The summary is a joke, the title of the story answers the questions... Most characters are Shonda's.
Callie's POV
Addison loves stuff like this. Music from a different decade and costumes. Costumes that make us look like idiots. The Student Life Club came up the idea of an 80s costume party. The only rule was to,"Look completely unlike yourself." I think I achieved that tonight. I'm practically unrecognizable as I'm all decked out in neon pink leggings with a bright blue leotard over them. I'm wearing really bad makeup, no seriously this amount of blush should be illegal (at least in the state of Washington D.C). My outfit is complete with matching blue legwarmers, pink sneakers, and really big hair. This ensemble is also courtesy of Addison Montgomery. These are the things you do for your best friend.
The redhead is currently on the stage. She's about to announce the beginning of the party.
"This dance is about to be Toooh-Tally Tubular dude!" She squeals into the microphone. The room erupts in laughter in response. The laughter was aimed at her rather than with her. That's not good, not where my best friend is concerned. I know she won't let it slide. The real Addison is about to come out in 3...2...1...
In true form, she adds," Yeah yeah for all of you who laughed I'll make sure you're on the clean-up crew. Enjoy yourselves," She rolls her neck as she ends her statement. She's all for school spirit, just don't mess with her. These events are a big deal to her. I mean why do you think I'm wearing this ridiculous outfit? I'll tell you this, it's not due to my dream of being an '80s work out girl.'
The DJ starts up his set. To my surprise, some people are actually moving to the beat.
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this!
Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa's here!
[Now wait a minute, Y'all]
This dance ain't for everybody
I'm pleasantly surprised that Mr. Wittier, our principal, allowed this to be played. Surely, he knows what this song is about. Eh, either way, I like it. I snap my fingers and bounce to the beat as I make my way over to the snack table. I literally have one friend in this school and she's busy hosting, there's no way I'm dancing. Picking up the spoon, I pour my self some punch. I then stack up my plate with Doritos and Cheese Balls. Ugh, I'm sure the 80s had better snacks than these. I stick my tongue out to add to the dramatics of my disgust.
Apparently, I've let my dislike for the food options be known. I guess I said that remark out loud because what I hear next is someone snickering at me. The person comes up to me to ask, "You obviously don't like Doritos?" I shake my head.
I jokingly respond,"Oh no I do, just not this kind. Are you offended by my tastes?" I look around to meet the person's face. Oh shit, it's Arizona! I almost immediately drop my gaze as nervousness takes over. She says, "Not particularly but I thought you needed to know that All Doritos are good."
My mouth goes off involuntarily, "Yeah, if that's what your taste buds tell you."
"My taste buds haven't been wrong yet. I have really good taste," Her voice is filled with smugness. I don't respond, I go on shoving the food into my mouth while staring at the plate in my hand. I maybe should look up, she has killer dimples. I'd love to see them as I'm certain she's currently smirking. I've waited too long, I then see her hand go under the table to grab a whole bag of Doritos. She walks off. That was unreal. I mean no, not unreal. But yeah, absolutely unreal. In the two and a half years, I've been at this school, we've never talked. She's probably never even noticed me before. Not even in the many classes, we have taken together. I don't believe she even knows my name. But boy do I know hers. To be fair, the whole school knows her and adores her. She's insanely popular. She's not one of those means girls though, she seems super nice as I've watched her talk to others from afar. Well, now that I sound like a complete stalker, I'll stop here.
The song has changed while I was reeling from the mini conversation that I've just had with Arizona. I look through the crowd to try and find her. I look past scrunchies and off the shoulder shirt, but no sign of her. I'm twisting my head in every direction possible to catch another glimpse of her. Nope, the blonde girl has disappeared. Screw it, I wasn't going to actually talk to her anyways. I finish my food and head in the direction of the nearest garbage, which I know is outside.
I push the door open to almost hit a figure. "Shoot, I'm sorry," I offer an apology. Thank God it didn't hit them. Again, the pretty blonde in question is in my space. Now that I get a full view of her outfit, it's really cute. How she manages to look good in her colorful tutu and tights? I don't know.
I finally see her dimples in all their glory as she asks,"First Doritos, now a door? Are you out to kill me, Callie?" Callie? She knows my name? How does she? Who told her? When did she learn it? I'm not kidding when I say we've never had a conversation.
She speaks up again,"Hey, your name is Callie right? because this is the second time you've ignored me tonight." Her pitch is louder than earlier. Is she upset with me? I mean she's ignored my existence for the past two years of my life, so no, I don't see her point.
"It is Callie. I guess I was just surprised that you even knew my name," I mutter. Wait no I don't want her thinking I'm lamer than she already thinks I am. "Umm, forget I even said that." That was so stupid of me. I continue on my path to the garbage bin, leaving her standing there.
I let go of the offending plate and cup in my hands and head back to the door, which unfortunately is towards Arizona. Once I'm close enough to the door I hear her call out my name. This time is much softer as she says, "Callie." It's breathy and for some reason, I stop at the sound of it. I go up a little closer to her and wait for her to go on. She must have something to say.
The shorter girl continues, "I'm confused. Of course, I know your name and I'm sure you know mine. We've been in this school together since freshman year."
"Yet, this is the first time you've spoken to me." I shoot her a look.
"It's the first time you've spoken to me too so," she says as she gives me a look of her own. She's right, I could have spoken to her before this too. She's friendly enough to talk to. I just never thought of it this way. Usually, it's the popular kids who reach out to the not-so-popular ones. In the case of my and Addison's friendship, that's exactly how it was.
"Yeah, I guess so. You're always with people though so I never wanted to just insert myself you know?" My word choice might make me seem creepy but it's too late to take them back. I've basically just admitted to watching her.
