It's Complicated, Okay?

6

AMELIAS POV
I knocked on Derek's door and Meredith opened it. I was still in tears.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I said and walked in.
"Amelia honey what happened?" Meredith said.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I repeated.
"Okay," Meredith said. I walked into the kitchen and Owen was here, sitting with Derek at the table.
"Amy what happened?" Derek said.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I said for a third time tonight.
"Is it Mark?" Derek said, "what'd he do?"
"Okay Derek shut up okay? You were right, maybe Mark and I do just hurt each other Okay? So shut up," I said and stormed out. I ran upstairs into the guest bedroom. I started crying. I laid back on the bed and let the tears fall. I don't know what to do. I love Mark so much, but it's just not working, I'm unhappy, he's unhappy, at the end of the day we're both unhappy. I heard a knock on the door and I sat up as the door opened. It was Owen.
"Hey," I said in a small voice.
"Hey," he said, "I know you said you didn't wanna talk but I'm here if you want to."
"Thanks I appreciate that," I said, "and yeah I need to vent to someone." He smiled and I moved over and sat down next to me.
"It's hard talking to Derek, I mean now I have to give him the satisfaction of him being right. And he doesn't understand, him and Meredith are so perfect for each other," I shrugged.
"You'll find someone Amelia," Owen said reassuringly, "if it's not Mark, then someone else, but you'll find someone who is just as perfect for you as Meredith is for Derek." I sniffled and smiled.
"Thanks," I said.
"Anytime," he shrugged. My phone rang and I looked at it and it was Mark.
"Fuck," I said. I declined and sighed.
"I love him so much," I said.
"I know," Owen said.
"But it's just not working," I frowned, "He's not happy either but we act like we are just to save what we have."
"I think Cristina and I were the same way," he said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Yeah," he said, "we just argued all the time, and we just wanted to save our marriage but it just wasn't working and that took a while to accept."
"I love him," I said crying as my voice broke, "and that won't ever change but he won't ever change and neither will I." Owen frowned and opened his arms for a hug. I wrapped my arms around his back and laid my head on his chest as I felt his arms go around my back.
"It'll all work out okay?" He said.
"I hope," I sighed.
"It will," he said.
"So what's up with you?" I said, "got any work crushes." His face turned kinda red and I chuckled.
"Oooh who is it?" I smiled.
"I'm not telling you," he chuckled.
"What? Why not?" I said.
"Because," he chuckled.
"I just spilt all my feeling out and you're not gonna tell me who you think is hot?" I chuckled.
"Because," he said again.
"Because why?" I laughed and pushed him over. He chuckled and I smiled.
"Can I guess?" I asked.
"You get three guesses," he chuckled.
"April?" I said.
"No," he said.
"Carina," I said.
"No," he said.
"Hm," I said, wanting to guess myself to see if Mark was right but that would make things super awkward if it was me. I mean it definitely wasn't but for the sake of this conversation I played it safe.
"Jo?" I said.
"And no," he chuckled, "better luck next time."
"I hate you," I chuckled. He chuckled and that made me smile.
"Thanks for listening," I said.
"Anytime," he said.
"So you're really not gonna tell me who you like?" I chuckled.
"I'm not," he chuckled.
"Darn," I chuckled.
OWENS POV
I felt so bad. She was hurting so much, and it hurt me to see her like that. She's perfect, absolutely perfect and insanely pretty, and I don't know why Mark treats her like this. She's trying to get out of me who I like and I am not going to tell her it's her. She's so focused on Mark right now and we have such a good friendship that I'm not risking it. And I feel it's wrong to tell her while she's this devastated.
"So," She said quietly.
"So," I said.
"I should call him right? No I shouldn't. I don't know. I need help. Maybe a therapist? A therapist? No what am I saying. I just need him, no I don't, oh my god! I can't get over him what if I literally never get over him or never end it with him and I'm stuck in this constant cycle of unhappiness and sex, but the sex is good, and god you definitely don't care and I'm going to stop talking now," she started rambling. She was so cute.
"It's okay," I chuckled.
"Oh my god I hate it when I do that," she said.
"Do what?" I chuckled.
"Ramble," She said, "I just talk and talk and talk to try to make whatever I'm trying to say make sense but it never does and I always look stupid."
"I think it's cute," I said, taking a risk. Her face turned red and she smiled.
"Really?" She said.
"Yeah," I said.
"You're sweet," She said. I wanted to kiss her but I knew I couldn't. Her phone rang again which interrupted my thoughts and she looked over and I saw that it was Mark. She was silent as she looked at the phone. She let it ring and then looked back at me.
"I need to break up with him," she said and she looked devastated and my heart broke to see such a perfect girl so upset over a stupid boy.