Hi! this is a new story that i decided to write. Please tell me what you all think and since im on summer break i'll try to update more if it gets enough reviews and if people actually like it.
She was sick, she had a fever. And yet here she was at the Torres mansion, walking in through the back yard with sweat pants and a hoodie. Yes it was 85 degrees outside but she had a fever, and her best friend was off the rocker. Again. For some reason this was the age where Callie became the rebellious, alcohol, boy crazed teenager. It was pissing Arizona off. Big time.
As she approached the backyard she could hear splashing and giggling, and there she saw her. Her best friend in the arms of some douche who was 5 years older than the 16 year old Latina. And her two other best friends, Mark and Teddy. Oh they were all in deep shit. Especially Teddy, who knew about Arizona's dislike of Jack, the handsome college student who was an awful influence on her best friend. .
As she stepped through the gate and onto the hard pavement that went around the pool, she suddenly started to have a coughing attack, that got everyones attention. Especially one very drunk Latinas.
"Arizona! You came" She said through hooded eyes as she pushed her self up and out of the pool.
"Well, I asked if you needed anything and when you respond with a 'I need you' what am I suppose to do?" Arizona was mad and her tone was not very pleasant, especially to a very very extremely tipsy Latina.
Callie trotted towards Arizona, who quickly grabbed a towel and maybe a little aggressively, tossed it at Callie.
"Ow, that was uncalled for" She pouted
"Yeah, well maybe so was drinking at 3pm"
Still pouting the Latina walked towards the very red nosed, sick blonde.
Circling Arizona's waist Callie hugged her close. Selfishly but also drunkingly not caring about getting the already sick blonde wet. Arizona however tensed not returning the gesture.
"Callie, get off of me. I'm already sick and you are going to make it worse" She pushed the brunette away, immediately regretting it upon seeing the look upon Callie's face.
Mark and Teddy were silently watching, knowing that they were going to be in deep shit too. While Jack just stood in the water leaning onto the waterfall nursing his beer.
Feeling bad Arizona grabbed the towel from Callie's hands and started drying her off, trying hard to not graze any of her intimate parts.
"Where are your parents?"
"Dunno, probably somewhere off with your parents"
Sighing Arizona looked at her friend, wishing everyone else would just disappear so she could take her upstairs and nurse her to sobriety.
"Arizona, you should go home." Teddy, who seemed to be the most sober spoke.
Receiving a death glare instead, Teddy decided it was for the best if she didn't speak.
"I'm going upstairs. Everybody get the hell out, unless you want me to get Carols Torres on your ass" with that Arizona walked into the house, acting like she owned the place. Which she kind of did.
Callie just stared at the retreating blonde. Feeling pretty pissed off, oh she might be drunk but Arizona Robbins was gonna get it tonight. Who did she think she was?
"You know sometimes she really pisses me off" Jack finally spoke up, as he too got out of the water and gave Callie a kiss on the cheek. Finally heading off to wherever he belonged.
"The parties over I guess…" Callie sighed as she set on the lounge chair, staring sadly at both Teddy and Mark. Who all of the sudden seamed pretty damn sober to her.
Callie was in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water, feeling guilty but also really pissed off with Arizona. They weren't on the best terms and she didn't know why. Arizona used to support her in everything she did, no matter what it was. So what if she was finally being a teenager? She was allowed. She was only 16 and had her whole life ahead of her. So what if she wanted to fool around with older boys? Who was Arizona Robbins to stop her from that.
Groaning she walked upstairs, to her room. Where she was sure the blonde was probably fast asleep. The Latina felt guilty as hell, finally sobering up she realized just how sick Arizona was and how selfish it was of her to ask her to come over, because she just wanted to see her. Selfish. So damn selfish.
To her surprise, Arizona wasn't asleep. She was laying down staring up at the ceiling, looking very, very pissed off.
"Go to sleep, sober up, and when you wake up. We are going to have a talk"
The blonde wouldn't even look at her, instead she turned around, her back facing the guilty Latina.
"I'm sorry I asked you here Arizona, that was selfish of me."
Callie crawled in after the blonde, debating cuddling her or not. After hearing Arizona scoff she decided that was a hard no.
"Whatever Callie, go to sleep"
Callie couldn't do this, her drunken mind was telling her so many different negative things. And now she was a mess, hurt by Arizona's bitterness, the brunette started to silently cry.
