Reluctant Hesitation
A.U. When Callie and Arizona were ten, they got "married," they promised each other to be there and that no matter what they will always have each other. Perhaps it was pretend but to Callie it meant everything. The young Latina was in love with Arizona. As the years went on things changed. They were still best friends but Callie always seemed to be watching her best friend be with someone else. After graduation, the two went their different ways and lost touch. Maybe Callie will finally find the courage to tell her best friend.
A/N: Well, I didn't actually think I would post this but I decided to give it a shot. Please be kind and give polite criticism. I'm more of a poet rather than an author, so bare with me. O.o And the rating will change along the way. Here we go
Chapter One: Just Want You To Know
October 18th 2002
Callie was rummaging through her closet looking for the perfect outfit for tonight. Although, impressions didn't really matter to the Latina but she did find pleasure in getting all dolled up.
"Maybe I'll go with the black jeans and red top." She murmured picking the article of clothing up and holding the top up in front of her chest; she gave a small smile to herself in the mirror before putting the top down.
"Well, at least wear those boots with it then." Mark interjected as he leaned against the door frame watching his best friend struggle with her wardrobe decisions.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to wear it," she paused turning to look at her friend quizzically. "How did you get in this time?"
"I know where the spare is hidden, Torres. You're kind of obvious, so don't be surprised. Plus I practically live here now." Mark moved some of her clothes over before sitting on the bed.
He was right, ever since Addison and him got together she saw him more than she liked. But her friends were happy together and Mark wasn't off screwing every girl in their meds course.
"Maybe you'll meet a chick there. Maybe you can get a hook up or a number." The latina just ignored him as she finished folding her clothes back up and placed them back into their respectable drawer.
"You know I don't date Mark. Nor would I want to "hook up" with strangers." She emphasized on hook up with air quotes. The last time Callie hooked up with someone it turned out bad. She was heavily intoxicated and could remember bits and pieces. Other than that her sex life was nonexistent.
"Torres, you can't keep waiting for something that can't happen. Plus you haven't talked to her since… Well since she started dating Joanne in freshman year."
"Just stop Mark, Arizona has nothing to do with this."
They both knew she was lying out of her ass but he didn't want to push the subject. He was right, Arizona never saw her as more than just a friend. Just always best friends, or as Mark used to say Callie was friendzoned. Being friends was fine for a while until Joanne came into the picture and being friends was too hard to do. All the phone calls that always ended up about the woman who held Arizona's heart or when the Latina would visit Joanne would always be there and she would be the third wheel. At first call just made excuses, saying school was really intense or that she was busy with the softball team. Then the calls started to get less frequent until there were none.
The first month was the hardest, Callie was slipping away, and she would only attend class and go to the bar until Addison or Mark had to literally drag her home. She was hurting, she missed her friend but couldn't deal with hearing about the love that she was not part of.
"Earth to Callie?" Mark was waving his hands in front of her face.
"What? I'm listening to you Mark." She replied not even realizing that Mark hadn't said two words.
"What's up with you tonight Cal? Is everything alright?"
"Did I do the right thing with Arizona? Or was I the bitch that ignored her best friend?" She sighed knowing what the answer was.
"You did what you had to, you need to protect yourself. She's a big girl but the point is you were hurting and it wasn't far that she ignored all the signs." The latina just rested her head on her best friend's broad shoulder. She didn't have anything to say, he was right she was in pain, yet she was at fault. She never told Arizona how she felt. Before getting up Mark hugged his friend and patted her on the back before heading downstairs to make sure his girlfriend was ready as well.
Once he left her bedroom she proceeded to get changed, she gave herself a once over in the mirror before heading down the stairs. Maybe this party was just what she needed.
A/N: So tell me what you guess think. I know it's kind of short but when hand written it felt like a lot. I was wrong. Lol. I have more chapters already written on paper but I have work in the morning and can't get the rest typed up in time. So review. Tell me if it's even worth typing the rest up.