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Well, hello. Since I'm on summer break I'll be writing more often which means you guys should be able to get more frequent updates. So here's Chapter 7, enjoy!

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Dedicated to Derns

"Why does Sloan have to have her around us?" Callie said throwing her just folded shirt into a corner of her bed angrily.

"Because she's his partner," Addison responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That doesn't mean they have to be around us all the time!" the Latina shouted turning to look at her best friend.

The redhead shrugged, "I don't see what your problem is with her. She's really nice."

Callie grunted, "When did you become a member of the Arizona Robbins fan club?"

"I'm not a member of her fan club; I'm just saying that if you weren't so busy being a bitch to the girl maybe you'd see that she's a really nice person."

Callie glared at her best friend, "I'm not being a bitch, Addison."

"Uh, yes you are. The only thing that happened was that you met someone who you had come to like and because that person wasn't a guy, as you expected, you're gonna sulk and shun the girl? If you liked The_Marine when you two were talking over the phone, why can't you look past gender and be friends with her?" Addison reasoned taking up the shirt Callie threw on the bed, folding it and putting it in the other woman's drawer.

"Because that's deception, Addison!" Callie said following her roommate as she tidied the room.

Addison stopped and looked at Callie, "No. That's you being a bitch, Cal." Callie huffed and left the room.

A few minutes later she walked through the doors of the theater hall; it was the only place that she was able to think properly. She sat in one of the fold out seats in a dark corner of the hall and watched as the university's male drama ensemble practiced their latest play. She watched the men move around the stage and watched as the director stopped them every five minutes. Her mind eventually drifted to the reason she was sitting there watching men getting frustrated. Arizona Robbins.

She did not hate Arizona, not in the least, she actually liked her…romantically but no one knew that, not even her best friends. She was Callie Torres, she liked penis, and everyone knew that. However in the final year of undergrad school she felt a pull towards another female student, Erica Hahn. She had originally thought that it was simply because they were good friends and had gotten really close but after Erica had kissed her one night she realized that she really did have feelings for the other woman…feelings she normally had for guys. Now in her second year of graduate school, those feelings were back and they were for another blue eyed blonde. The difference between two years ago and now was that her feelings for Arizona were much stronger than whatever she had for Erica. Callie blushed slightly when she remembered the first time she had felt those feelings towards Arizona. It was long before she had almost hit the blonde with a softball and even longer before she had met Christian.

It was fifteen minutes into the second Biochemistry class for the semester and Burke had successfully bored Callie to death. The Latina's attention was now focused on the doodles that were coming to life as she flipped the corners of her pages. When she had flipped through her little cartoon for what felt like the hundredth time she glanced over at Addison. The redhead was busy making use of her iPad…to fix her hair and apply her makeup. Callie chuckled and rolled her eyes at her best friend. She looked to her left and saw Mark sleeping on his opened textbook. Callie looked at the clock above the professor's head and whispered, "Thirty-five minutes before I get out of this hell hole." She turned back to her book and decided to draw a cartoon of Burke getting hit by a bus. She smiled as she drew the picture of the stick figure with dark hair being hit by an oncoming bus. An almost inaudible creaking from the door behind her caused her to glance around. Peeking through the door was a pair of grey-green eyes and some strands of blonde hair. The person caught Callie's eyes and smiled before looking at Burke. Lucky for the blonde, the professor's back was turned. She made a quick entrance into the room; Callie was surprised to see not one blonde woman enter the room but two blondes. The two sat in the row in front of Callie, Mark and Addison, shared a grin and a high-five. When the second and shorter of the two blondes had turned to smile with her friend, Callie's breath hitched. The woman was beautiful and she fell in love with her dimpled smile right there. Callie smiled at how the blonde's eyes seemed to shine when smiled.

Burke's voice brought the Latina out of her thoughts, "Ms. Robbins," the blonde that was Callie's focus looked up from her book, "Can you please tell us what the is the main cause of cellular retardation?"

Callie watched as the blonde thought for a brief second, "FIND ANSWER AND WRITE IN." She chuckled as she saw Burke scowl and the woman smirk.

"She's badass," Callie said to herself.

When the man had turned away to answer a question another student posed Robbins did a dance in her seat causing her shoulder length, loose curls to bounce around.

Despite that it was months before Callie was able to hold a conversation with the blonde and it was also the first time she was able to see Arizona's eyes properly. She had known that her eyes were blue, but there was something else about her eyes that Callie did not pick up until she saw them up close.

"Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna throw the ball, Sloan?" the short Asian woman shouted.

"This takes skill, Yang. You can't just throw it," Mark replied still sizing the batter up.

"Throwing a ball takes having a brain! That explains why you're yet to throw it!" a collective laughter came from everyone around, except Mark.

Mark twisted his neck from side to side, "You ready, Cal?"

"I've been ready since forever, Mark. Just throw the ball," Callie replied as she swiveled her bat from side to side.

Mark shrugged, "Okay."

