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CHAPTER SIX save me. season one, episode eight.
☆ author's note ☆ from here on out everything is completely unedited so keep in mind i wrote all this in like 2021 lmfaoooo
CASSIE OPENED HER DOOR TO THE SMELL OF CUPCAKES. Almost immediately, she knew Izzie that was stress baking; between the distant clanging of kitchen supplies and the fact that Izzie had willingly gotten drunk with her the night before, she figured something was up.
Padding into the kitchen, her pink-fuzzy-sock-clad feet a stark contrast to the very normal outfit she wore, Cassie stopped in the doorway.
"Uh," she said, eyes wide, "Did the Pillsbury Dough Boy explode in here, or something?"
Izzie looks up from the bowl she's violently whisking something in, panting like she's out of breath.
"Eight hours, sixteen ounces of chocolate, and thirty-two cupcakes. And they still don't taste right," Izzie shook her head, glaring at the little balls of sugar.
"No, these are good!" George told her as he stuffed his mouth. "Martha Stewart would be proud. Here, Cassie, try one."
The twenty four year old scrunched up her nose in slight disgust at the amount of sugar. "I think I'm gonna stick to my eggs, thanks though."
"There's something missing," Izzie sighed. "Some specific ingredient. Why can't I remember?"
"Look, just call her. Call your mother and ask."
"I don't want to call my mother."
"My mother is dead," Cassie added nonchalantly, taking a bite of her breakfast.
"Good morning," Derek greeted the group as he came into the kitchen with Meredith. The week prior, they went public with their relationship - albeit unwillingly - and George and Izzie had finally accepted it.
Cassie had tried to convince Derek to tell Meredith about his divorce, since they were getting serious, but he just brushed her off and said he would do it when the time was right.
"Hey, you guys want a cupcake?" George offered. "Izzie made them."
Making the exact same face Cassie had a moment ago, Derek declined. "You know, I like it here," he said to Meredith, grabbing a bowl of cereal and sitting next to his sister. "You said so yourself, you like having your things around, sleeping in your own bed."
