Gretchen P. Grundler

Gretchen Priscilla Grundler 23 Physician Married to Science

[flynntheflirt]

“Alright fine then, i was trying to be a little polite, but since that isn’t a problem for you - then i guess we might have fucked” he snapped back, lashing out in a way he wasn’t used to - mainly because he couldn’t hit a girl. “How are you not in the wrong?” he stared at her, mild disbelief riddled on his face. This girl was insane - he should have expected that though. Damn red-heads. “It’s hardly like i begged you to bring me here, and as i recall “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” came out of your lips last night”

He ran his hands through his hair again, trying to piece together the mess he’d gotten himself into this time. Shit would hit the fan, and to top it off she was particularly stubborn and starting to annoy him.

“Yeah a real good friend - making a move on a guy her best friend is keen on. Do you even hear yourself? That’s really messed up. I’m a fuck up and i do bad things that hurt people, but at least i’m honest about it. To others and myself” He got up and followed her to the kitchen, venom and bile still in the back of his mouth. “And will you please tell me who the bloody hell Theodore is”

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen arched a brow at the tone of his voice. Usually, from what she could tell, he didn’t let his emotions get the better of him. At least not in front of other people. So his aggressive tone piqued her interest. She laughed then, rolling her eyes at his defense. “Yes, and that’s where you’re supposed to say ‘actually, it could’ and then walk away. A good boyfriend would have. Someone she deserves would have. It’s not my fault you’re just as horrible as the rest of them.” 

She pulled some eggs and bacon from the fridge and started cooking up enough breakfast for the both of them, not really caring if he didn’t want any. She’d probably eat it if he didn’t. “Yes, well, it’s not the first time I’ve done it. She gets mad and then we make up and it’s better. I do it for her own good. If she still cares enough about you after learning you’d sleep with another girl then that’s her prerogative, but at least she knows the truth.” She paused for a moment and pulled out some orange juice and poured them both a glass, setting his down near him. “And, for the record, I don’t sleep with them. Usually I’m not that drunk either. I don’t approve of drinking. But I knew that if I was going to have to flirt with a sleazeball, I would need to have a few to drink before.” 

Gretchen made a face before turning back to the task at hand. She didn’t really want to talk about TJ, but he deserved to know, even if he wasn’t the best person for her best friend. “TJ is Spinelli’s best friend. He’s one of our group. And he’s head over heels for Spinelli and she’s in love with him, but they’re too stupid to see it,” she grated out, taking out her frustrations on the eggs in the skillet. “If you ask Spin about him, she’ll brush it off like she’s just angry at him, but she’s most angry at him, and you can see it in her eyes how much pain she’s in when he’s brought up.” She paused and pulled out plates for their eggs and bacon. “Breakfast is almost ready. How much bacon do you want?”

[daydreamprince]

Florian glanced at the paper and the comic book and chuckled softly. “Yeah, probably not. I’m just such a workaholic that I try to do only work here in my office, but since this comic book had ended up in here I kinda had a huge urge of read it.” He turned his attention on Gretchen as his smile grew a bit. “But you  shouldn’t throw your phone at the wall, someday you might not be able to get a new one anymore.”

[gretchen-p]

“If you work yourself too hard, your hair will turn gray faster and you’ll get wrinkles. And then everyone will be thinking you’re fifty when really you’re like thirty.” Sure she was exaggerating a bit, but she knew the effect working too hard could have on people. She laughed a little and shrugged a shoulder, finding herself a place to sit. “You’re probably right. And if that day comes, I guess people will just have to find me the old fashioned way.”

[elsadell]

“I might join you in exploiting them one day…when I’m a bit more in control. It’ll be less dangerous for all of us then,” she offered a weak smile. “I think it’s good that you’re using what you’ve got though.”

[gretchen-p]

“You know, from a professional standpoint, I think a lot of it is just in your head. I think you’ve got a lot more control on it than you think and your fear of mucking up is what’s keeping you from reaching your full potential.” She paused a beat. “And having fun with it.”

[friendshipisforever-tod]

Tod laughed at her, shaking his head a little bit and leaning against the edge of the pool. He was just in there to cool down, so far, he didn’t really feel the need to do anything but just sit there in the water. “This is a good place to come to then.” He teased, shrugging. “I don’t come here often, I guess. Vixey’s been busy so there hasn’t been much for me to do.” He’d been painting quite a lot though, which was nice. “I’m Tod.”

