Back by popular demand and heavily inspired by Taylor Swift. Really, I was still infatuated with this verse and Rachael said she wouldn't be opposed to reading more so I decided to go ahead and crank this out. Hopefully it doesn't suck out loud and if it does well then... I'm just going to blame this nasty case of bronchitis I'm fighting. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter!

you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
-Taylor Swift's "Mine"

She stood in front of her full length mirror frowning at her body as she pulled at her sweater, picking at the fraying waist of her favorite pair of jeans. Her auburn hair fell over her shoulder in a messy braid as she contemplated bothering with her contacts of not before deciding it was better if she didn't – the last thing she wanted to do was spend her first date with Callie blinking like crazy because her contacts felt weird. Addison sighed heavily; her first date with Callie was that evening and she wanted to look nice but an inconspicuous kind of nice because she still had to make it downstairs and out the front door past both her parents who would question things if she looked too good as she made her way out the front door.

A glance at the clock told her that she didn't have time to worry about it any longer, Callie would be waiting in her driveway within moments. She slung her bag over her shoulder and sprinted down the front staircase, hoping she could dart out the front door without an inquisition but her mother's throat clearing stopped her on a dime. "I'm going out with Callie," she explained quietly. "It's Friday night and I've already got all my homework done."

"You two have been spending a lot of time together lately," her father commented as he glanced up from the papers he was grading.

"She's my best friend," she offered by way of explanation. "We're always together."

"Addison," Bizzy began and the redhead barely refrained from rolling her eyes. "Socializing is wonderful for a woman of your age but wouldn't you rather spend time with Aria or someone... Not like Calliope."

"Mom," Addison whined. "Please tell me you're not toting Lucia's line of crap. Callie is not any less human or deserving of friends just because she's into girls and guys."

"I'm just saying that you have an obligation to this fam-"

"I have an obligation to my friend that I said I would spend time with this evening," Addison cut her mother off, something she had never dared to do before. "I am almost eighteen years old, mother, and I am going out with Callie tonight. I'll probably stay the night over at the Torres' tonight. You and Lucia can discuss it all at the club." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the house with a rattling slam to the door behind her. It was liberating in a way that made her nearly hyperventilate; for years she had been a victim of her mother's bullying and to finally stand up to her felt freeing in a way she hadn't expected.

Callie's car was idling at the end of the driveway and she sprinted the distance to the car, throwing herself in and after casting a quick glance behind them to make sure they didn't have an audience she pressed her lips to the brunette's. It was a quick kiss, daring and fast, and ended soon after it began. She breathed against Callie's lips as she grinned. "Hi."

"Hi," Callie laughed as she pulled away to put the car in drive and take off. "What's gotten into you?"

"I may have told off my mother on my way out the door," she spoke quietly.

The brunette nearly slammed on the brakes. "What? You, Addison Adrienne Forbes-Montgomery, stood up to Bizzy? Are you for real?"

"She tried to keep me from seeing you," Addison explained as she tossed her bag on the floorboard and relaxed into her seat, angling her body so she could look at the driver. "I just got so angry that she would try to keep us apart because god forbid I do something unseemly. You're my best friend. She's not keeping me away from you."

At a vacant red light, Callie leaned over and pressed her lips briefly to the redhead's. "I'm a lot more than your best friend, I think."

"Yeah but she doesn't need to know that... yet." Addison sighed. Coming out hadn't been a walk in the park for Callie but Callie was confidence personified – she had jumped in and powered through the mess that followed, never looking back and taking all the consequences that followed. Addison was much more timid, reserved, and she wanted desperately to make her parents happy. "I... I'm not ashamed or anything."

"I get it," Callie promised. "That's something you have to do on your own time, Addie. You don't have to explain it to me, okay? Just because I'm out doesn't mean that you have to be."

"Thank you," she breathed.

"Plus, my mom be ready to douse me in holy water but daddy's come around pretty well... I somehow doubt that Bizzy and the Captain would go quite so easy on you."

Addie laughed. "No. I'm pretty sure that Bizzy's head would spin around while she vomited split pea soup."

"That's disgusting." Callie shook her head as she glanced over at the redhead riding shotgun. When she had broken up with Arizona, this was the last thing she had expected to happen; sure, she had always thought Addie was beautiful and brilliant but she never thought she would look her way twice when she could have any guy that she wanted if she ever looked up from her books. "So what's in your bag, bookworm? You know this is a date, right?"

"Clothes," she explained. "I figured I was staying at your place tonight."

"Really, Montgomery, you think I put out on a first date? I may be a cheerleader but I'm not that easy."

Addison sputtered and Callie laughed heartily before she got a punch to the shoulder. "You are mean."

"Yes, I am." She shook her head and smiled. "Of course you're staying the night; there's no way I can send you home to Bizzy after you just started a war."

"Gee thanks." Addison rolled her eyes. "There may also be a book in there. Cosmos by Carl Sagan."

"My girlfriend is such a nerd."

The redhead would be a liar if she said her breath didn't hitch at the label.

