A/N Today is Friday (Thursday night into Friday)…moving day super exciting! To anyone who is confused, I wanted Callie to have the baby in the summer when they're out of school just so she isn't missing school. *for my story, Timothy will be dead already probably in a car accident, something like that* I apologize sincerely. I just read the first chapter to check something and realized that I said they lived in Boston…they don't anymore (Miami Florida).

When Natalie and I got home, it was already pretty late and I was already extra tired because of the baby.

"I'm going to head up to bed. Night mom." I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. "Goodnight dad." I yelled down to the den. I then started up the stairs and into my room.

Once I got there, feelings of dread washed over me. Tomorrow would be the day that some girl would take over the house that the love of my life lived in. This girl would be taking his place. I didn't want her here; I wanted George. I lay in my bed crying until I was too tired to move.

When I woke up the next morning, I could hear a loud beeping. At first I thought it was my alarm but I knew that I didn't set it the night before. The constant beep wouldn't let me go back to bed so I decided to just get up. I looked out my window and what I saw made me tear up: the new family moving in. I didn't think that it would be this bad when the time came.

I stood at my window just watching them. The parents looks satisfied…like they had won a prize in finding this house. The daughter, who looked about my height or maybe a little shorter, looked a little worse for wear. She…Arizona…looked like she was about to cry. She looked quite a bit how I felt right now. Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad; we already had one thing in common.

I trudged down the stairs to find my parents but both seemed to be outside helping the Robbins family. I went out to help as well as soon as I deemed myself relatively not horrible looking. I got out there and walked through the grass barefoot. I loved that feeling and for some reason it always made a sort of calmness wash over me. I reached Arizona. I felt I should at least give her some sort of chance so I started a conversation.

"Hi. I'm Calliope, but everyone calls me Callie." I even threw in a nice smile for her.

"Arizona" was all she replied. I didn't say anything for a while. It was obvious she was upset.

"You don't want to be here, do you." I whispered mostly as a statement.

"I have no problem being here, the next few weeks are just a difficult time for my family." She stated. Her eyes were an icy blue, they were completely captivating and I just couldn't stop staring at her.

"I know we just met but…but if you ever need someone to talk to." I felt the conversation coming to a close but for some strange reason, I didn't want it to.

"Thank you, Calliope." This was the first time I saw a smile on her face. It was a beautiful smile too, captivating just like her blue eyes and blonde hair. I never let anyone call me by my full name but it just sounded so right coming from her mouth, so I didn't correct her.

Since neither of us were actually doing any work, I asked Arizona if she wanted to go to the little playground that was behind my house in a clearing just past the woods.

"Uh, one second." I waited in the grass while she walked into George's…her…house. "Yes, I'd love to." And there was that smile again.

I led her back into my yard and then through the 'forest' to the clearing of grass. Not too far from the edge of the forest was an old wooden swing set, monkey bars, and a few slide. I grabbed her hand and directed her towards the swings.

"I've been coming back here for as long as I can remember. Any time something important happens to me, I try to come back here." I wasn't sure why I was telling her all of this but I couldn't stop, "I haven't been back here in a few months though, a lot of stuff got in the way so to speak."

"Don't get me wrong, you're very pretty, but you don't look anything like either of your parents." It wasn't a question but I answered anyway.

"That's because they're my foster parents, permanent placement. I've been with the Warren's since I was eight. I never knew my father, my mom died, and my brother left me to be a marine." I said with no emotion.

"I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about Arizona, but thank you anyway." I replied with a smile. She was really sweet; I was beginning to like her more and more.

"So," I said, "where did you live before you moved here?"

"The place right before here? Or all of the other ones?" She laughed when she said that, but I was confused.

"Well, I guess both." I returned.

"We moved here from Alaska but we've lived in Texas, California, New Mexico, Pennsylvania, and Washington State. My dad is a marine so we get moved around a lot but this position is a three year job and then he can decide what to do from there. So that means I'm staying here for the rest of high school at least." She said as we swung higher and in sync.

"Wow. I've lived in different cities in Florida but I've lived in Miami for most of my life. I can barely even remember the other families I stayed with and the cities I stayed in. Does that mean you're a marine brat?" I meant it as a joke and we both laughed for quite some time.

"Yes, that makes me a marine brat." She said with an obviously fake sullen look on her face.

For maybe five minutes at most, neither one of us talked. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was companionable. This was easy; it was relaxed. I found myself thinking less of George and the he should be here and thinking more of Arizona and how she just fit into my life.

"My best friend used to live in the house you own now. He moved to California with his foster father. He was my only friend. Before you and your parents even got here, I resigned myself to not liking you because you would be taking his place. I didn't want to like you; in fact, I wanted to hate you, but I don't. You're kind and it's easy to be myself around you." I said, "I'm glad you're here." There was another short pause.

Arizona smiled her infectious smile, "If we're going to be friends, which I hope we will be, there's something you should know about me."

I interrupted, "Same here."

She again smiled, "I'm gay." She let out a sigh, "Most people are completely disgusted by me and I would get it if you were too. It's a normal reaction…" I cut off her rambling.

"You know you're rambling, right?" she nodded and blushed a little. "That doesn't bother me. I'm not 'one of them' if you know what I mean."

"Really?" she sounded so hopeful, "Oh, and what did you want to tell me?"

I couldn't believe I was telling this to a perfect stranger, "I'm pregnant. I'm just over two months now. George, the friend who moved, he's the father." Arizona looked surprised, shocked even.

A/N This one was much longer than my usual but I felt you all deserved it because I'm not sure if I'll be able to update this weekend. I have been cramming for finals since last weekend and my last two finals are on Monday so I'm sorry if I don't get at least one chapter up.