So bear with me here, as it's my first time writing fanfic in a few years. This starts off slow, because I want my reader's to get to know my AU Callie and Arizona and the background of where they are. I promise it will get better
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Arizona's POV
I sighed softly to myself as I loaded my last tote into the back of my car. This was the last time I would pack up all of my things and head off to the University of California-Los Angeles – for my senior year. I was excited to get back to school and see all of my friends, but I always missed home. I'm a daddy's girl, and my father was growing old and was having health issues of the late. I was constantly reassured by both of my parents that everything would be alright, but there was always that twinge of fear in the back of my mind.
Just one more year, I thought to myself, I can do this.
"Arizona, baby, are you all ready to go?" Barbara Robbins, my mother, called out to me as she walked down the stairs of the porch. I turned on my heels and flashed my mother a smile.
"I think so. That was my last tote," I replied, double checking my packing list in my mind. I heard the front door of my house creak open and watched my father hobble out onto the porch with his cane.
"Oh, daddy!" I cooed, running towards him. My father welcomed me with open arms, giving me his signature bear hug.
"Go get 'em, kid. I can't wait to see you walk across that stage with your diploma," daddy whispered into my ear. I gave him another squeeze and then pulled back and flashed him my biggest smile.
"I love you, daddy," I said as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I noticed his eyes starting to well up with tears.
"I'll come home to visit soon, daddy," I said grabbing his hand reassuringly. He nodded, a bit embarrassed because of his emotional showing. I gave him one last hug, and bounded down the stairs back to my car. I hugged my mother tightly, and was about to turn to get into my vehicle when my mother grabbed my hand.
"He'll be okay," my mother reassured me for the millionth time. I nodded and squeezed my mother's hand. I hopped into my car and started the engine. I rolled down my passenger side window and called out to my parents: "I love you!" before blowing them a kiss and starting on my journey.
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I pulled into the lot next to the college owned townhouse that I would be sharing with my four best friends this last year of college.
This is it, I said to myself as I parked my car. This is the last year of school, and then I'm out in the real world.
I was taken from my thoughts by an energetic knock on the car's window. I looked up to see Izzie, April, and Lexie all smiling at me eagerly. I laughed and departed the car, suddenly being embraced in a group hug.
"Oh my goodness, A, you're going to love this place!" April gushed while the other two girls opened my trunk and started taking my totes into the Townhome.
"Oh, yeah? Too bad you guys probably took the best rooms!" I joked, poking April in the side playfully.
"Oh, you know they are all the exact same," April said, still looking apologetic. She was just too sensitive sometimes.
I was all moved in within an hour and a half with the help of my friends. April was right, I loved this Townhome. It was a very nice change after being in the dorms for the past three years.
After I had unpacked my last tote and stored it in the basement, I threw myself on my bed and let out a tired sigh. I closed my eyes for a few moments until another weight was put on the bed. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Izzie lying next to me. We smiled gratefully at each other.
"Are you ready to begin the rest of your life?"
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Callie's POV
I unpacked my last box in my brand new office, setting my new nameplate that said 'Dr. Callie Torres' on my desk. Well, I'm not officially "Doctor" Torres yet, as I am still working on my doctorate degree, but I had high hopes of finishing it by the end of this new academic year. I wasn't one for procrastination, I liked to get things done almost as soon as I had started them. I was 27 years old and was ready to be done with being on the student side of schooling. I was a new professor at UCLA after taking two years off after graduate school to work on my doctorate and travel the world. I had begun to feel lonely and needed to have a sense of purpose in life, so I applied for a job at numerous colleges in California, finally deciding to settle at UCLA for the time being.
"Welcome to the department!" a voice chirped from behind me as I was hanging my last painting. I turned around to see a tall, attractive redhead standing in my office doorway.
"I'm Addison Montgomery, I teach Art History and Art and Culture! You must be the new Painting and Sculpture professor!" she beamed. I was a bit taken aback by the redhead's enthusiasm, but I gratefully accepted Addison's handshake.
