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CHAPTER SIX save me. season one, episode eight.
☆ author's note ☆ from here on out everything is completely unedited so keep in mind i wrote all this in like 2021 lmfaoooo
i am attempting to slowly go through this fic and edit a bit, just in case you find some inconsistencies with the style of writing or timelines
CASSIE OPENED HER DOOR TO THE SMELL OF CUPCAKES. Almost immediately, she knew Izzie that was stress baking; between the distant clanging of kitchen supplies and the fact that Izzie had willingly gotten drunk with her the night before, she figured something was up.
Padding into the kitchen, her pink-fuzzy-sock-clad feet a stark contrast to the very normal outfit she wore, Cassie stopped in the doorway.
"Uh," she said, eyes wide, "Did the Pillsbury Dough Boy explode in here, or something?"
Izzie looks up from the bowl she's violently whisking something in, panting like she's out of breath.
"Eight hours, sixteen ounces of chocolate, and thirty-two cupcakes. And they still don't taste right," Izzie shook her head, glaring at the little balls of sugar.
"No, these are good!" George told her as he stuffed his mouth. "Martha Stewart would be proud. Here, Cassie, try one."
The twenty four year old scrunched up her nose in slight disgust at the amount of sugar. Not that she doesn't indulge in sweet treats—more so that she'd likely vomit at work if she ate an Izzie Stevens cupcake at six in the morning. "I think I'm gonna stick to my cereal."
"There's something missing..." Izzie murmured, and Cassie ignored her in favor of pouring the perfect ratio of milk and frosted flakes. "Some specific ingredient. Why can't I remember?"
From the other side of the kitchen, George said through a mouthful of cupcake, "Look, just call her. Call your mother and ask."
"I don't want to call my mother."
"My mother is dead," Cassie added nonchalantly, taking a bite of her breakfast.
Oops. Habit. The only thing Cassie did better than saying something that brings the entire room to a pause, is coping with humor that makes everyone uncomfortable. It never fails to work on Derek, either. And speaking of Derek—
"Good morning!"
Derek greeted the group, practically skipping into the kitchen with Meredith in tow. The week prior, they went public with their relationship—though Cassie was pretty sure everyone already knew—and thankfully, George and Izzie had finally accepted it. Which was good, because if they whined about special treatment one more time Cassie would probably scream.