"True but you seem to like your own company. Sometimes you seem so unapproachable like you really don't want to be here," she replies. Wow. So she's been watching me too? The more you know.
I smile a little before saying," It's school I definitely don't want to be here and I've gotten good at letting people know that. I like it that way. My only regret now is giving off that vibe to you. You're the kind of person that would make anyone excited to be here." Tonight is the night of word vomit. I already started an embarrassing streak and I've just put the icing on the cake.
She tilts her head up t me, "Well if that's the case we should talk more. Yeah?"
"Sure, yeah," I shrug.
"I'm serious Callie Don't be a stranger." With that, she goes back to the party. It's insane that she spoke to me today out of all days. I have no complaints though. I follow her lead and head back inside. I decide to stand by the door. I don't have to look through the crowd as I see Arizona right away. She's dancing quite closely with Mark. Their moves don't qualify as grinding, but it's too close for my liking. I've never heard a rumor or anything about them dating. Are they dating? Well they shouldn't be, Mark is an awesome guy but he gets around. He's an upperclassman so all the girls love him. I don't get to have an opinion, we aren't even friends so I'll stay over here and look on in silence.
Not much longer after Addison comes to find me. Good, my best friend can serve as a diversion. Addison comes to stand next to me.
"Having fun?" She queries.
I answer,"As much fun as I'm going to have. On the other hand, I think everyone else had a blast."
"Yeah?"
"You did amazing sweetie, everyone's having a great time.
"So let's go have even more fun. Let's go dance," She uses both her thumb and neck to point to the dance floor. I know where the floor is, she doesn't have to do that.
Despite my lack of interest in school dances, I really like dancing. I'm quite good at it. Around the room there are pictures posted of popular 80s dance moves so we could follow along. I like the wop the most. I break out the shoulder and lower body motions and groove to the beat. Addison tries to copy my actions. We go on dancing for another three minutes until the song changed again. The Robocop move catches my eye. It's a lot more arm movements. I make a go at it. Addison opted out. I figure my moves are too gnarly for her.
"Addison, you can go in, I'm going home."
Arizona invited us back to her house for an afterparty of some sorts. Two interactions are good enough for me for tonight. I can't help but feel this is part of some big joke. The only thing is that Addison would never prank me, she wouldn't let me come here if it was like that. She's friends with Arizona's friends so she would know what's up.
"Nope, you're coming," she pulls me by a hand up to the front door. She tries the knob and its open. She takes a step inside and I'm right behind her. It's almost completely dark inside. Whoa. Addison doesn't stop, she keeps on walking.
"Hi, guys! Over here!" A voice screams out. The area from where they call out has a lantern or something in the middle. I can now see the bodies around it.
"Z are they the last ones? 'Cause now I can go lock the door." That sounded like a guy whereas the previous voice sounded more like a girl. I assume she said yes because I feel a wid zipping past us.
Arizona asks and instructs at the same time, "Callie? Addison? Come sit." We oblige. We take seats on the floor next to Alex and Lexie. The person who went to close the door comes back to sit. It's Sloan. There's also a bottle in the center of the floor.
"Since the last people have arrived we can really get started. We were playing spin the bottle, but now the game has upgraded to seven minutes in heaven. Here's the hat with all your names in it," the blonde raises the clothing item that's in her hand. She pulls out two pieces of paper and read them. She reads her own name along with Mark's.
"No way that's true. You did that on purpose!" I can barely make out who said that but I'm pretty sure it's Jackson.
She scoffs at his remark, "He wishes! I don't want seven minutes anywhere in private with Mark. I'm picking again." Sheesh, at least she knows better. She dips her hand once again. She picks Alex's name out of the hat. She doesn't turn him down. She may like him, like him more than she does Mark in that way.
The game goes on, some other people are paired up. I don't know who, honestly I don't care who. That's until Addison's name is called. She gets to spend time with Derek. That's neither here nor there. Some other names get picked. My focus is on Arizona who seems too okay to be put with Alex. It's a game, Callie, relax.
My name is called with Cristina's. I'm made aware of this because a couple whistles were aimed at us. It seems like the entire room is entertained by the idea. The entire room except the person paired with Alex. Maybe I'm making things up to fit my narrative. She could find it interesting too, I'm the one that doesn't want her to. Mark and Lexies's names are called next. The game goes on.
At this point, everyone has a partner. Arizona comes over my way, to take Alex's hand. They go off into the darkness. I get up to get Cristina. She looks up at me while making a face. I stand corrected, she's the one person who isn't thrilled with our paring. Cristina voices, "I'll go along with this crap. We can go somewhere together, but no funny business."
"Yes ma'am," I nod affirmatively. We simply go to the back of the living room. No light is there, we can do whatever we want. That sentiment matches the song that blares through Arizona's sound system. Someone put on music to drown out the activities. Whoever turned on the speakers chose Miley Cyrus's, "We Can't Stop." I know Cristina and I won't be doing anything. I start playing a game on my phone. It's like the bootleg Candy Crush. When I'm done, I give her a try and we alternate like that for the remainder of our time in 'heaven.'
While Cristina is trying to beat my score, it is announced that the seven minutes are up. Cristina and I make our way back to circle. I soon see Addison and Derek come back from their corner. As she gets closer I see that her hair is a mess. I wonder what they were doing? I'll just ask her.
"Hmm, nice hair," I mockingly state.
"Derek thought so too, that's why it's a mess." I hear that loud and clear! I mean people can't have sex in seven minutes can they? Nah, she wouldn't. We're both virgins. She wouldn't just have sex for the first time at some random gathering with some random guy. Nope, that's not my best friend. Or is it? As I'm about to ask her what really happened, I spot Arizona and Alex coming back, hand in hand.
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