A/N: Idk how I feel about this one, so if it sucks let me know lol


Callie's phone rings singing: *Like the way I touch her, listening to Usher I got a confession, know we about to sin, but your body is a blessing. Girl can we take it upstairs, my bed is waiting there. All I want to do is give you all of me; won't you give me all of you? . . .*

Callie pulls away from the kiss to answer her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. You said you wanted me to check on you in case AZ was still avoiding you, do you need me to come get it."

"Yes, please. I'm a little drunk."

"Ok, I'm on my way."

Callie hangs up the phone and looks into Arizona's bright blue eyes. "Mark is going through something and needs me to come over. I'm sorry to leave like this. I would take my car, but we all had a little to drink. I'll text you later."

Arizona looks at Callie and nods her head and gives a small smile. She really hopes Callie isn't lying because that kiss was breath taking. She loved the feel of Callie's thick, soft lips on hers. She had never felt anything like it from just one kiss.

"Ok, do you want me to sit out here and wait with you?" Arizona asks as Callie looks over her shoulder.

"I think you have something you need to deal with." Callie nods in the direction of Joanne standing on the porch looking dumbfounded. "I'll come get my car in the morning."

"Ok. Good night Calliope." Arizona smiles at her and makes eye contact staring deep into the chocolate pools looking for some hint of emotion, but didn't see any. With that she turned away and walked back toward the house.

Arizona's P.O.V

I'm walking back to the house still feeling week from the kiss Callie gave me. As much as I wanted it, I'm so scared of how she is going to react. She may have kissed a girl before, but probably not for the same reason as I think she just kissed me.

I walk up on the porch completely ignoring Joanne, who is still standing there with her jaw on the floor. I walk up to my room and lay across the bed.

I hear the door open and turn to look. I see Joanne standing there with unshed tears in her eyes.

"AZ, how could you?"

"How could I what, Joanne?" I ask almost yelling. I'm so annoyed with her.

"You, you, kissed her. I have been working my ass off to get you back and you just let that happen."

"Joanne, I never promised you that we would get back together, or that anything would happen between us."

"You go from almost kissing me to kissing that girl."

"First off that girl has a name secondly you almost kissed me not the other way around."

"Well your hands were holding mine so I'm pretty sure you weren't stopping me."

"We were drunk, or tipsy, whatever you want to call it."

"AZ, I love you, with all I am. I don't know what to do. I forgive you for kissing her, I really do, just come back to me, please?"

"I did not ask you for forgiveness. I don't have anything that I need to be forgiven for. Joanne, you are the one that broke this. You broke us, not the other way around. You need to actually take responsibility for you actions. Stop acting like you did nothing wrong. Own up to what you did. I don't need you, and I don't need us. Us is unhealthy and us is unimportant to me right now." I yell back. She has pressed all the buttons I'm going to allow her to get away with. I get up from the bed and go over to the closet, pull all her stuff out, and throw it on the bed. I go over to the drawer I had with her stuff in it and pull it all out. She is standing there looking at me like I have lost my mind. I grab a duffle bag from my closet and put everything that belongs to her in it.

"Now, you can take your stuff and get out of my house. I'm done with you and I'm done with us. When we broke up, I waited for the day you would come back. I knew I still had you as a friend, but I wanted you to want me. Now that you finally want me I can see what I did wrong. I can see even more clearly that what you done to me was wrong and that I don't need that in my life. This is over. Your car is outside. The girls you brought with you, I will give a ride to tomorrow. Just get out."

Joanne storms out of my room, tears rolling down her face. I start to feel bad because I really can't stand seeing her cry, but I realize that I don't want her. Any feelings I was still harboring for her vanished the moment a certain cocky, fiery Latina put her lips to mine. Even if it doesn't work out the way I want it to, I always have her to thank for showing me that I don't need someone that doesn't treat me right. I need someone who takes me as I am and treats me the way I want to be treated. Someone that really brings out a passion in me.

Callie's P.O.V

"Torres, what the hell is wrong, you haven't said a word since I picked you up from AZ's house." Mark finally broke the silence as they entered his bedroom.

I heard him, but all I can do is stare into space, what had I done?

"Callie, If you do not start talking to me I'm going to . . . "He didn't have a chance to finish before I interrupted him.

"I kissed her Mark."

"Kissed who?"

"Arizona" was the only thing I could get out.

"Ok and this is a problem why? Girls kiss girls all the time now days. I mean I wish I could have been there to see, but that's the only problem I can see with it." He laughed.

I sighed. "I know that, I have kissed girls before."

"Then what is the big deal here?" He asked seriously.

"Mark, I kissed her. I know she is gay and I think I'm straight and I freakin' kissed her."

"Ok, there is a problem with that statement, a few actually. Why are you freaking out? You kissed her, what makes this any different from the other girls you kissed? So what, she is gay that doesn't mean she automatically wants a relationship with you."

"Mark, I fucked up."

"Ok, look, this shortness has to stop I can't read your mind Cal and you are doing nothing but confusing me, so spit it out."

"I . . . kissed her. You know how I told you it seemed like she was avoiding me." I waited on him to respond. He nodded and I continued. "Well, I walked in on her and Joanne kissing, or about to kiss or something. Something I really would have rather not seen. Anyways, I told her I was leaving and she ran after me. She told me . . . she told me that the reason she was avoiding me is because she had feelings for me and she was sure I was straight and it's hard for her to control herself around me. I . . . kissed . . . her. She tried to stop me. She didn't kiss me, I kissed her, after she told me."

"Well why did you do it?"

"It felt . . . right."

"and the kiss was?"

"Damn near perfection."

"Ok, well you are sober, now anyways, so I know it's not the alcohol talking. Callie, are you attracted to her?"

I look off; I don't know how to answer his question. The answer is yes, one hundred percent, but am I really ready to admit it? Obviously I have been looking away and thinking a little too long, because Mark interrupts my thoughts.

"I already know the answer. You see all that thinking you are doing right now? It's not going to help anything. Follow your heart and your instincts. What is your favorite thing in the world?"

"That's easy, the rush of playing ball. The pure exhilaration I get when I'm pitching or running the bases after a hit."

"Ok you see you used the first thing that came to your mind to answer me right then right?"

"Yeah, but that's a no brainer."

"Ok well don't think about this just answer me. If you were to get good news, besides me and your family, who would be the first person you would want to tell."

"Arizona"

"That's what I thought. Is this the first time you have felt this way about a girl?"

"Yes" I sheepishly reply. I don't know what it is, but Mark is bringing out how I really feel and I'm not feeling bad about it. "Mark is this even right? Should I really be having these feelings for a girl?"

"When you kissed her, did it feel wrong?"

"No, I told you it was . . . amazing."

"Ok then, there is nothing wrong with it. You feel the way you feel, and you can't help that. It's not your decision, you are who you are. You love who you love, or like and no one should make you feel bad for that. It's all about finding a person that is right for you, not a boy or a girl, but a person."

I think over what he said and he is right. I shouldn't feel like this because Arizona is a girl. If she was a guy I wouldn't be having second thoughts. Well I would be wondering why she was playing softball, but . . . I laugh and Mark gives me a funny look.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. You're right. I shouldn't have doubted anything. I still don't know if I'm comfortable enough yet. Besides, I pretty much ran out on her, I mean you called and I gave a crap excuse, but I don't know if she believed it. I probably just made a fool of myself."

What am I going to do?