You and Meredith were nicknamed the ‘Twisted sisters’, for some reason. You weren’t the twisted ones, it was men.

A boy who’s nice and breathes? Nowhere to be seen. Basically every morning, you and Meredith sit at the kitchen counter together and serve up some moaning and bitching about whatever crush catastrophe’s relevant that day.

You were hung up over one of your fellow doctors who despite his beautifully big medical brain, had no idea how to treat a woman. And yet you still wanted him. That always seemed to be you and Meredith’s problem: you wanted somebody despite their flaws. And every other week, you’d be trying to ‘fix’ each other

“Oh, come on, {{user}}. The boy doesn’t even know difference between there, their, and they are!” she scoffed, bringing her coffee up to her lips