CODING ━ grey's anatomy

chapter three

(Okay, so, Cassie had been awake for less than a minute, and she already kind of wanted to kill herself.)

With no other choice, she looked at Izzie.

"If I let you use my closet, will you be quiet?"

"Yes."

Cassie sighed. "Left corner is yours."

"Thanks—wait, only the corner?"

"Ugh! Just put your clothes somewhere else!" George suggested—well, shouted—as he quickly ran into the bathroom to spit into the sink. Cassie followed him, impatiently waiting for him to leave so that she could pee.

"Everywhere else is filled with Meredith's mom's boxes," Izzie argued, despite promising to shut up mere seconds prior. "Meredith? When is your mom coming back to town anyway? Because maybe we can put her boxes in storage or unpack a few things, make this place a little more homey. Maybe some throw pillows and lamps, a few paintings."

"Oh, paintings would be nice," George mused, leaving the bathroom with toothpaste still on his cheek.

"Yeah! You have all this amazing stuff just packed away. In the back hall, I found this box with like a hundred tapes of your mother performing these amazing medical procedures." 

"Really? We should watch them."

"Meredith, you want to watch—"

As the two spoke, seemingly forgetting the arguement they were currently in the midst of, Meredith had shimmied her way past them and joined Cassie in the bathroom, when she promptly slammed the door in their faces.

Cassie, who'd quickly given up and decided to just pee with the door open, smiled at her from the toilet.

She didn't say anything, partially because she was peeing and partially because she simply didn't have the energy, and Meredith seemed to appreciate the silence.

The blonde slowly leaned back against the door, sliding to the ground with a cup of hot coffee in her hand that Cassie hadn't noticed her grab. She shut her eyes, half-asleep for several minutes while Cassie cleaned up and brushed her teeth.

After finishing getting ready in record time, she glanced at her through the mirror.

"Want some privacy?"

Meredith sighed longingly, "I wish they were more like you."

Grinning, Cassie turned around, leaning back against the sink. "When we can finally afford this place alone, we're so kicking them out."

"Trust me, you got a deal."

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"I know they're my friends, but Jesus Christ."

Derek actually laughed at Cassie's misery.

They stood at the edge of the parking lot, waiting to cross the busy street. In an attempt to get some brief peace, Cassie had driven herself; the last thing she needed was to be stuck with Izzie and George in yet another enclosed space.