Belong

~Six~

  I got out of the car, once I got the car parked.  I grabbed my stuff from the passenger's side, and I walked up the stairs and I saw the door slightly ajar.

  I was paralyzed with cold feeling, goddamn it, not even three days and I'm already roped into trouble.

  I opened the door quietly, stepping in the house.  And there was no sound in the house, except my breathing.

  I glanced upstairs, and decided, maybe, just maybe the door wasn't locked when I left the house in a hurry...again.

  I shrugged off the coat, and hung it on the gold hook on the wall.

  I walked up the stairs and went down to the end of the hall where my bedroom is.  I had to prepare for all the mess that Izzie and George will bring.

  I opened the door, and I screamed.

  There is a man, sleeping on my bed. A fucking man. I was surprised that he didn't wake up from my screaming, my throat was hoarse as soon as I stopped screaming.  How the hell did that guy think it's alright to sleep his ass in my bed. In my house?

  I crept closer to my bed, and the man was sleeping on top of my comforters on his stomach, and I walked around to see his face.

  It's my best friend, George.  I cried in relief, and I lunged at his body, hitting him with all I could muster with, and he groaned, "what the actual fuck is wrong with y..." he trailed off once he saw me, his eyes brightened from his tiredness state.

  "George Scott Rinker!" I all but squealed, and he hugged me, accidentally knocking myself onto the bed in the process.

Wait...he could talk...and he's not in wheelchair.

  "How the hell did you get here?" I demanded.

He groaned, "ughhh, I honestly don't know, and yes, I'm same as you when I found out that I could talk, and not in wheelchair, also you don't even have the cochlear implant," he said in amazed tone.

  He stretched his body, "all I remembered was that you disappeared for two days, we were on a search for hours, and we tried to find any evidence of your disappearance, then I slept, and bam! I'm on this bed, but I thought I woke up to my own bed so I freaked out when it wasn't my bed, so I discovered that I was in Meredith's house, but now yours, I'm so relieved to find you here, alive." He shrugged. That man doesn't do emotions, and when he does, then you better take a good moment to memorize that he did indeed have emotions. He's like me, no emotions, and a bitchy self.

  I sighed. "I thought I was alone. All alone." I smiled through dried tears.

George patted my back, "eh, I somehow always ended up where your bitchiest self is at," he grinned, and I laughed.

"You know, I'm gonna call you Scott because I have a roommate who is soon moving in." I looked at him.

  He groaned, "I totally forgot all about that shit, wait so...everything happened?" He looked with one eye opened. I nodded.

He groaned, and flopped back on the bed.

~-B-~

  After I told what happened, George-Scott is sitting in my kitchen, drinking his tea.

  I heard the door being opened, and voices floats down the hall, "George! Quit blocking my way! I need to find my...phone, goddamn it!" Izzie exclaimed, storming across the hallway. "Sorry!" I heard George yelled after her.

  I turned to Scott with wide eyes, "like I said, everything happened so far..." I trailed off.

  Izzie came into kitchen, "oh!" She said, "I'm sorry I didn't realized you have company," her face became flushed, in embarrassment.