I first saw him at a workshop in New York.

He didn't catch my eye at first, but I decided that he was cute, and having someone like him care for me would be flattering, so I decided to be nice to him. There were around twenty people the workshop. Half were incredibly rude, all knew each other, and had gone to prestigious universities. The other half were smart, not as smart, but hardworking and caring and funny.

It split us into two groups. Them, the geniuses, and us the semi-geniuses I realized that the guy, who called himself George, happened to be a lot nicer than I anticipated. There were uncountable times where I remember purposely sitting by him so I'd smile more, or when he'd sit by me. He had an amazing smile and he'd tease me in the perfect moments. Enough to let me know he cared enough to tease, but little enough so he wasn't mean.

Even though my best friend was sitting beside me all the time, he didn't fail to send extremely subtle hints to me.

I would send them back.

They weren't obvious, like telling each other we were attractive or touching each other, but we noticed them. George would sometimes look at me and we would meet each other's gaze for a bit, until we had to actually focus on medicine. Sometimes instead of waiting for each other to come back after getting something, he'd run after me. They weren't obvious, but most guys didn't do things like that. He didn't do it to anyone else either.

Although the workshop had lasted only three days, our half grew close as a bunch of strangers could get in a few days, and we had each other's numbers. The last conversation George and I had was tragic.

"I love rain." He said, looking over at me as we walked over to the bus stop to go to the hotels. "That's why I'm moving to Seattle."

"Wait what?" I asked. My internship was going to be at Seattle. "I'm going there for my internship."

"I am too!" He cries.

Excitement filled my chest as I realized that we were going to be in the same residency program. He was definitely smart enough. I could see ourselves dating, having a future together. We could have it all if we knew each other more.

"Mercy West right? I can't believe we'll be in the same program, I'm so excited. At first I was really nervous because Dawn wasn't going to be in the same one but now I'll know someone." I soon realized his face wasn't as excited about it anymore. "George?"

"I got accepted into Seattle Grace."

I couldn't believe my ears. It was clear George was smart, but I didn't strike him as one would get one of the best residencies in the US. It was incredibly exciting and devastating at the same time.

"Wow, that's impressive. Congrats." I told him sincerely.

"Thanks, I'm impressed really, next thing you know, we'll be surgeons." He smiled.

"Or interns getting their asses kicked."

"Or kissing asses."

I chuckled at his joke and to my disappointment, the we reached the road. He reached into his black leather tote and pulled out his wallet. I was confused at first, but realized he was only taking out his bus pass. What was I thinking? He was going to give me his personal information to someone he met for three close days?

Sighing, I looked into his green eyes and smiled as sweetly as I could. "Bye George."

"See you later (Y/N)."

His body disappeared into an ocean of busy New Yorkers, and I realized that my own bus was pulling up along the other side. I headed towards it, clutching my trench together from the heavy wind and holding my purse close to my chest. After just jumping on, I sat on an empty seat and it hit me.

Man it hit me hard.

This moment was the last time I would probably see the guy with the curly brown hair and broad shoulders. My past love life had been tragic. I'd start falling for someone, whether that was falling for a week, a month, or today it was a few days, and they'd leave. I never had a real relationship that lasted. I could count all the times I had lips on mine on my fingers.

His last words were "see you later".

See you later?

When would later be? In likely a year.

People move on in a year. They change. They do different things. They fall in love with others.

But what was I thinking? Move on? Fall in love with others? I knew he liked me a bit, his body language and his way of speaking made it so I could think about it. I didn't know what was different, but I think most of the previous guys I dated felt sorry or obligated, rather than actually liked me. I think that he did.

I kind of knew.

But when I looked out the window, staring at the partly cloudy sky and the people laughing with each other, I felt sick. I felt like it was ending. The one chance I had was slipping away. And I let it. Because even when I went to the airport, hoping maybe I would see him, I never did.

At certain times, we would text each other, but as the year went on, the texts we sent stopped, and one day I decided to click on his Facebook page. There were three girls in the picture, one with dirty blonde hair, another with curly raven locks, and another with golden waves. They looked perfect. The guy beside him was really hot, but I didn't find yourself as attracted to him as I did to George.

Sighing, I slammed shut my laptop and groaned. I fantasied too much about how we'd see each other again, and how I'd live while Reed Anderson bombarded me with questions concerning my nonexistent love life. That girl drove me crazy. I couldn't believe April, who although had some major insecurities, stood by her like a magnet.

"(Y/N). I heard Percy has a thing for you." Reed caught up to me and I sighed.

"Ok."

"Are you gonna go out with him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not interested. And no one has a thing for me."

She sniffed like she was offended and continued following me. "But he's cute."

