𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter fifty three━have you seen me lately? & if only you were so lonely season eight, episode fifteen & sixteen
❝i promise i won't miraculously get lost and end up on the other side of the country.❞
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NEARLY THREE WEEKS UNTIL TRENT & APRIL'S WEDDING ( thursday 23rd february 2012 ) ⠀
"I can't believe you're leavingme here, in this house, with a married couple, their baby, and my ex-girlfriend." Alex frowned, disappointedly at the brunette who was packing away her clothes into a cardboard box.
The Karev man wasn't helping in a form of protest. Instead, he was sneaking things out of their rightful boxes and placing them around the bedroom when he could be bothered to move away from where he was sat on Aliya's stripped bed.
However, it wasn't exactly her bed anymore, seeing as she was in the process of moving all of her stuff out of Meredith's house and into her own home.
"I'm only moving twenty minutes away." Aliya chuckled, folding up a red sweater and slipping it into the cardboard box, not even noticing the blue one she packed earlier was now on the floor. "You can't get rid of me that easily. And besides, it's a six bedroom house. What are Jackson and I gonna do with six bedrooms?"
Alex let out an evil laugh, and Aliya really wished she had never asked that question because she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Christen them."
"Oh," Aliya snorted, reaching into her closet for another shirt to fold up. "We've already done that."
"Ugh!" Alex covered his ears, flying back onto the bare mattress with a screwed up. "You're like my little sister, I don't want to hear about you and Avery going at it like—"
"As a matter of fact, I'm only a year younger than you old man." The brunette pointed out, spotting the blue sweater on the floor at last and rounding the bed frame to retrieve it. "And, quit chucking my stuff on the floor. You think I can't see you but I've got eyes in the back of my head."
Aliya winced, her head pounding like it had been doing for the past two weeks.
"You okay?" Alex raised a brow, noticing the shift in Aliya.
She nodded her head, folding up the sweater and putting it back in its rightful place. "Yeah, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? I get to have my coffee each morning on my porch overlooking a lake, how perfect is that?"