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen felt a blush spread across her face before she shook it off. She really needed to get her head on straight. She held onto the edge of the pool not far from him and lazily kicked her legs under the water as he spoke. “Vixey? Is she your boss or something?” Why were there so many new people around here? It was like she’d never catch up. “I’m Gretchen. It’s a pleasure to meet you Tod. What is it you do around here?”

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen made her way to Spinelli’s apartment and knocked on the door rather forcefully. She’d hoped that some time would help it all blow over, but she was still getting radio silence from her best friend. At least she came bearing gifts. In the week or so it had been since the discovery of the truth, she’d gotten something special worked out for Spinelli, something Gretchen hoped would keep her friend from being violent with her. The other gift was in her hand, a small thumbdrive that was close to being crushed in her fist if she clutched it any tighter. Waiting for Spinelli to open the door was like arriving at the circus all over again. Except this time she knew there would be anger. And Flynn wasn’t there to hide the kitchen knives or the toaster.

[daydreamprince]

Florian was laying n the couch of his office reading some papers, that actually were hiding the comic book he was truly reading, but once he heard someone stepping in he sat up quickly. “I wasn’t reading a com-.. I mean, I was just reading these work papers.. How may I help you?”

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen laughed lightly at his obvious cover-up. “You know it’s okay to not always be on your A-game if there’s not a lot of work to be done. When I don’t have patients or rounds or charts to do, I’m busy playing flappy bird and throwing my phone at the wall. I should just delete it, but then  can’t get it back.”

[gretchen-p]

“Oh my, freezing their dicks off? I feel like that’d get them to back off,” she laughed. “It’s not that strange, I just…I’ve done my best to avoid situations like this my whole life, so it’s not like me to go and use these men.”

Gretchen smiled and nodded her understanding. “Well, I suppose there’s a first for everything. I’m learning that it’s okay to use your femininity and womanly charms to get what you want as long as you don’t abuse the power. But hey, cheers to you if you decide against it, it’s not like I’m in a place to judge.”

[gretchen-p]

“Today’s definitely a pool kinda day.” Tod said and stretched out his arms. The twenty year old tossed his shirt over to where his towel was as well, before jumping into the water and looking back over at the other. “Are you gonna come in or just stand there watching?” 

Gretchen had just been about to walk in when the man beside her jumped into the water. She had watched shamelessly as he took his shirt off and threw it to the side. “Uh...well, I mean, I was just enjoying the view, but yeah. I did come here to swim,” she babbled. She nodded her head once and slid into the water without a splash, the cold water washing over her skin and making her shiver. “Haven’t seen you around before.”

[gretchen-p]

We Didn’t Do It || Self-Para

Gretchen sat with her head in her hands after Flynn left her apartment. Her phone was on the table, looking thrown there haphazardly amongst all the other papers and books. She couldn’t even imagine how things got so messy. Sleeping with Flynn was literally the last thing she ever wanted to do, and she knew it was only a matter of time before everyone and their dog knew what happened. Spinelli was amazingly angry at her, she’d never seen her best friend this angry. 

She needed to talk about all of this, so she stood from the couch and made her way across the room to her open laptop on the desk. She pulled up the webcam and what she saw made her heart stop beating. There, at the top of the screen was the little red dot, the dot that told her the computer was still recording. “Did I not turn this off?” she asked herself as she hit the button to stop the recording. It was an agonizingly painful wait as the video loaded into the folder. Gretchen reached over to snatch the remote off the shelf and click on her music while she waited, setting the remote beside her computer and clicking her nails on the desktop impatiently. There was hours upon hours of recorded data that she was saving.

With a heavy sigh, she made her way over to the kitchen to cook up some lunch. Only half of the fixeo had been saved yet, and she was too impatient to just sit there and wait. She hummed and sang to the music as she cooked, trying to not let it get to her. Just as she was putting the top slice of bread on her sandwich, her computer dinged with the notification that told her the video was ready to be watched. Gretchen ran to the desk again, sandwich in hand, tripping and jumping over obstacles on the way. When she reached the chair, she fell into it ungracefully, cursing the pain in her foot after stubbing her toe on the leg of the coffee table. She clicked open the video and started watching it. It started with her last video diary entry, before she went to the bar, and she fast forwarded through it. Then two hours of nothing while she was out drinking. 