"Then ask him out!" I cried, whipping around and enjoying the look of offence on her face. I swear if that girl said another word I was going to kill her.

"Judging by the way your pissed off, I'm really starting to think you should go out with him. You need sex."

I blushed furiously. It was true. I needed sex. "I have had sex!"

"No you haven't."

"Leave me alone."

"Who is it?"

I paused in my tracks. I saw her differently. Not an annoying bitch, but someone who kind of knew what I was going through. "He works at Seattle Grace. He has brown hair and green eyes and he might not be the brightest, but he's so hardworking it makes up for it."

Reed nodded as if she understood. She didn't. She didn't know. I could see it in her eyes.

"So are you going to go out with Charles?"

"NO!" I cried, right as Charles walked by. "Charles, do you wanna date me?"

"What? No, sorry." He replied.

"Stop harassing me, Anderson."

I stormed out of the hospital and into my car. This was disgusting. My life was disgusting.

All I knew was that I wanted to see him. God, I wanted to see George so damn badly it hurt.

I drove.

I couldn't believe it, but I drove to Seattle Grace. He could be there. It was three o'clock. He had to be there. I spilled the contents of my makeup bag on the dashboard and took out the mirror. I applied a new layer of mascara to my lashes, a small amount of brown eyeshadow, and combed my brows into place.

I looked hot.

But I couldn't get out.

No matter how many times I told myself to get up, I couldn't.

I sat there for hours until I realized that it was eight o'clock already.

Our relationship grew colder and colder, yet my worse fear was that he'd be like all the other guys out there: rude, unresponsive, and judging. He was probably like the other guys.

Just fucking like them. I slammed my head into the wheel as the horn yelled into the air. My chest heaved. My eyes drooped.

I needed a drink.

I drove around the area for a few minutes until I came in sight of a bar. Maybe I'd see him there. Of course, I wouldn't.

It was much easier to get into a bar and order a drink than walk into a hospital.

After downing the first shot, a familiar-looking guy happened to be staring at me. I couldn't quite pin down where I saw the face but I knew I had seen him somewhere. Ignoring the fact he looked so familiar, I smiled and he said something to the guy he was with. I couldn't see who it was, but all I knew was that the guy had brown hair and had nodded when the familiar guy said something.

"Hey." He sat down beside me. "Can I buy you a drink?"

I opened my mouth to refuse, but instead, I realized that this guy was hot, and I really could use a drink. "You can."

He held up his hand and ordered two, then turned back to me. "So, what brings you here?"

"Life I guess, just need a break from it." I tried, looking down at his lips to see how he'd react. If my impression was right, which usually was, he would flirt back. After darting my eyes up from his lips I rested my head on my fist. "You?"

"I think I will have to say the same."

He raised his glass of scotch and I grinned, raising my glass as well. However, once I raised my glass, a voice in front of me that didn't match the one I was drinking with called out my name.

"(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?"

It took a strange moment to process it, but suddenly, George freaking O'Malley was had pushed my future one-night-stand away and was staring me straight in the eye.

"Oh my go—George?" I blurted.

"Hold on hold on." The guy who bought me a drink shook his head in disbelief. "You two know each other?"

"Yea Alex, unlike you I actually am a pretty friendly guy," George replied. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

"I can't stop thinking about you, and I wanted to see you so I went to your hospital but chickened out and drove around until I found this bar so here I am." I wanted to say. But like I was.

"What are you doing here?" I replied instead. Just like a basic boring person would.

"Um, having a drink."

"Me too."

"Yea but this bar is across from my hospital and Mercy West is pretty far from here. This bar also has a reputation of having doctors getting really drunk here after they lose patients so I don't see why you'd be here." George looked into my eyes, and his insanely gorgeous green ones questioned me with a confused, yet slightly amused stare.

Alex, that was his name I presumed, stood up and left. "I'll leave you two alone and I'll find some other girl to hit on."

"This is really weird," I said.

"Yea?"

"Yea."

I held my breath. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yea." He smiled, flashing me a look with those beautiful teeth. But suddenly he frowned. "Actually-"

"Are you on-call? I totally get it we don't have to drink or anything but-"

"No, no, I'm not on call but even though this is kind of random and fast I-"

My heart pumped alarmingly fast in my chest as he struggled with his words. "Go on."

"(Y/N), I don't plan for this drink to be just a one-night-stand."

It hit me hard, but I don't think I was ever this excited about being hit in the face with a surprise. "Then let's make it more."

inspired by my tragic love life which ended at the part where George got on the bus and they never saw each other again. i hate my life sometimes. oh well. and somehow i updated. not dead yet.