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Meredith Redford ~ General Moodboard.

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Surprise II MeredithxDerek

It couldn't be.

Meredith stared down at the words Derek had sent her, the characteristic cockiness, the casual tone as if it was just another day, just another message between them. But two months had passed since she'd last heard of him. And in two months, a lot had changed.

Still, never being one to back-down from a confrontation, Meredith grabbed her cellphone and marched right out of her house, and headed straight for his. It was far enough away that the car would've been a better option, but she used the time to get her thoughts in order.

- Or so she'd hoped. Truth be told, the walk only ended up riling her all the more so that by the time she'd reached his doorstep, Meredith was just about ready to burst. "DEREK VANDERVILLE!! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BURN IT DOWN MYSELF."

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derek-vanderville replied to your post:what and who is your least fav person

Aww you have a picture of me, is it for your dart board or your shrine?

You disgust me.

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Hangover II MeredithxDerek

She'd woken up with a hangover.

Meredith Redford, who's middle name was practically Control, had woken up with a fucking hangover... How the hell had that happened?

She blamed Stefan.

No, she blamed herself.

Groaning, she got to her feet, inwardly cursing the sunlight which was splitting through her long windows with something of a vengeance this morning. How had things gotten to that point? The reasoning part of her brain seemed to be humming in worry, but she shut it off, determinedly. So what? It was probably for the better. Besides, it's not like anyone would have to chastise her about it. The closest ones would not be there this time. Carter was no longer in her life and Kimberly had her own baggage to deal with right now. And the last conversation she intended to have with Crystal would be about her coping mechanisms. No way, José. 

Besides, if alcohol helped muddy the thoughts in her mind just enough to make them all bearable, perhaps that was a good thing. Something to be grateful for. Better than dealing with them, anyway. Meredith raised the glass of water in a mocking toast to herself before draining it quickly. 

She had places to go and the world would not wait on a hangover.

So she slipped on a fitted top and dark skirt and finished her morning routine, applying her lipstick just so. At least she'd be presenting an impeccable front for the world to see - after all, appearances were all that mattered sometimes. No one bothered to look beyond that.

Slipping on her black-heeled boots, Meredith grabbed her purse before walking out the door. She'd take the long route today. Through the forest. Maybe the hangover would recede by the time she got to work...