As she fast forwarded through the empty room, she sat up once the front door opened and she and Flynn stumbled in. Her expression twisted into a cringe when she saw how messed up they were. Alcohol was awful. Gretchen put the video back at normal speed and watched with bated breath as she and Flynn laughed and drank more. “God, I am awful at flirting,” she muttered, her lips pulled into a frown, “and he’s really stupid when he’s drunk.” There was the wine all over the place, quickly followed by the water...and then they collapsed on the couch.

Nothing. There was nothing after that. She sat up and a smile tugged at her lips as realisation started to dawn on her. They hadn’t done anything but passed out once they got back. Before she could get too excited, though, she fast forwarded through the next seven hours just to make sure nothing happened in the middle of the night. Nothing more than just the normal shifting during sleep. And then their entire conversation after they woke up. 

They never slept together. Nothing happened after they got back to the apartment.

Gretchen jumped up from her seat and ignored the pain in her foot in favor of jumping around the room in excitement. She must have danced for ten minutes before falling back into the seat with a grin on her face, staring at her face on the laptop. Nothing had happened. She was about to get up and go run straight for Spinelli, when she realized maybe she’d enjoy a peace offering first. 

[gretchen-p]

deputyxwoody:

Her question seemed to throw him off a little bit. He was used to be asked if he was happy to be here, but not so much if there was some place he would rather be. Thinking about it, he shrugged his shoulders a little bit before looking back to the girl. “In all honesty, I have no idea.” he told her. “Some people would want to go back home, but I don’t really. Although, I certainly don’t plan to stay here for the rest of my life.” 

Gretchen watched him with interest as he mulled over her question. She wondered if he had ever thought about what he would want to do, who he would want to be, where he wanted to go. She thought about it all the time. “So would you want to travel then? Go new places meet new people? Until you find where you wanna be, I mean.”

[gretchen-p]

taran-cecil:

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you guys had a plan for it. I couldn’t imagine if she really would have been throwing toasters at people.” He laughed, shaking his head a little bit. Taran shrugged his shoulders at her questions a little bit. “At this moment, I’m not sure. I mean, I will probably do my best to keep my promise to my grandfather and return home, but at that point in time I might want to stay here.” He smiled. “I think I will just have to play it by ear.”  

Gretchen smiled and nodded her head in agreement. She listened to his answers and made a soft thinking sound. “Do you want to stay here, though? Do you have a preference one way or another? I find it hard to believe anyone could be completely impartial until the last moment like that.”

[gretchen-p]

elsadell:

“Well that seems like a good idea, but I’d be afraid they’d come back the next day and want something in return. Plus, I guess I’m too nice…not that I’m saying you’re not nice, of course.”

“If they do, you just slam the door in their face. Or you have it easy, just threaten to freeze their baby-makers and you’ll be perfectly in the clear.” Gretchen laughed and shook her head. “No, I know that's not what you meant, I’m not offended. Besides, I know I can have a strange outlook on people and the world. Not everyone agrees with me.”

[gretchen-p]

flynntheflirt:

Flynn couldn’t believe this was happening - slowly he started to try and pull himself together, washing his face in the kitchen sink and trying to keep calm. He had fucked it all up, he’d ruined his  … well, whatever he had going with Spinelli and now he was going to have to face this - and he knew it would not end well for him, or for anyone. Maybe she’d forgive Gretchen, but he didn’t really know much about how girls worked when it came to other girls. But he knew one thing for sure - he felt like crap.

When Gretchen came out he stared at her “Me? How is this on me? It takes two to tango and uhm . .. well … i think we tangoed” he groaned and ran his hands threw his hair “You’re telling me you don’t remember anything from last night? Because i remember you pulling me back here and that’s about it.” the smell of wine hit his nose as he sat on the couch “Oh, yeah, and that bottle” he grimaced “That’s my bad. Sorry” 

“Woah woah woah - the rest of them?” he took mild offence, but only mild because he knew in his heart of hearts that she was probably right. “Wait, who’s Theodore?”

Gretchen couldn’t help but make a face of disgust, and she nearly gagged at the thohught of sleeping with him. Of course she wouldn’t have been nearly as put off if he hadn’t been dating Spinelli. She’d been responsible for so many years now, and after a little too much wine, she was a goner and lost all of that responsibility. She was disgusted with herself too. 

“Please don’t ever say we ‘tangoed’ ever again. You’re the one who’s dating someone. Or whatever. I’m not, so I’m hardly at fault for this.” Of course she thought she was in the clear. Technically she didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe in the world of girl code. Gretchen shook her head. “I remember you and me in the bar and heading back here and everything starts to get fuxxy after that. I remember some flashes, but that’s it.” She groaned and picked up her shirt to throw it into the hamper just inside her bedroom. 

