Meredith's POV.
Alex and Derek have been getting along better. I still don't feel comfortable enough to speak about My family, but Alex and Jo promised to try to not mention anything.
They've got it easy. Both of them had such similar childhoods, they didn't have to worry about the others reaction. We all knew everything about each-other, so there was nothing for them to be nervous about. On the other hand, I have never involved myself with anyone in our group, besides that very drunk night with Cristina.
I want to tell Derek, because my friends shouldn't have to try to hide stuff. We should be honest with each other. I just don't know how to go about it.
"Maybe take him somewhere secluded and just spill?" Jo speaks up, responding to the dilemma I shared with her.
"But what if he's disgusted by me or something?" I nervously chew my lip, waiting for her response.
"Meredith. He won't be disgusted. What happened to you is not your own doing. And plus, he doesn't seem like the guy to respond that way." She reassures me, sending a soft smile my way.
"If he does, I'll beat his ass." Alex grunts, entering the room.
"Crap." I groan, flopping onto my bed. He's going to be here in 20 minutes and I still need to change. I've settled on taking him to the beach. That's romantic for a 6 month anniversary, right?
"You'll be fine, where this." Jo throws me a white crop top and black shorts. Cold. It is going to be cold.
"You want me to freeze to death?" I glare at her, earning a chuckle from Alex.
"Beauty is pain, my friend. Beauty is pain." She sighs, shoving me into the bathroom. After a minute or two, I exit the bathroom, looking perfect, minus the mess on my head.
"Come, sit." Jo orders, gesturing towards a chair by my mirror. She has a curling iron plugged in and a freaked looking Alex eyeing it suspiciously.
"What is that thing?" Alex whispers, moving to touch the burning tip.
"NO!" Jo and I both slap his hand away coinsidedly.
He hissed back, cradling his hand on his chest, rather, dramatically."Gee, what's the big deal?" He scowls.
"This is hot, you idiot." Jo giggles, wrapping my hair around the iron tip.
"Whatever." He mumbles, exiting my room.
•••Derek's POV.•••
It's our 6 month anniversary today. I'm excited. Meredith got to pick our schedule for the date, which is quite daunting. I'm not sure what we'll do.
Soon enough, I'm at her doorstep, face to face with Alex. He looks slightly upset as he moves out of the doorway, letting me in. Immediately as I step inside, I'm met with the smell of Meredith. God, that flower scent is just mesmerizing.
"McDreamy's here!" Alex calls upstairs, leaving me alone. McDreamy? Just as I'm about to further speculate the name, I'm pulled from my thoughts at the sight of Meredith walking down the stairs.
"You look beautiful." I kiss her cheek, making sure to take in her full appearance. She's wearing very short, shorts, along with a white crop, and wavy hair. I've never seen her hair done like this before. It's gorgeous-she's gorgeous.
"You do too." She blushes, taking my hand and bidding a goodbye to Alex, who is more interested in the TV.
"I look beautiful?" I tease, opening the door for her.
"Always." She giggles, walking past me and hopping into my Porsche. The drivers side, to be exact.
"You're not driving." I state, walking to her side. It's obvious she didn't take my statement to heart, as she continues fixing my seat to let her small form reach the pedals.
"Yes I am." She huffs, closing the door and rolling down the window, resting her palm open, asking for the keys.
"No." I pout, hoping for her to give in.
"You don't even know where we're going." She scowls at me, making me smile against my own will.
"Fine, but don't crash." I fold, dropping my keys in her tiny palm.
"Of course not." She sends an innocent smirk my way. This woman is going to be the death of me.
•••
About 15 minutes later, we pull into a bowling alley. This definitely wasn't what I was expecting from her, but I suppose I'm open to new things.
"Ready?" She grins at me, unbuckling her seatbelt and shutting off the car.
"Definitely." I match her look, excited to start our day. We had to wait about 15 minutes until we got a row, Meredith was complaining the whole time, like a 5 year old at the grocery store. Now, we're finally heading to our row, Meredith pulling me by the hand the entire way.
Once we've got our shoes on, Meredith heads to the small tablet looking device on the table. Whatever she's doing on the device, it's making her frustrated. A frown line is forming on her forehead.
"Got it!" She jumps up, sitting next to me. She orders me to smile and kisses my jaw, the screen flashing as she takes a picture.
"What was that for?" I rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the momentary blindness.
"We have to have profile pictures." She states matter-of-factly. Next, she wraps my arms around her form and orders me to kiss her cheek. I roll my eyes in protest, but she doesn't give in, so I do. She looks down at the image like she's disgusted and presses the big X, removing the picture.
"Why'd you delete it?" I stare at her, confused. The picture looked fine to me.
"It wasn't good enough. Now, pose." She orders, throwing her arm around my neck and so I do the same. Our foreheads touch and she snaps the picture. She seems satisfied, as she stands and clicks on the screen.
The TV above our row lights up, showing the two images and our clear scores underneath. Meredith looks exited as she picks up a huge metallic looking ball and tosses it down the row, knocking over half the pins and repeating the process again.
When is my turn, I walk over to the container of balls and pick my poison. There are so many choices in color and size, but I decide on the biggest ball, the indigo colored one. My favorite shade. I turn to the row and pull my arm back, locking eyes with Meredith.
"What are you doing?!" She shrieks, jumping from her seat and removing the ball from my hand. I'm confused. What did I do wrong?
"I-" I try to speak, but she interrupts me in a scolding manner.
"Unless You're interested in pulling your shoulder from its socket, never hold the ball like that. Your fingers can't be that far in or you'll get stuck." She states, moving my fingers to fit how it's supposed to be held. It's definitely more comfortable, I'll give her that.
"Can I go now?" I tease her, softly elbowing her to show I'm messing around. She nods and I pull my arm back, letting the ball fly from my grasp and roll down the row, knocking down every pin. A big "Strike" flashes on the TV and Meredith scowls at me.