Black Hair and Shiny Lips

Pilot

"You," Jackson said, "are beautiful. There is nothing that could change how I feel about you." 

It was a windy day, and the wind stuck Meredith's shiny black hair to her glossed lips. The sand on the beach flew around their wet swimsuits. The sun was shining on a bright July afternoon, and the whoops, cheers, and chatters from joyful people on the beach threatened to interrupt Meredith's moment.

They both leaned into each other. The atmosphere around them seemed to slow down as Jackson proceeded to remove the hair that was stuck on her lips. He moved her shiny hair from her sticky lips and leaned in....

THWACK!

"AARGH!" The director, Marcus, yelled. "CUT! CUT THE CRAP RIGHT NOW!" 

Startled, Jackson and Meredith broke out of character to look up, and then saw the camera had been knocked over by a purple Frisbee. They looked around, trying to see who had caused Marcus such fury. 

"W-we..." Marcus was shaking his head, which was in his hand. This wasn't a good sign. "We almost had this!" 

Suddenly, they heard heavy treading in the sand and they all looked to the left to see who it was; except for Marcus, who still had his head in his hand.

"H-hey!.." a cute boy, around Meredith's age was running towards them. He had long blond hair and was wearing wet bright blue Hawaiian shorts. He was shirtless, and even Meredith, who had the perfect boyfriend, couldn't help but stare at his sculpted bod. "Hey, Marcus, dude, really- really sorry." 

Clearly, Marcus knew this guy. Out of curiosity, Meredith turned her head to Marcus. She saw his nearly bald head turn beet red. His head turned to Cute Boy very slowly and his left eye twitched. Cute Boy stood very still, a sexy smirk on his face. 

"AAAAAARGH!" Marcus' fury got the better of him. He chased him down the white sand beach, but Cute Boy was too fast for the 40-year old. Sand flying around, Marcus tripped and landed on his beet-red face, hard. "Oof!"

     "Hey, hey, Marcus.... bUDdy!" Cute Boy flashed a grin. He ran back to Marcus and held out his hand. "Marcus, BUDdy, you should get up. You don't want to-" 

"ARGHHH!" Marcus regained his inertia and stood right back up, and started chasing Cute Boy again. 

"Oh!" Cute Boy said. 'You don't want to do that!" he laughed, and kicked sand up into Marcus' eyes as he ran. 

Marcus collapsed on the sand. "ARGHHHHHH!!!! DEREK!"

Huh, Meredith thought. So Cute Boy has a name. 

Suddenly Meredith looked up and saw that Jackson was looking at her. "What?" she smirked.

"Nothing, it's just..." he laughed and leaned in for a kiss. 

In the corner of her eye in the middle of a passionate kiss, Meredith could see Derek staring at her with a frown on her face.