Title: The Tale Of Arizona Robbins (1/?)
Author: Rosalie Duquesne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the character Arizona Robbins or Calliope Torres, nor do I own the show Grey's Anatomy. This story is for entertainment purposes and not for monetary gain of any kind.
Summary: A story revealing the details of the life of Arizona Robbins from her teenage years to adulthood. CalZona in later chapters.
A/N: Heyy CalZona fans ! I've had this idea for a little while now and now that I'm on vacation I can type it up and hopefully you guys will like it ! This whole fic is in AZ's point of view. I also have another idea but I want to keep that on hold for a little bit until I get into the groove of this fic and the other one I have up. I only have this chp and part of the second chp up, but i want you all to review so i can see if you want me to continue...So I hope you guys like it ! Please review !
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I'm gay. At least I think I am. I mean I've never been attracted to men. Well at least not the ones I see in school. Practically all of them are either too into their looks, something Arizona did view as important, but they took it way too far.
The lacrosse team was made up of the majority of the guys in her age group, resulting in their fit, toned bodies in which they took quite a bit of pride.
Too much pride if you ask me, Arizona thought to herself.
It was her last week in middle school and Arizona had become preoccupied with many things. Cleaning out her locker, finding something to do this summer vacation with her friends, and most important figuring out who she was.
Many a time, she found herself being interrogated by her close friends as to why she had never had a boyfriend.
"I mean it's not like you're not hot," her friend Trystan had said.
Arizona's light brown tresses flowed down her back gracefully, falling mid-back, complementing her sky blue orbs and high cheekbones. She had a smile that could send anybody with a pulse mad, and a body that people would kill for. Still at a young age, her breasts were still developing, albeit considerably slower than the rest of her friends, much to her dismay; her toned stomach and small waist added to her curvy figure as her hips and round bottom completed her hourglass shape. She found her closet constantly stocked with shorts and mini-skirts, only two pairs of jeans hidden somewhere she could not recall. She believed her legs to be her best feature. From young, her mother had enrolled her in a series of sports, tennis, volleyball, soccer, and even basketball, but the only one that stuck was swimming.
Arizona loved the water. Enrolled in swimming at age seven, she quickly learned to swim and soon found herself entering competition after competition. Her strict diet and training regiment had given her the muscular, shapely legs and toned body envied by most of the female population of the school.
She vaguely remembered trying out for cheerleading, but she ended up leaving tryouts within fifteen minutes upon seeing the ridiculously animated smiles they were required to have upon their faces.
Needless to say, Arizona's physical features did not mar her, in any form or fashion, from having a boyfriend, nor did her bright personality. However, these conversations happened a bit too frequently for her liking, but, nonetheless, Arizona was grateful, for it gave her the boost she needed to figure out for herself why indeed she had never had a boyfriend. She had summed it up to the fact that she just wasn't attracted to any of the guys who seemed interested. But soon, she found herself not seeming interested in men on a whole.
Her friends would swoon over pictures of gorgeous stars such as George Clooney, while she had a poster of (?) in her room. One which she found herself staring at a bit too often.
She knew the answer. She had known the answer for a while now. But it wasn't until today, her last day of middle school, that she decided to accept it. She was gay. Arizona Robbins was gay.
Sighing, she placed the last of her books from her locker into her bag, other items in a small box at her feet. She closed the locker and picked up the box, pausing to take one last look at the school she was leaving behind.
"Zona!"
Trystan Morgan briskly walked up to her, box in hand as well.
"I am so excited for this summer, it's going to be awesome!"
Arizona smiled at her best friend, always enjoying her extreme enthusiasm when it came to anything else but school.
"I know! It's going to be so awesome," Arizona grinned.
"We are going to have so much fun, I can't believe that you're actually coming with me to Miami!"
"I can't wait either Trys."
The two of them exited the school building chatting animatedly about their endless plans to go shopping, to the beach, to the movies, sleepovers and everything else they could think of.
"Hey, you're dropping me home right?" Arizona asked.
Trystan nodded, "Uh huh. My cousins are picking us up. Michael is eighteen, but Joanne is only a year older than us. She's coming with us to Miami, you'll love her. There they are!"
Looking up, Arizona saw a bright red convertible stop directly in front of them and her eyes widened. The car was gorgeous and shone brilliantly in the sunlight, but it was not the car that made Arizona's heart beat faster.
In the front passenger seat was a dark, curly-haired beauty, with green eyes that sent shivers down Arizona's spine. As she climbed out of the car Arizona could not help but take in her appearance. Dressed stylishly in a pair of black shorts and a simple white tee that ended right above the waistline of the shorts. She donned a pair of black and white sneakers and black shades that she perched on top her head as she hugged Trystan tightly.
Arizona was so entranced by the amazing creature that stood before that she did not hear Trystan talking to her.
"What? Say that again?"
"I said that this is my cousin, Joanne. Joanne this is my friend Arizona, the one that's coming with us to Miami."
A smile etched onto the brunette's face, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Smiling her famous dimpled smile Arizona held out her hand, "Nice to meet you Joanne."
Shaking her hand gently Joanne replied, "You too. You and Trystan must be very close, because all she could talk about is how great you were and how much fun we're going to have in Miami."
Arizona's smiled widened as she nodded, "Yup, we're going to have a super time!"
Joanne chuckled at Arizona's enthusiasm and helped the girls into the car. Arizona's face remained red the whole time, slightly embarrassed by her over excited response to Joanne.
Michael and Joanne decided to treat the girls to ice cream for their last day of school, stopping at the girls' favourite ice cream parlour. It was a small place situated in the back of the plaza. No one really knew about it, which made it only more special to the two best friends.
Arizona found her mind wandering to the brunette seated next to her quite often. The way her dark curls bounced on her shoulders when she laughed. The way her green eyes lit up when she told a joke, waiting for everyone else to laugh at the ridiculously cheesy punch line. Which they all did, Arizona the last to stop laughing.
She had learned a lot about the two of them that evening, but she was much more interested in learning about Joanne. She found out that Joanne was the main attacker of the volleyball team in her school, that she enjoyed going to the beach as often as she could, that she loved to read and that her favourite colour was burgundy.
As the evening drew to a close they dropped Arizona off at her house. She was disappointed to leave, but she knew she had to. Saying her final goodbyes to the group she entered her house with a loud, "I'm home!" before running up the stairs into her room. She threw her bag onto her bed and dropped her box on the floor.
Flopping onto the bed, she buried her face into her pillow she groaned loudly into it as she came to a sudden realization.
She had her first crush. Her first crush, on her best friend's cousin. A crush on her best friend's female cousin. Oh yeah, she's definitely gay.