Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.

A/N: Not Beta'd, so sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyways...I realized i haven't written anything in a really long time & this story has been running through my mind for weeks! I finally had the time to write it out and I wanted to post a story before school started so here ya go...

Oh and this takes place before the finale.


(Callie's POV)

Here we are, me and Erica, Erica and I, on our day off, watching some movie about a guy who loses his memory and something about catching his wife's killer and Polaroid pictures. I don't even know what's really going on because all I hear is light even breathing. When I look over at Erica, she's asleep. Sitting on her couch, I must say, is pretty damn comfortable so I don't blame her for knocking out. I know I'm guilty of doing it a few times.

She's pretty when she sleeps. I wonder what she's dreaming about. Hmmm…

Did I just say pretty? Whatever…I have to admit I really like spending time with her. I think she may be the best friend I've ever had. So what if we spent every waking moment together. That is what best friends do, right? And so what if I kind of feel a little lonely and depressed every time she leaves to answer a page. We're doctors, that's our job.

You know what? I lied when I said she's pretty when she sleeps, she's lovely, like sleeping beauty.

Sleeping beauty? She is beautiful when she sleeps though. Hah! Stupid Addison and her stupid 'vagina monologues.' What's her deal anyway?

Is it so wrong that while Erica held my hair as I threw up in the toilet after drinking way too much, I didn't want her to stop rubbing soothing circles on my back? Or the time when I poured out my heart and soul about my past relationship with George, I didn't want her let go of my hand when she held it.

Addison, Addison, Addison…she said because we seem like a happy couple. Ok, first of all she left my ass and ran off to LA. So what does that mean? I can't find a new friend and be happy? And second of all, Erica and I are NOT a couple.

Ok so maybe I was checking her out a little during "intense sunrise yoga" as Erica puts it. I couldn't help that when I looked up her ass was in my face, stupid 'downward facing dog.' Some of those positions should be listed under sex positions! But the things I would do if I were in those positions with Er-

OH GOD! I NEED TO STOP THINKING, LIKE RIGHT FREAKIN NOW!

But it's hard not to think when I can't get into this stupid movie and your best friend fell asleep on you. I can't even change the channel or anything because I think she's sitting on the remote. I look over at her again and yes, she is sitting on the remote.

I like the close proximity next to her. Let me tell you, she smells like a field of sweet flowers. No, I take that back, more like red licorice. No, vanilla. NO, not vanilla whatever it is I just wonder if she taste the same way she smells.

Oh God! I need to shake that delicious dirty thought out of my head.

Alright so what if I was a little jealous every time a guy would pull her away to dance with on nights we went dancing. Is it so wrong that all I wanted to do was grab her and yell at said man, in my drunken babble, "STAY AWAY! SHE'S MINE!" All those guys touching her, wrapping there arms over her like that. THAT SHOULD BE ME DAMN IT!

Ok, wow! I really need to settle down my mind right now but did it really make me look like a love sick teenager when I made her a mixed CD of songs I thought she should listen to. It's not my fault every track, coincidently, happened to be a love song. In my opinion love songs make great music, especially when they're slow and echoing off bedroom walls.

Wink What the hell was that?! Did I just wink at her?! Where the hell did that come from? I think something is in my eye.

Oh Erica, Erica, Erica you're a great best friend, my best friend. Look what you've got me thinking.

So what if we got completely wasted one night and we happened to fall asleep in the middle of her living room floor. Is it wrong that I didn't want to turn my back away from her even though she did a couple times on me? I wanted to make sure she was the first thing I saw when I wake up and another reason I didn't want to turn my back is she is NOT a still sleeper. You'd think she is but NO SIR, arms, legs, and her pretty pretty hair spread out, not to mention her rolling and shuffling everywhere. I wonder if she has ever fallen off her bed before? A few times I thought she was going to roll over me but stopped short of actually doing it and instead sleep punched me in the boob. Which really hurt by the way, so I got her back by elbowing HER boob. She woke up and I told her she punched me. I think she was still drunk because she was definitely slurring her words when she apologized and said "Aw, you want me to kiss it to make it feel better?"

Psh…I wish she did.

Did I really just say what I thought I said?! I really need stop thinking so much…

We had a pillow fight another night, which turned into a wrestling match at my place, well, Cristina's place (she wasn't home). The rain was pouring heavily, the power went out, and there was nothing else to do except bundle up, light some candles, and open a bottle of wine while we talk about whatever. I had to use the bathroom so I excused myself and when I came back her eyes were closed. I guess she didn't hear me or feel the couch shift under my weight because her eyes did not open. I had the bright idea to take a pillow and hit her right in the face. Her eyes snapped open, maybe that wasn't such a bright idea. She was a little stunned and shocked, I thought I had done something wrong but when a sly grin spread across her face I knew one thing, RUN. And that I did. I ran, squealing and giggling, blindly, in the dark stumbling all over the apartment with Erica chasing after me with a pillow. Don't ask me how but it ended with me and her falling on Yang's bed, me sitting on top of her pinning her hands above her head and telling her to say my name so I can claim my victory. It wasn't until the sound of Yang clearing her throat and mumbling something along the lines of 'I knew it,' that we both jumped and realized the power was back on. I wouldn't mind her wildly bucking under me again while I-

Whoa! What?! Hold on a minute?! Okay that is it! I can't- I, Calliope Iphigenia Torres, need to stop thinking dirty, dirty, lustful thoughts about my best girl friend! That's a space between girl and friend.