"Callie…." Arizona couldn't do this, this wasn't the first time shes been in bed with a crying guilty Callie and for some reason she always fell for it. Callie would just start to pout or cry and it would start making Arizona feel guilty. She couldn't do it anymore "Callie please stop, your drunk"
This made her cry even more, suddenly turning hysterical. All she wanted was for her best friend to hold her and tell her that she wasn't mad. But this time Arizona seemed like she wasn't giving in.
"Calliope, seriously" She gave in a little bit, still not turning around but nudging her leg in between Callies, offering some sort of comfort.
"I… I'm sorry, please don't hate me… please donthate me please icant i can't have you hating me" She was drunk. That was for sure.
"Callie, I don't hate you baby, now please just close your eyes and here, hold my hand" She still wouldn't turn around, because if she did turn around, she wouldn't achieve anything. And Arizona Robbins was gonna come through to Callie, and make her realize that shes throwing her life to shit.
Finally calmed down Callie silently whispered an "I love you"
Arizona just held on tighter, loving Callie the way she loved her was the easiest and the hardest thing she's ever done. Even if she is always reluctant to say it back. She can count on her hands the number of times shes told Callie that she as well loves her too. In the 12 years they'd been friends, Arizona has maybe uttered those words 8 times. Always having a different meaning behind it. But god did she love Callie, she'd do anything for Callie.
Callie was the first to wake up, she could hear Arizona's labored breathing and decided it was for the best to get up and get her sick friend some medicine. She got up went downstairs let the dogs inside and went searching through her medicine cabinet when she felt someones presence behind her.
"You don't need to get me anything"
Sighing "Arizona you could barely breathe and no offense but you sound like a raspy kind of sexy dying cow, so you need this"
Arizona smirked
"Calliope Torres, are you calling me sexy?"
Callie blushed
"I'm calling you a cow… now DRINK this and leave me alone"
Giving in and taking the medicine from Callie's hands, Arizona quickly downed the pills
"I'm not leaving you alone, we are gonna have that talk"
Groaning, Callie walked upstairs towards her bedroom "Fine whatever, lets just not do it in the kitchen because its 11:00pm and my parents are probably going to be home soon. I don't want them hearing you screaming at me that I'm an alcoholic."
Sighing Arizona followed Callie up the stairs
"I never said that you're an alcoholic, but if theres something you need to share with me then go right ahead?"
Entering Callie's bedroom Arizona closed and locked the door quirking her eyebrow at Callie.
"Can we just admit that it was completely and utterly rude of you to kick Jack and our two other friends out of my house?
"Only if we can admit that Jack is an awful influence on you and that you are completely off the rocker"
Now they were both mad and facing off with each other, this rarely happened and when it did. It wasn't pretty.
"Arizona, we are 16 our lives are suppose to be filled with stupid choices, and Jack is fun and nice and I like him, so can you quit being jealous and just be happy for me?"
Arizona was baffled, did she really think she was jealous of Jack?
Oh this was about to get intese. How dare Callie think she was jealous of some fuckboy?
"Callie.. ARE YOU FUCKING DELUSIONAL? I am not jealous of Jack and I'm not jealous that you have someone and I don't because at least when I find that someone ill know that they aren't just using me for a good fuck and a place to crash."
And there it was. She went too far and hurt her best-friend. Feeling like shit Arizona reached out to Callie.
"Calliope, I didn't mean that"
Callie was hurting and it was written all over her face, her brown soulful eyes were watery and her nose was turning red, and so was her face. Because now Callie Torres was mad, how dare Arizona accuse her of being nothing but a slut.
"Get off of me" She shook Arizona's attempts off walking backwards and away from the apologetic blonde.
"You know, I always thought that you'd always stand by me no matter what. And I don't need your judgment. I don't need you, Arizona. As much as you think I do, I don't."
"Oh really? Really? You don't need me, is that why every time you drink you call me? Or somehow wind up at my doorstep wanting me to comfort you? Fine Callie don't need me. But I'm done being your toy."
"I'm done."
Emotion running high between both of the girls, Arizona finally snapped walking out of Callie's room towards the front door. They were both wrong. They were both oh so screwed.
I hope you liked it! please let me know what you'd like to see happen in the story (: