AN: Hey. So, this is the first time i am ever writing a story all by myself and publishing it for the whole world to see. i hope you guys like it. All encouraging comments will be very welcomed. yep. i am asking for encouragement here.
happy reading
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The morning light filtered through the large bedroom windows and tickled the soft flesh of the eyelids of the tan woman. She was lying on her stomach in her usual starfish position. The satin sheets were failing miserably in covering the soft flesh of her body. The light along with the coolness she felt on her naked skin were unusual and were pulling her out from the world of possibilities that we call dreams. The more she became aware of the real world, the more prominent her headache got, it felt like her head was about to explode into a million pieces. Her breath still reeked of alcohol, a daunting proof of her over consumption of the particular liquid last night. She couldn't remember even a millisecond of what had occurred last night and the exhaustion she felt combined with the headache, was too overwhelming to allow her to even try. If she had to attribute a good thing to this morning, then it was that she at least didn't have any urge to throw up unlike the many past experiences she had with hangover.
A deep groan escaped her dry lips, her throat crying out for water. She was never a morning person and this hangover was making her even lazier. She tried one last time to ignore everything and sleep so she didn't have to face the despair that her life had become now. But the try was vain as the headache made itself known with more intensity. This time it was a deep sigh that escaped her lips as she realized that getting up was inevitable.
She began to stretch her body, trying to move the tired and sore muscles when her hand hit some foreign object in her bed. The contact startled her for a moment and she stilled her movements, mid-stretch. She tried to search her mind, trying to figure out what it could be but came up empty. Though the easiest and most sensible way would have been to simply turn around and see with her own eyes what this mystery object was. But the truth was that inside, she was scared. In some deep corner of her unconscious mind she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good. But her conscious mind was too far gone, and the worst scenarios started going through her head. What if she stole something or worst what if she stole something from him.
"Oh God! Was I that drunk?" she questioned herself.
She sent a silent prayer to God and took a deep breath as she started turning around. But all thoughts and scenarios went out the window when her eyes landed on the source of her curiosity. Her mind went numb completely. Her body was stiff and motionless like a magnificent statue. Minutes passed as she sat motionless on the bed, with an empty and shell shocked mind.
"What the hell!" she finally muttered, her heart beating erratically in her chest. Because lying on the other side of the bed was not a what but a whom.
Her mind went on overdrive trying to remember anything about the guy that was lying on her bed. The guy had his back to her and was totally covered by the sheets. He had the pillow on his head rather than below it. But she could see a few strands of blonde hair. The only thing visible was the top of his white shirt. His state of being clothed suddenly made her aware of her own state of nakedness. Her cheeks immediately turned red when her mind made sense of what might have happened last night and she immediately got up from the bed.
'All you have to do is get to the closet without making too much noise and put some clothes on. You can do that' she thought, coming up with a fool proof plan, all the while encouraging herself.
But turned out that her hungover self, ruined the previously thought 'fool proof' plan. She almost tripped over her own feet twice before she almost fell on the closet door with a thud and then began nervously shuffling through the clothes, making all sorts of noises. The truth was that she was flustered because of the situation she found herself in. It was not that she was shy about having sex, but couldn't remember anything about her companion and now he was in her home and that unsettled her. But most of all, she was already getting all sorts of stares from the people in the hospital and she didn't know if this person was from the hospital. If he was then he could make things even worse.
"I'm just so stupid. I had to get extremely drunk and sleep with this douche. Whoever he is. I hope he is at least good looking. And I didn't sleep with a weird looking jerk. But who knows. I was drunk. I am so crazy. Maybe the guy was acceptable if I let him stay here for the night. Yeah that could be." She kept on talking to herself, ranting, trying to give words to her thoughts. But what she didn't realize was that the rant that started as incomprehensible mumbling when she started putting on her pants had increased into a full blown loud conversation with her own self as she was about to wear a shirt.
"Calliope! Are you okay?" a sleepy voiced asked.
That question effectively stopped her in her tracks, with her head and one arm through the shirt, as the other arm dangled freely. She wasn't completely 100% sure but she thought that the groggy voice sounded fairly feminine. And not just that but the voice had called her Calliope.
'It was just your imagination.' She tried to ease herself with her thoughts.
With the shirt half on she slowly turned around and her face looked like she had been electrocuted. Because for the second time in a few minutes she was shocked to her core. Because whom she thought was a blonde guy, was actually a blonde woman. She was sitting on her bed, with a sleepy face, messed up hair, crumpled clothes on and rubbing her eyes probably trying to get rid of the sleep. She had a worried expression on her face as she anxiously looked at Callie.
Callie for her part, was still shocked rather the correct word would be traumatized. She couldn't understand anything. There was a girl in her bed and she was naked when she woke up. Her mind couldn't come up with the conclusion that was oh so obvious.
"Are you gonna wear that shirt completely or is this how you like to walk around home?" the woman asked with a hint of jest in her voice.
She was now standing next to Callie, and that question suddenly brought her out of her inner turmoil.
"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my home." Callie suddenly burst out in anger.
She took a few steps back trying to create space between this woman and herself. She needed answers about her current situation. And it looked like that only this woman had them. The other woman looked taken aback by the sudden outburst until suddenly realization dawned on her face.
"You don't remember anything, do you?" the other woman said it more like a statement. "You were pretty drunk."
