[For Meredith] Must have been kissing a fool.

[doubleomalley]

George didn't even bother waiting for Meredith to answer when he knocked on her door. He was cold, miserable, and quite possibly going through some mild shock thanks to what he'd just experienced. Some of the stories he'd heard were more outrageous than others, but George did his best to take everything as he was told. It was hard believing, but

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[drownondryland]

Meredith looked up from where she was busy turning up her iPod to drown out the stupid Christmas carols stuck in her head. Surveying George for just a second, she straightened up and walked on over, sitting down next to him. "George, what happened?" she asked, head tipping to the side, then reached to push the hat off his head. "Are you okay?"

[doubleomalley]

"No." George opened his eyes to look at Meredith, then realized if he was going to share his awful experience, he wasn't going to be able to look at Meredith while he did.

He rolled over onto his back and covered his eyes with an arm.

"Magic mistletoe."

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"Mag-" Meredith's brow rose, head tipping as she grinned knowingly. "Oh, really?"

Probably, she knew, she should have made some attempt to conceal how entertaining the idea was. Patting his arm, she tried her best to sound more serious. "Was it really that traumatic? It's just a kiss."

[doubleomalley]

"No, it was not just a kiss," George protested, moving his arm away so he could prop himself up on his elbrows and glare at Meredith. "You don't kiss the guy who looks like Mark Sloan with a crazy tattoo and say it's just a kiss, because there are whole levels of wrong about it, not to mention he insulted my height, like there wasn't anything wrong about the whole thing already? And, oh, it happened because a cute Irish redhead pushed me into him."

George fell back again, staring up at the ceiling. "I feel like my head's going to explode."