I thought of this while I was supposed to be writing my Biology lab… But that didn't turn out so well. It's set during Wishin' and Hopin', right after George says that it wasn't their marriage poisoning him. Hope you enjoy!
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He was her McDreamy. Her adorable, sweet, caring, family-guy George. He was her everything. So she couldn't stand sharing him. Because she loved him so much. He was the first guy who looked twice at her. She was always the girl in the back of the class, eating her hair. She was the fat girl, the nasty girl, the in-your-face, curvy Latina. But it hadn't bothered him. He had loved her for who she was inside, not for who she was on the outside- the girl who let Meredith and Izzie intimidate her, the girl who danced in her underwear in front of the Chief. So when he had asked the question- the question- she had said yes. They were married in a tiny, cheesy Vegas In-'N-Out chapel, but it was perfect, because he loved her. Finally he loved her the way she had loved him. It was their dreamworld for one perfect weekend, with room service, sappy Pay-Per-View movies, and love. So much love. For once, she felt loved more than ever before. But then the Vegas Bubble popped. Izzie was jealous Izzie McBitch, and George had stood by and let her. He was still same old, easily intimidated, doormat George. It made her angry. Why couldn't he just be perfect like she wanted him?
Sometimes she wanted to hate him. She wanted it so desperately that she would pretend that she did, tell herself she really did hate him. But she couldn't. She could never bring herself to hate the man she loved more than anyone in the world. Why?
Because she was Callie O'Malley, and he was just so perfect.