grey’s anatomy feminist moments: addison montgomery · wishin’ and hopin’
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grey’s anatomy feminist moments: addison montgomery · wishin’ and hopin’
“I would’ve been right there with you. “ She shook her head, “i just wonder where Sonny plans on taking us now.”
“Hopefully nowhere that involves sleeping in the outdoors or in a creepy motel. I’ve had enough of both in the last two stops, and I could really use a soft pillow and a decent shower at this point.”
“I’m not exactly sure where this is from, but I like it. If it’s yours tell me or finders keepers, baby.” she said as she held up a heart-shaped stoned which was a pinkish gray color.
“Huh, that’s interesting.” Julie stated, her the corners of her lips tugging downward to express her intrigue at Hana’s discovery. “It’s not mine, but I’m very tempted to say that it is so we could at least share it.”
“What are you talking about? I loved Utah and camping and I think we should do it everywhere we go.” Her eyes widened at the thought of camping at every stop and she shuddered. “Okay that was totally miserable and I hate you for making me think we were going to die. It wasn’t very cousinly of you.”
“Does it help if I was convinced we were going to die?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “I had to share the feelings of despair with someone, Nat! It’s not my fault serial killers just seem to love Utah.”
“Do you think that you could maybe not sit there? I mean there’s a million other places you could sit and you chose the one right next to me.”
“Are you still mad at me for telling you about the ‘evil Utah people’ article I found while we were camping? We didn’t die... so... there’s something. Although, death might have been better than the coffee.”
I don’t know about you, but I am so glad to be done with that horrible camping trip. I have mosquito bites in places I didn’t want them.
“I know, right? Any longer and I would have been tempted to drive the bus away myself.”
Hana put her hand on Julie’s arm. “Julie, we have to get an escape plan. I’m gonna sneak you out.” she said. “But don’t worry. No one but Hana Lee can cancel a Hana Lee party.” she smirked. “And if I am to do so, I’d be doing it for my best friend. And I’d do it. Fuck anyone who has a problem with it.”
Julie smiled, comforted by Hana’s words. They had always been close, but sometimes, even still, the lengths that they were both willing to go for each other surprised her. Her mother had taught her that letting anyone too close only spelled trouble, yet she couldn’t foresee Hana and her being anything but friends. “Don’t make me want to hug you like they do in those cheesy movies,” she teased. “Honestly, you won’t have to cancel though. I’m going to be there. We’re making this happen, Han... I was talking to Ash and he would definitely help us figure something out.”
“Are you telling me you don’t enjoy saying catchy slogans?” Holly laughed, “I’m sure it’ll be great when you do it though.”
“Well... okay, maybe. But character exploration is so much more fun! Who knows though. Maybe when I make it big I’ll look back on the commercials and wish I were still doing them.” She laughed, “Thank you. I’m forcing you all to coming along.”
“The nacho bar is the whole point. You’re not thinking about this, Julie. Nachos are so important. Fuck I’m hungry, wanna go to Taco Bell?”
“But then you’re missing things like the duck à l'orange and that’s so good. But yeah, I could really go for a burrito right now... would you have those at your wedding too? As that might be enough to coax me into coming.”
Julie was being considerate of his current, or ongoing really, situation, and while Wyatt really appreciated it, there wasn’t much to address there. In fact, he’d rather let it pass than speak out the ‘things that were going on’ for him. After talking about it so much, or thinking mostly, it left a terrible aftertaste. He simply nodded, acknowledging her pity. “Alright, not cherry, then. Anything but cherry. Got it.” He wouldn’t know what else to pick, so, cherry it was. “And I could always chauffeur your Mercedes if you ever need someone to drive you around,” he hinted, obviously quipping. “Just putting it out there.”
“Yes, anything but cherry would be amazing,” she affirmed, only stopping her submission when he mentioned chauffeuring her potential car around. Julie had always been rather possessive about her things, she could only imagine that this would be heightened when (and if) her Mercedes came into her life. “No,” she stated flatly, before correcting herself. “I mean, it’s kinda unlikely that I’ll leave it alone when I get my license anyway.”
“If I threw a party and the cops ended up coming I am like ninety-eight percent sure my dad would kill me. And if said party ended up trashing the house he’d probably put me on house arrest until I got everything cleaned up and repaired.”
“Yeah... my dad’s pretty pedantic about his golf trophies. I think if anything happened to them while I threw a party I would probably be banished to my mom’s forever. That’s why I always keep them behind a locked door — I honestly wouldn’t know what to do if the cops showed up, though...”
“That’d be cute. Do you think all the secretive places hurt the most though?” She wondered, “I’m no tattoo expert, obviously. But it’s just a thought.”
She contemplated it for a moment, pursing her lips, “I’m going to guess that yes, yes it would. But then according to carpe diem I shouldn’t allow a moment’s pain to hinder a really good looking tattoo, right?”
“I don’t write poems,” he replied, giving a casual shrug that he hoped would make it less obvious that he was lying. Writing poems if you were a sixteen year old boy in junior high wasn’t considered cool by any means, that much he knew.
“Ah, you don’t?” She raised an eyebrow in response to him, briefly humming. “What a shame. I bet you Hana would kill for a sonnet,” she paused, “How about a ballad? Or would that still be poetry?”