Callie watched the yellow ball approach her and swung her bat around, giving it a sound hit. She shielded her eyes with her hand and watched as the ball went over Sam's head and continued.

"What the hell, Torres?" Mark said jogging off to retrieve the ball.

"How many points does our team get for hitting a blonde?" Cristina asked from her position by the tree. When Callie heard this she took off behind Mark.

When she saw the blonde that Cristina was referring to her heart rate sped up and she slowed to a walk. During the short walk over to where Arizona and Mark were standing, the Latina composed herself and managed to put an apologetic smile on her face.

"Uh, sorry about that, I really didn't expect that to go that far…at all." Callie was impressed, so far she was talking to the blonde and making perfect sense.

"Uh…it's okay. I didn't get hit or anything so it's alright," Arizona gave her signature dimpled smile and Callie was sure her eyes glazed over at the sight of those perfect dimples.

She caught herself just in time to respond, "That's good." She decided to play this whole thing nonchalantly and extended her hand, "I'm Callie by the way. Hey aren't you in my Biochem class?"

Arizona smiled wider and held on to her hand and it was then that Callie realized what was so different about those blue eyes. The eyes that were clear blue just seconds before were now a few shades darker.

Callie had just explained that she was normally at the back of Burke's class when Cristina shouted at them to get back to the game. She shook the blonde's hand once more, "It was nice meeting you, Arizona." She smiled, it was really nice.

Cristina shouted again and Callie jumped when Mark spoke, completely forgetting that he was even there, "Hey Cristina wants to know if you want to join us."

The blonde looked at Mark briefly before her eyes returned to Callie's, only this time instead of being blue they had a sort of gray hue, she rejected the offer and gave an apology. Callie felt her hand being squeezed and realized that her hand was still linked with the other woman's. They said goodbye once more and Callie walked with Mark to their friends, inclusive of a very pissed off Asian. When she had with her friends again she turned and looked at the blonde walking away. Damn, she was smitten.

Over the next few weeks Callie had decided that her crush on Arizona had to remain just that…an unknown, unacknowledged crush. It definitely was not easy. She had thought that forgetting Arizona and her feelings about the other woman would have been easier when she met Christian Manning but that was not so. That was how it usually was when it came to Callie Torres' love life, to move on from one person she would simply find someone else. It had worked with Erica Hahn.

After college Callie and Erica had decided to stay in Washington for university but a week before school was set to start, she received a two sentence text message from the woman: 'I'm going to Maryland. Bye.' With that Erica Hahn was gone and Callie was left in a pretty bad shape. So, she started banging Mark again and hoped that it would help her move on. It helped…somewhat. She still had moments where she missed Erica but they were rare and when they came up she would call on Mark. It worked, over time she missed Erica less and less until she was glad the blonde was gone.

Arizona Robbins was a whole different matter. Christian was unable to make her forget about her crush on the blonde and what made it worse was that the two were cousins. She remembered how she quietly laughed at herself while in bed the night Christian had told her that he and Arizona were related. It was not easy because there was an attraction to Christian, albeit a small pull compared to what she felt for Arizona. She would be lying if she said that she was not slightly relived when Christian had told her that he would rather be friends with her than pursue a romantic relationship, he gave no reason but Callie was fine because her feelings for his cousin had not waned any during her flirtation with the guy.

Callie realized that there was nothing she could do to forget Arizona…to ignore what she felt for her…she wanted her but was unable to have her because there was so much wrong with wanting Arizona. Firstly, this was fairly new territory for her, as far as everyone (everyone who mattered to Callie, at least) was concerned she was a straight Latina from Miami. Secondly, in Miami her family, the Torres clan, was one of the most pious Roman Catholic families so it would not have been pretty to find out that Callie had left home and gone gay. Thirdly, and possibly most importantly, Arizona Robbins was not gay.

The evening of the get-together in the Rhimes Hall lounge made its way into Callie's mind.

Mark had been upset that Arizona had not agreed to be his date to 007 and had been sulking the entire day and 'expertly' came to the conclusion that the blonde had to be gay. Callie quickly removed that idea when she saw Arizona across the room flirting with a guy. She was slightly surprised that jealousy and anger were the first two emotions that she had; she was jealous that Arizona was into someone else, jealous that this guy was able to hold Arizona's attention and get her to laugh, jealous that his hand was on her and not hers and she was angry at herself for feeling those things. She smiled when Christian came into view, he sat down and they held a decent conversation despite Callie's frequent and not so subtle glances in Arizona's direction. Christian, Arizona and the guy left together. She later found out that the guy was one of Christian's close friends and neither he nor Arizona had any interest in each other, but Callie jealousy and anger never failed to come up when she saw the guy or saw him and Arizona together.

Callie was broken from her thoughts when the director stopped the onstage acting and threw his hands into the air before flinging his script to the ground. The men on the stage, their eyes wide with surprise and fear, took a few steps back as the man paced in front of them. "You are supposed to be soldiers! Frickin soldiers! Not a bunch of prissy girls. Now do what I've told you a million times!" the short, balding man shouted and walked off the stage in a huff.

