When You And Your Friend Are Talking Shit About Everyone

When You and your friend are talking shit about everyone

“do you ever look at someone and wonder what is going on inside their head?” [cr. qdeoks]

“I think my daughter is in love with Jesse, but come on who wouldn’t be” #unclejesse

From Brian Tee IG

First Fire • Jackson Avery

Requested?: Yess! Once again by the amazing @lorenakaspersen

Summary: Y/N is seeing a hot firefighter but what happens when her ex, a hot surgeon is seeing her again at an unexpected moment?

Warnings: Miranda Bailey being Miranda Bailey, kissing

Word count: 1414

"We can't keep this secret, you know that right?" Jack mentioned, pointing between the both of you before he threw a shirt over his head, noticing you staring through the curtains. "I don't want to keep this secret."

"I don't want to move to fast, we'll do everything on time." You turned around watching him frown at your answer. As things were going great between the two of you.

"We can move slow, but not too slow." He replied, placing his arms around your waist, leaning his forehead on yours. "I like you, a lot."

"Just give me time." Placing your hands on his chest, you slightly peeked up from under your lashes. Breaking the moment and gathering your stuff.

"I'll give you time, space, anything you want, but don't leave me, okay?" You heard the thrilling in his voice, meaning what he was saying.

"I never said I was, I just need time." You crossed your arms, pulling open the door of the room as you strolled out, accidentally bumping shoulders with Maya Bishop.

The one person who could sense when something was wrong with you. And the one person who would keep asking you what's wrong until you'd spill it.

"Well, you look like you're in a hurry? We're only starting in 20 minutes." The blonde woman wondered, adjusting her shoelaces, leaning on a chair. "Let me guess, it's Gibson huh?"

Leaning your head against the wall, Maya got the confirmation of her question as she walked over to you, giving you a knowing look.

"If you're not ready for something new, tell him. I know you ever since you came in here. I know you Y/N. When you're scared, you run." Placing a hand on your shoulder, she noticed your frown turning into a normal face.

"It's not that I'm not ready, I just don't want to fall in love too fast." Because that was the thing that got you in trouble before all this. And it hurt a lot. It still did a little bit. "Not right now."

Maya nodded, pulling you in for a hug, leaning her head on top of yours, knowing that this was something you could use. A lot.

"It'll be okay, I'm here, we're all here. Just scrap Ben Warren because the last time he helped you, you got in trouble." Finishing her sentence she gave you a small smirk.

"Oh come on, those tequilas were too good just to let them stand there, they were calling me?" You groaned, releasing a laugh, remembering the moment.

"Because you were drunk as hell Y/L/N." And it was. You were. Very much to be exact. Okay no, you were totally wasted.

"Hey Y/N, you ready?" You made a little jump, noticing Jack behind you, while Maya gave him an observing glance. "We should go."

"I'm coming with you, guys" Maya gave you a small wink, telling you in a quiet way that everything was going to be fine.

Walking towards the hallway, you noticed a small black female figure, adjusting a tall man his uniform. And you already knew who it was.

Seeing Ben pointing at you, you already prepared yourself for what was about to come. Within a few seconds Miranda turned around.

"Thank god, I was waiting for your behind to show up, since your the only female firefighter who gets me." Miranda babbled, moving her hand in the air, like it was obvious. "And bonds with me over food."

"The woman won't stop nagging my ears of, she's all yours Y/L/N." Ben sighed, clapping your shoulder before walking off.

"Did you just hear that, did I marry that?" Miranda joked, watching Maya and Jack have their own conversation while you were just dazing off. "Who are we even waiting on, I'm a busy surgeon, I'm hungry."

"If im not mistaken, we're waiting on Vic and whoever she's bringing this week." You replied, taking a hold of your belt, taking in your surroundings.

"Vic? The one girl who got her head stitched up by Avery at the hospital two weeks ago?" Miranda questioned, placing her hand on her hip. "I don't like her, no offence, okay never mind a little bit offence."

Miranda couldn't help it but she just had a great friendship with you. The two of you were there for one another. Sure Maya was one of your friends. But Miranda was always the perfect shoulder to lean on.

Anytime. Any day. Anywhere. Anyhow. She was there. Although she had a busy job. It never kept her away of giving her patient to someone else, and giving you a pep talk. In Miranda style, to be more precise.

"Hey guys, listen sorry I'm late, don't start with giving me the 'you knew we were waiting' talk, I had things to do. More exactly waiting for my boyfriend to come over here. So don't."

Following the voice, you pointed your head in the direction and noticed Vic, playfully glaring at all of you, in a nervous way.

"Maybe you should just stop talking, and tell us who your boyfriend is, I'm hungry." Miranda piped up, slightly bumping your shoulder.

"Well, that was a little bit rude, but he'll be here soon." Vic mentioned, noticing Miranda's uninterested stare. "Stop staring."

"Or what?"

"Ben? Keep your wife under control, please?" Vic asked, looking at the dark man in the distance, who just gave her two thumbs up in a sarcastic way.

"Vic, how many times did I tell you to-" the sentence was cut silent as you noticed two blue eyes staring in your direction and a mouth slightly open as no words were spoken. "Holy-"

"I'm just gonna go back there and pretend this is all a nightmare." You whispered, swallowing hard as you saw your ex standing right in front of you after months. "Because you being here, is a nightmare."

"Wait, hold on, you two know each other?" Vic frowned, placing down two glasses on the information desk. "Jackson?"

"She is uhm- she's an old friend." The words rolled of his lips with a tone of confusion, hoping his girlfriend would believe it.

"A friend who shared the same bed with him, showered with him, lived with him?" You rambled, clasping your hands at him and throwing a sarcastic smile in Vic's way. "And who met his daughter, yep I'm an old friend."

"This is getting better and better." Miranda mumbled as little pieces of crust from a croissant covered her upper lip, getting a glare from Ben. "What? Not good?"

"You're his ex?" Vic gave you a small glare, pointing at Jackson who was now wishing he wasn't there at all. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh well, hey Victoria, I'm Jackson Avery's ex, but hey I hope you two have a good time!" You sarcastically acted, getting glances from across the room. "Is that what you wanted?"

"Stop. We need to talk." Jackson voice sounded through the room, grabbing your hand and coming to a halt in the hallway. "A room we can talk?"

Not saying a word. You just raised an eyebrow at him before nodding your head to the left, opening the door.

"Was that necessary?" He frowned, locking the door watching you walk around in the room as if nothing just had happened. "The little acting work?"

You shrugged at the man, looking him in the eyes. "I'm screwing my colleague, I'm scared to fall in love again and I can't get over you, so you tell me?"

"Y/N don't do that." Jackson held up a hand, noticing you walking closer to him, giving him the signature puppy eyes. "We can't."

Removing your belt and throwing it on the small table next to you, you glanced up to him. "We can't do what?"

"You know very well what I mean Y/N." He replied, rubbing his forehead before bringing his eyes back to yours. "I'm with Vic, we can't."

Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you stared at his lips before looking back into his eyes. "The door is locked, there's no Vic, you're all by yourself."

Before you could say one word, you felt a soft surface being placed on your lips and a hand on the back of your neck.

"I thought you said, we couldn't." You breathed, staring up at the man you still loved.

The only answer you got were two lips being placed on yours. Once again.

And no one knew.

Sam: I hate when people say “So tell me about yourself”

Sam: What do you want to know? My trauma or my favourite colour?

Sam: Be specific

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