guide for Derek Shepherd

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A How To Know Guide for Derek Shepherd: Ways to know if your significant other and best friend are into each other. . . .

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It's a pretty pretty clear indication that your girlfriend and best friend are into each other if they quarrel ... Quarrel? ... Yes, if they quarrel like jealous lovers.

It was a Monday afternoon, and Mondays are usually when the 'Montgomery' in Addison Montgomery, blares out like a rabid beast. Because, you know, it's Monday and nobody in their right mind ever really like Mondays. Nobody. So, like most Mondays, if not all, and that particular Monday, she was in one of her 'moods' when she and Derek met up for coffee after their day at Columbia had ended.

She yelled at the cab driver for stopping at the junction of Amsterdam and 113th Street to let a frumpy old couple - 'freaking Jersey slowpokes' as she so eloquently put it, cross the street.

In Addison's opinion if you can't walk fast enough, then don't walk at all.

Well, he can't really fault her for speaking her mind out loud and unnecessarily so, he must add, because they're in New York City after all.

What's that they say about New Yorkers?

He, also, didn't tell her to calm down because he didn't need to get on her bad side on a Monday.

Tuesdays, maybe. And Wednesdays, definitely. But never Mondays.

He's been there and surprisingly, he survived.

She insulted the barista's deplorable latte-making skills at the cafe, asking him if he'd learnt to make coffee in some sort of penal reformatory institute.

Derek can only hope the guy hadn't spit into their coffees. He did look slightly infectious with the dark circles and waxy veneer.

She glowered at the waitress at the restaurant when she came over to check if there was anything else that they needed. Addison had told her that if there was, she'd be the first to know, but in the meantime and because she'd have better luck there too, she should just return to her regular job of working the streets 42nd and Murray Hill, instead of making googly eyes at her boyfriend.

His eyes grew wide in shock when she said that. And he reddened in embarrassment for Addison's colourful way of words.

What's gotten into his angel who wouldn't hurt a fly?

This - the Montgomery beast, her mood - isn't like her. It's got to be more than just hating Mondays.

Derek, himself, couldn't seem to do or say anything right as well. Addison didn't exactly yell or insult him, that behaviour was only reserved for people she's not quite fond of and besides it wouldn't fit into her picture of how a perfect girlfriend should act, even when piqued. But when Derek asked her how her parents were doing, she thinned her lips. When he told her how pretty she was looking, she only sighed. And when he asked her if she had had a good weekend (he had been in Rochester visiting his grandmother.), she just glared at him and looked as though she wanted to scratch his eyes out.

Derek didn't have a clue what was the matter with her. Obviously something was wrong, but he knew better than to ask what. He'd learn from Mark that you should never ask a woman what's wrong.

They might tell you. And that's just like opening Pandora's box.

He discreetly tried to survey her boobs to see if they were bigger than usual, speculating that raging hormones might be to blame.

Oh god! What if she's pregnant?

Unfortunately, he wasn't discreet enough. She had caught him and crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him from across the table.