"Just answer the damn question." Callie hissed at the woman.
Hearing the woman's statement opened all new vistas for Callie and suddenly she had an epiphany. She was drunk and she clearly didn't remember the other woman from the sober memories she had from yesterday. So, it meant that the woman had taken advantage of her in her drunk and vulnerable state. And so it was a proof that she didn't purposefully sleep with a woman. She could never sleep with a 'woman'.
"My name is Ari…" the woman started speaking.
"You took advantage of me while I was drunk." Callie barked back her new revelation at the other woman.
The other woman who until now was very calm, suddenly became furious. It looked like she had enough of an angry and disrespecting Callie.
"You were the one who kept staring at me all night." The woman replied with a voice filled to the brim with anger. She had a finger pointing at Callie as she took a step towards Callie.
"You are the one who sent me drinks." Another step.
"You are the one who wouldn't stop hitting on me." another step.
"And you are the one who followed me out of the bar when I left." The woman was now just a few inches away from Callie, the finger that she was pointing with was now touching Callie's chest. "And you have the audacity to say that I took advantage of you." The woman was practically fuming.
Callie was overwhelmed because of the closeness with a woman she had most probably slept with last night. Now that she was this close to the woman, she couldn't help but notice her features, running her eyes over the blonde's face and appreciating the woman in front of her. Until her eyes landed on the deep blue eyes which were filled with fury that she snapped out 'a bit'.
"I… I… you… I didn't… you don't…" Callie tried but words were failing her because her mind was too busy being enthralled by the woman to help her.
"Oh so now you don't have words." the other woman scoffed as she turned around and walked out of the room.
As the woman moved away, Callie released a breath she didn't know she was holding and followed the other woman.
'She is lying. I would never hit on a woman. I don't even like woman that way.' Callie thought justifying things.
"Who the hell do you think you are? First you take advantage of a drunken woman and then you have the courage to blame things on me. I might not remember anything but that doesn't mean I would let you take advantage of that." she scoffed. "Well, at least not more than you have already taken." Callie went on a panicked anger spree and there was no coming back now.
"I should probably call the police. Have you stolen anything? I don't even know what kind of a person you are. Oh my god, I don't even know if you have STDs. Did you give me something?"
"Shut up!" the other woman screamed when she had enough. "Think whatever you want, I don't care. I am out of here."
"That's the best thing you have said since I saw your face. Get out! Now!" Callie shouted back.
"Whatever" the blonde said as she left and slammed the door behind her.
While Callie was left shocked and still unable to understand what actually had happened. She was so confused. Her mind was unable to understand what she had done or what had happened. Before she could actually sit and process the events of the day, her eyes landed on the clock and she realized she needed to hurry up if she wanted to get to the hospital on time for her shift.
"Somebody is doing the walk of shame." Teddy teased as she saw Arizona enter the apartment. "You are fast Robbins, scoring the day you came to the city. Go girl." She cheered extending her hand towards her childhood best friend for a high five.
Arizona just glared at Teddy, sending invisible daggers her way. She passed Teddy, ignoring the hand that was awaiting her response and plopped down on the sofa.
"What? Wasn't the girl good enough." Teddy inquired with pure curiosity. "At least tell me she was good looking."
"I didn't sleep with anyone okay." Arizona finally replied with a voice full of irritation. "Now leave me alone." She swatted her hands towards Teddy shooing her away.
"Oh yeah you didn't. You were just sleeping next to a woman doing nothing. Right?" Teddy scoffed and rolled her eyes as she taunted Arizona. But seeing the look on her face, Teddy suddenly stopped.
"Oh my god! That is exactly what happened, isn't it." Teddy asked as she stared at Arizona's angry face. "But why? I don't understand."
Arizona took a deep breath trying to calm her anger.
"Well when we reached her place, she started crying and was totally drunk." Arizona said and chanced a glance towards Teddy who had her mouth hung open just staring at her friend. "So I sat her down, gave her water and you know consoled her and all. Like any normal person would do." Arizona replied feeling embarrassed about the events of last night.
"Yeah. Totally. Any normal person would do that." Teddy tried to control her growing smirk almost successfully, almost.
"Wipe that grin off your face Altman." Arizona warned with a threatening tone. But now Teddy was supporting a full blown smirk. "Okay I won't tell you what happened then." Arizona threatened.
That straightened Teddy and the smirk quickly disappeared from her face. Arizona didn't know what she would do if Teddy didn't listen to her because she really needed to vent out. Then she proceeded to explain the events that took place till the time she was kicked out.
At that Teddy burst out laughing, tears running down her face as she held her stomach and fell on the floor.
"She… she kicked you out." Teddy managed to say in between laughs. "That's just priceless. I would have loved to see you face then." Teddy couldn't imagine how Arizona would have looked like. She was picturing a deer caught in the headlights look on Arizona's face and that was proving to be very funny for her.
"Hey don't make fun of me." Arizona huffed trying to stop her cheeks from getting red.
"So let me get this straight. You didn't get to sleep with the girl rather you spent the night helping her, then she blamed you for taking advantage of her and kicked you out." Teddy said after she had finally calmed down.
"yes." Arizona replied with an angry face.
"Welcome to Seattle Arizona Robbins." Teddy said and started laughing again while Arizona just huffed and threw a cushion at her laughing friend trying to make her stop.