The mention of soldiers brought Callie's mind back to Arizona…actually The_Marine.

Addison was right, she had begun to like The_Marine, as a friend, he…she…was able to make Callie laugh and smile. Once Mark had said that only her Marine could get her to smile so brightly and it was sort of true; Callie could think of one other person who could make her smile and that was, Arizona Robbins. But no one knew that and no one was going to know that…ever. So she built a friendship with an unknown person over the phone and had agreed to meet the person at 007. She dressed up and met the person under Big Ben at ten o'clock. That in and of itself, provided a huge surprise for her. Arizona was standing where she was supposed to meet The_Marine. The only thing Callie could think at that moment was that was the shittiest position she had ever been in; she was standing in front of her crush, expecting to see a guy.

At that moment the worst thing she could have ever said came from her mouth, "It's a real let down." The look on Arizona's face was like a stab to her heart and Callie watched as her eyes took on their grayish hue. Callie felt horrible. She knew she should have apologized, she knew she should have said something…anything but it was too late and Arizona was gone. When she walked through the doors of Pierce Hall she caught Arizona's eyes but the blonde looked away and they spent the rest of the night on opposite sides of the large hall.

The days that passed found Callie being angry with herself for what happened that night and she released all that anger on Arizona and basically made the other woman terrified of her, she saw it in her eyes when she thought Callie was not looking at her. That was not what she wanted. She was an idiot.

After going through everything she had been through with Arizona she came to the realization that Addison was right, she was being a bitch towards the blonde woman, and for what? Because she had a crush on her and did not want anyone to find out she had a thing for girls. No.

She actually laughed at herself this time, she was being stupid. Like she had told Mark over a week ago, pretty girls like Arizona were not gay.

Callie sighed, she was not much further in her decision about what to do regarding her feelings towards Arizona but at least she realized that being the biggest bitch in the world towards the other woman was a bad idea.

She entered her room silently, changed her clothes and crept into her bed.

"So you found out that you really are being a bitch?" her roommate's voice came from the other side of the room.

"Yeah," Callie breathed out.

Addison sat up and leaned on her elbow, "Why though, Cal?"

Callie sighed and met her best friend's eyes, "Because I like her."

"You do? So why are you treating her like an enemy?" Addison asked scrunching her brows.

"You don't get it Addison. I like her as in ro…as in how you like Sam?" Callie said lying down on her back and looking up at the ceiling.

"Excuse me?" Addison said, sitting in the middle of her bed.

Callie rolled her eyes and mirrored Addison's position, "I'm bisexual, Addison."

"Since when?" the redhead asked leaning forward.

"Since, Erica, okay?" Callie was quickly getting frustrated the other woman's questions.

Addison nodded, "And how long have you liked Arizona?"

The Latina could not help but grin, "Since that day she snuck into Biochem class."

"Robbins was later for a class?" Addison digressed but caught herself, "And you're just telling me this now, why?"

"Because…I've got a rep for liking penis, now I'm going the other way; what do you think will happen? What'll people say?"

"Screw what people think and say, Cal. It's all about what you think and what you feel."

"I don't know what to think, Addie. What am I supposed to do?"

Addison shrugged, "How about telling her."

Callie laughed, "No." Addison gave her a look that asked why, "Because Arizona Robbins is not gay."

"Suppose she is?"

Callie shook her head, "Pretty girls like her aren't gay, Addison."

"You're gay."

"You sure you aren't too," Callie laughed and dodged the stuffed elephant that came from the other side of the room.

"Listen, Cal. Just tell her, if she doesn't swing that way then that's just how it goes. It's better to ask and know than to not ask and be wondering for the rest of your life."

Callie answered, "Fine." She really had no intention of asking Arizona anything.

There were a few minutes of contemplative silence from both women before Addison asked, "When were you going to tell me this?"

Callie shrugged, "Never."

"Uh huh. And this thing with Hahn?"

"Is old news. Dead and buried, Addison," said pointedly, laying down again.

"Sure. And by the way, if you don't ask Arizona I will."

Callie slowly lifted and looked at the redhead looking back at her, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," Addison winked.

"Fine," Callie huffed, "I'll find out. I'm just not asking her."

"Why not?" the redhead asked.

"'Cause I'm sure she thinks that I hate her guts and she she'd probably be too scared to talk to me."

"Oh yeah, the Torres glare does that," Addison said nodding.

"Would you stop saying that! I do not have a glare!"

"Yeah you do, and your mom and Aria, not to mention your day." Addison pointed at Callie's face, "See, you're doing it now."

"Shut up. Just shut up and go to sleep," Callie growled allowing her head to fall on her pillow once more.

Addie shrugged, "Okay."

When Callie was being pulled under she heard Addison's voice say, "My best friend is a lady lover."

Callie smiled and thought to herself, "Just an Arizona lover."

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