It took the better part of thirty minutes to get the restaurant outside of their hometown; it was probably an unnecessary precaution but it was one Addison appreciated nonetheless, though as far as she was concerned they could have at McDonald's at the city park and it would have been the perfect date. She had never been on a date before (unless you counted Mark Sloan taking her skating in sixth grade) and Callie intended to pull out all the stops. The restaurant was a small family owned affair on the beach and Callie quickly rounded the car to greet Addison after she parked.

Their fingers laced together and the redhead canted into her side as they walked towards the front door. "Cal, this is too much."

"Don't worry about it," she whispered in her ear. "Daddy reinstated my allowance and made sure mami knew that he wasn't going to disown me no matter how much she damned my less than heterosexual soul."

"Cal-"

"Addie," Callie sighed. "Let's just enjoy tonight, okay?"

"Okay," she relented and tilted her head to kiss Callie's jaw. "Hey Callie?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm really glad we're doing this," she confessed.

The brunette smiled and turned to catch her a quick kiss before opening the door for her. "Me too, Addie. Me too."

After dinner, they found themselves walking along the shoreline as the sun sank below the horizon and Callie hummed some old tune she had picked up from her grandmother on a family vacation back to Cuba several summers prior. Addison walked slightly ahead, stopping to pick up stones and cast them back into the water as they walked before Callie caught her hand and pulled her in for a slow kiss, their most passionate to date. The redhead pulled away breathlessly and grinned. "What was that for?"

"Just because," Callie explained.

"It's getting late," she lamented. "We should get going soon."

"Or we could just camp out here on the beach all night," Callie suggested.

"Now you're just trying to kill our mothers," the redhead countered with a chuckle.

"Or we could runaway together."

"After graduation," Addison told her with a grin. "I'm not running away without my diploma."

"Ugh," Callie sighed. "Nerd."

"It's part of why you find me so hot," Addison countered.

"Fair enough."

The night ending found them back at the Torres mansion and sprawled across Callie's bed in their pajamas. Addison leaned back against the headboard with fingers lost in Callie's riotous curls and the brunette's head in her lap as she read aloud from the book she had brought with her, stopping every few pages to explain something that the other woman had a question about.

"You two are disgusting," Aria Torres complained as she entered the room without knocking and flopped across her big sister's bed.

Addison chucked a pillow at the fifteen year old and Callie gave the girl a slight kick in the ribs. Growing up together, the redhead was close with both the Torres sisters but as seniors in high school the two and a half year age gap between them and the freshman Aria had never felt wider. Still, in spite of Lucia's misgivings, the girl remained ever faithful to her big sister and Addie knew she would walk through fire for Callie's happiness.

"Get out of my room, you brat," Callie ordered as she shoved at her sister with her foot.

"Fine," Aria whined. "Just thought you two should know that mami is on the phone with Bizzy and neither of them sound very happy."

"What else is new?"

"Mami promised Bizzy something about bed checks," the girl explained. "Thought you should know."

Callie sighed. "You're a good snoop, Ari."

"Should I go sleep in Aria's room," Addison asked.

"No way in hell," Callie told her. "Just... I'll sleep on the floor tonight – you can take the bed."

"I am not taking your bed."

"You are too," she argued. "My girlfriend is not sleeping on the floor."

"Well my girlfriend isn't getting kicked out of her own bed," Addison countered.

Aria rolled her eyes. "Why don't you both share the bed like you always do and have always done since you were little kids? Mami might think it's weirder if she comes in and finds one of you on the floor when there's supposed to be nothing going on."

"She has a point."

"I always do," Aria interjected. "And I will sleep on the floor. So the parents think it's nothing but a sleepover. Just... Keep your hands to yourselves."

"We can do that."

"Thank you, Aria," Addison told her friend and pulled her in for a hug. "I love you, even if Callie thinks your a big pain in the ass."

"I've always told daddy to trade you two," Aria countered as they both looked at Callie who glared back at them.

Addison laughed. "You know you're my favorite, Cal."

"Yeah," Aria agreed. "She doesn't want to suck face with me."

"No one wants to suck face with you, twerp," Callie countered as she kicked at her sister and sat up to pull Addison to her, her lips finding the redhead's neck. "Get out of my room and come back at bedtime, you pain in the ass."

"I'm gone," Aria promised. "Get all the face sucking out of the way before I get back, please."

When the door closed behind Aria, Addison turned and quirked an eyebrow at Callie. "Girlfriend? Twice in one night."

"Well," she sighed. "If the shoe fits then wear it."

"Mhmm. You know what you should do," she asked. "Kiss your girlfriend."

"That's a damn good plan."

That night when Lucia Torres went to perform the promised bed check she found her youngest daughter sprawled across the foot of her oldest daughter's bed, Callie curled up in a ball against the headboard, and Addison on top of the covers and nearly falling off as Aria's legs pushed against hers. Sighing peacefully, she left the room happily to report to her best friend that nothing was amiss with their daughters to the best of her knowledge.