"Yes, I'm Callie Torres," I said with a big, white smile. Addison seemed nice enough just from her introduction, and I was grateful that someone had made the effort to introduce them self to me.
"Is this one of your paintings? It's brilliant!" Addison admired as she noticed the painting that I had just got done hanging.
"Oh, that? That was my final project for my Art exam back in undergrad," I said proudly, yet not too boastfully as I didn't want to come across cocky.
"It really is brilliant," Addison said once again, and I gave her a thankful smile. "Well, my office is just down the hall if you have any questions or just want to chat!" Addison said, giving me one last smile before walking out of the room.
I smiled in return, and then turned back to look at my painting. It was brilliant. It was a mix of colors and textures that said nothing at all and yet everything all at once. I remembered creating the piece. I had been up for hours on end every night for a week, letting my creativity do the work with my body following mindlessly along. And I was pleased with my final product, which had given me the highest grade in the class. I had gotten numerous sales offers, and I had greatly considered some of the higher end ones, but every time I looked at it, it reminded me of what I was capable of, and I was too proud to let go of it. So I held on to it, and I was glad I did, because it had already earned me some respect from a new colleague. I smiled to myself: I am going to love it here.
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Arizona's POV
"Izzie! April! Lexie!" I yelled bright and early on Monday, the first day of classes. I snatched a pan and a spoon and started clanging them together to wake my friends up. Slowly and one by one the girls stumbled groggily out of their respective rooms, each with their appropriate bed head and jumbled up sleeping attire.
"Mmmm, what time is it?" Lexie moaned sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Seriously? A, it's 8 o'clock in the morning. Seriously," Izzie said sounded annoyed, but she gave me a playful wink. The other two girls groaned in disapproval of the hour and turned to go back into their rooms and to bed, since they didn't have class until a later time.
"I made waffles!" I said enthusiastically. That stopped each of the girls in their tracks and they all slowly made their way into the kitchen. Out of the four of us, I was definitely the best cook, and I made stellar waffles, if I do say so myself. "Come on guys! This is the first day of our senior year! Aren't you excited?" I beamed.
The three sleepy heads exchanged glances and mumbled less than enthusiastic agreements. I rolled my eyes, but still had a bright smile on my face.
"A, what time is our sculpting class?" Izzie inquired once all of the girls had finally started to wake up and were indulging themselves in waffles and syrup.
"In an hour…" I replied cautiously, wondering if Izzie was seriously asking or just double checking. By the startled look in Izzie's eyes, and the "Oh, shit!" that escaped her mouth as she bolted back to her room, I concluded that Izzie had had no idea when it was.
I giggled, and helped myself to some waffles. I was ready for the day. I was very excited about my sculpting class because I heard there was a new teacher and I was always excited to show off my talents.
By the time Izzie was ready, we only had ten minutes to get to class. We had a bit of a walk, so we left immediately. However, we were in no hurry because, hey, we were seniors.
We arrived nearly five minutes late for class. Even though on the walk over we joked about how tough we were and how badass we felt about being late to our first class of our senior year, we ducked our heads and went straight into the back of the classroom when we reached it.
"Hmmm, and I'm guessing one of you is Izzie Stevens and one of you is Arizona Robbins?" a velvety, unfamiliar voice called from the front of the studio classroom.
"Izzie," Izzie said sheepishly raising her hand, and I did likewise, neither of us looking up from the backpacks we were unloading.
"I like to be looked in the face when I'm spoken to," the same voice said, sounding much closer now. We simultaneously looked up to see a raven haired, tall Latina standing just inches in front of our table. A soft apology escaped Izzie's mouth, but I know it was said much louder than what I heard. The Latina looked at me expectantly, but I was at a loss for words. I had never, and I mean never, seen a woman so damned beautiful in my whole life.
So let me know what you think in the review section! I know it's short :(
Xoxo
Tiny Dreamer