“You must not be very graceful if you got that much wine on me,” she muttered before turning back to him. “Yes, just like the rest of them. Spinelli puts herself through pain and agony dating men like you, so I take it upon myself to see if they’re worthy of her time.” She paused a beat. “You failed,” she said with finality and moved into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. “Do you want some breakfast? You should eat something before you go over there. Help soak up any remaining alcohol in your body.”

[gretchen-p]

[gretchen-p]

flynntheflirt:

BLACKOUT

Flynn groaned as he started to wake up - face first in the couch. The only thing was - this wasn’t his couch, and the warm body next to his was not Spinelli’s. It was Gretchen. His eyes snapped open, his mouth went dry and for the first time in his life he was not pleased to be waking up next to a mostly-naked beautiful woman “GRETCHEN?!” he pushed himself up and fell of the couch, landing with a large and ungraceful thud on the floor, his butt already hurting “What the hell am i doing here?! What the hell are you doing here .  . . like that?!” he motioned to her body which wasn’t very clad “Where the hell am i?!” he looked around and summed up that this was Gretchen’s apartment and from the bottle of wine and the tossed-aside clothes he was starting to paint a very clear image in his mind. And Spinelli was going to kill both of them

“Gretch, tell me you remember last night” he said gravely after a moment

Gretchen had woken up before Flynn, but she was in no state to move yet. Her head ached something awful, her muscles were tense, her skin felt sticky, what had happened? She was trying to get her bearings on everything, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was still in her apartment. Just then, she could feel the man beside her stir, and she sat up as he rolled off the couch. The expression on her face was nothing less than unimpressed as she looked down at him. As she woke up fully, she really just how much they fucked up and realization dawned on her face, a flash of panic in her eyes. “No. No I don’t. Did we..shit.. Spinelli is going to murder us.” Mostly her. Or him. No, mostly her. She’d done this before, but never to this degree. She was royally screwed, even if she did think she was in the right. Kinda. 

“Pull your shit together, Flynn, I’ll be right back, I feel disgusting.” She jumped up and ran into the bathroom to clean off whatever was on her skin and pulled a bathrobe around her. She clutched at her phone and thought for a minute. She needed to text Spinelli, so she did so quickly and went back into the living room. “If Spinelli kills me, this is on you. You’re just as bad as the rest of them.” She threw herself into the armchair as she spoke. “If only Theodore were here,” she muttered in frustration.

[gretchen-p]

Text -> Spin

Spinelli: Maybe sorry for having to snog and possibly fucking the guy you are going on a date with? Sorry for doing this to every fucking guy you get with, especially when you REALLY like this one?

Spinelli: no wonder i have issues, always being in your fucking shadow.

Spinelli: YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO FIGURE THAT OUT! It was for me to see! and we arent even techinically together, so you just went and got with him when we aren't even official. congratu-fucking-lations. and don't you even dare bring him up, he fucked off just like the rest of you and he never even liked me. go. fuck. yourself. you. skank. i'm done

Gretchen: You are not in my shadow. Who out of the two of us has had relationships? Who makes friends easier? Not me. I scare everyone off with my stupid brain. At least people can relate to you. All I have going for me is my smarts.

Gretchen: Of course I brought him up. You're blind if you think your feelings are one sided. Seriously, Spin.

Gretchen: Spinelli answer me

Gretchen: God dammit quit being a brat

Gretchen: I'm sorry. That was rude

[gretchen-p]

Text -> Spin

Spinelli: how the fuck could you do that to me gretchen!? you can't even say sorry, you can't even be fucking NORMAL about anything!

Spinelli: you are a fucking heartless nasty two timing betraying bitch, like you always were

Spinelli: i can NEVER be happy when you fucking show up! you have to do your stupid littl tests and fuck up everything! no wonder i can never keep a guy, you swan in and ruin everything. i hate you i fucking hate you so much just fuck off and never speak to me again okay?

Spinelli: if i see your face you'll be sewing up your own wounds for once

Gretchen: Sorry? If he just goes in for the kill with any girl willing to give it to him, you expect me to say sorry? At least I was able call him out on his bullshit before you two got serious.

Gretchen: Do you honestly think you could be happy with a guy just as bad as your other exes?

Gretchen: I wouldn't have to test Theodore.