I return my gaze from Erica back to the movie and the credits are rolling. Has it been that long since I've been "re-evaluating" my friendship with Erica?

And here I go again thinking about the feelings I have for my best friend…Does it make me a little gay to like my best friend?

No, I think I-I just love my- my- I just- I might be- wait…

I think I might be falling in love with my best friend.

I think I just had an epiphany.

This sounds really cheesy like movie cheesy, but I need to tell her like now or else I'll be too chicken to do it later. But how?

I know I'll stroke her hair until she wakes up and she'll look at me and I'll look at her and I'll confess my undying love. Then we'll kiss and live happily ever after. Yea, that sounds like a great plan.

Her hair looks so soft and pretty and perfect. I reach out and half stroke her hair because she wakes up. I snap my hand back and she's looking at me.

"Callie? What are you doing?" she says a little sleep dazed.

"I lo-I, there was something in your hair, I was getting it out." I lied.

"Oh, did you get it?" she asks reaching up to her brush out the "something caught in her hair."

"Yea, it's gone now." I said looking back at the TV, disappointed and mentally kicking myself.

I guess she saw the disappointment in my eyes because now she's asking if I'm ok. If she only knew.

"Uhm yea, it's just-I-think I…this movie is mind racking!"

Shit, I can't do it.

She's laughing at me and smiles, I like her smile. "It's alright I had to watch this movie twice to fully understand it, well at least I think I fully understand it."

I smile back at her and laugh a little too.

She gets up from the couch and walks toward the kitchen, "I'm getting some more juice, do you want some too?"

"I love you." I confess but a plane passes by. I know she didn't hear me because I barely heard me.

"What was that?" she yelled.

"I would love some more juice." DAMN IT!

She sits back on the couch sipping on her glass and hands me my glass of "I just confessed my love to you but you didn't hear it because some stupid airplane was flying really low and broke the sound barrier making it impossible to even hear what I said" A.K.A. cranberry apple juice.

Somebody's pager goes off.

"Aw shit, that's mine." she says. "You can stay here if you want to. I'll probably be back in a few hours if everything goes well."

"It's alright; can I just hitch a ride back to the hospital?"

"Oh right, your car is there, I forgot you slept over." She smiles and turns toward the hallway to her room. "Ok then, I'm going to change. I'll be right out."

"Ok." I clean up a bit while I wait and mentally torture myself for being such a big chicken.

"You ready?" She's back in the living room with her brief case dangling on her shoulder and keys in her hand.

"Yup." I grab my belongings and head out the door.

The car ride is semi-awkward, well for me it is. She's complaining about how it's her day off and why the hospital couldn't call someone else.

"Yea it sucks." I agree, even though I'm lost in my thoughts. I'm not even paying attention when she parked her car next to mine when we arrive at the hospital and that she's already out of her car.

I get out and say, "Erica I-" I'm looking at her with urgency. Ok, it's now or never. I grab her hand and squeeze it.

"I love-" and that's when I pull her in for a hug, A FREAKIN HUG, and say, "your shampoo," as I nuzzle my nose into her hair and taking a BIG whiff.

"Uhm, okay. Thank you?" She pulls back from the hug, her face filled with bafflement as she lets go of my hand. Her mouth is slightly open and she's looking for something to say, then she smiles, "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you today but you've been really weird ever since the movie went off and I really need to take this page. I'll call you later ok?" she pats my shoulder and turns around in a rush towards the hospital.

I'm left standing here as I watch her disappear from my sight. I'm a bit embarrassed, somewhat mortified, and disappointed, again.

UGH! I kick and punch the air and all can think is, 'oh my god I look must really stupid because an intern just saw me kick and punch the air.' So I pretend to stretch as the intern walks past.

Why the hell is this so damn hard and difficult to do?

I guess I'll tell her later when she calls.

I get in my car and drive home.

She never called, however, she did send me a text, two actually. The first one, 'Sorry it's late & I didn't call. Everything didn't go as planned. I'm really tired so I'll see you tomorrow :)' and the second, 'p.s. Bath & Body Works Cucumber Melon shampoo & conditioner ;)'

I smile and let out a heavy sigh; I guess I'll tell her tomorrow.

THE END.

I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.