Fix You
Chapter Six
The next time you see her it’s two days after the news that they actually had a date. You then decide that it is that exact night that you want to be good and drunk, the last place you thought you’d see her was at the source of your alcohol. She had on an outfit you knew you’d never forget. It was black and dipped in all the right places, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as soon as she crossed her legs, revealing more thigh than she probably intended to. You then realize why she was dressed up to begin with, ‘the date’.
Sighing, you try and maneuver your way past her so that she can’t catch a glimpse of your depressed figure, but freeze as soon as you hear her yell out, “Dr. Stevens!”
“Hey-hey, Dr. Montgomery.” You persist, as you force your voice to sound more enthused than you actually were. You flash an incredibly fake smile as you take a seat next to her.
“You know what the funny thing is? I’m not even all that attracted to him.” She starts, and you find it strange that she saying this but you turn your head anyways so that you can hear the rest.
“I just … I just wanted to be wanted.” The slur in her voice makes it clear that she is very close to being drunk. You stare at her in confusion and then it dawns on you that Alex probably chickened out on the date … either that, or he found a more willing nurse to get into bed with. You can’t help but empathize for her as she continues her speech. “I never felt that way with Derek … or Mark for that matter. I thought I just thought that this time I would be wanted … or needed even, anything other than being cast aside.” For the last part she swept her hand across the bar sloppily to portray how she was feeling meanwhile knocking down someone else’s drink.
“Okay…” You say nervously, “I think it’s time to say goodbye to mister tequila.” You apologize to the man whose drink she spilt, and then take her to a darker part of the bar so that no one else’s drink would be lost.
“And truth be told,” She continues, ignoring what you had said earlier or the fact that you’re leading her away from her drink, “he’s not even the one I’m attracted to.”
You barely registered what she had said until you both are sitting down. “Wait, what?” You ask, and the words rush out of your mouth faster than you had wanted them to.
She shakes her head and motions her finger for you to come closer. You obey, impatiently waiting to hear what she has to say. “I think I’m starting to have feelings for another intern.”
Your eyes widen and for a moment you’re speechless, that is until you find the strange urge to ask, “George?” And you can’t help but display some amount of weirdness on your face as you say his name.
“Hmm not so much.” She says, repeating what you had said the following week when you were in her shoes.
You place a finger to your cheek dramatically as you pretend to think of another name. “I got it, Meredith.”
She cringes her nose slightly, leaving you to think she is even cuter when she’s somewhat intoxicated. “I don’t think so.” She finally answers.
“It wouldn’t be me, would it?” You ask, trying to accumulate an amount of innocence behind your voice, but failing to hide the wicked smile.
“I don’t think so.” She says, a little more confidently than when you did when you were in that position, but somehow you knew that she was lying.
Knowing a way of getting back at her, you quickly tear your attention away to the other end of the bar and sigh. “That’s a shame.”
But instead of gaping at you, she tells you, in a low and throaty voice, “Shut up and kiss me Stevens.”
In that moment you knew, that if you were taking a drink you would have definitely spit it out in shock. Unexpectedly, you feel her hands wraps around your head and pull you in for a fiery kiss. At first you are too dazed to even respond, but soon her tongue is demanding entry into your mouth, which causes you to suddenly snap out of your state of confusion and react against her deprived lips. You move your lips fervently against hers, hoping that she won’t suddenly pull away as you run a hand through the hair that you’ve been thinking about all week.