Kat-D11 of course we see jealous Callie, with George and Izzy, just we haven't seen it with her and Arizona. Also guys if you want me to send you the song, you can't just say email it to me, you need to you know GIVE me an email or email me first :L
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Callie tried to act happy for the rest of the night. This was hard as inside, she felt like she was in physical pain.
'Easier to forget you'.
Those words rung in her ears. She wanted to forget me. There had never been a moment where Callie felt worse than she did right now. As the evening drew to a close, she realised more and more that that she couldn't let that be the last thing Arizona said to her, not counting the boring small talk across the table. So, when she went to get her coat, Callie followed.
'I won't let that be it' Looking around she was surprised, not having expected anyone to have followed her.
'Callie, please leave me alone' She walked further into the closet looking for her coat.
'No' She pulled her round to face her. 'You can't just walk away'
'Why? It seemed pretty easy for you to do that morning. You can do it but I can't'
'So that's what this was all about? The fact that I left that morning? I thought we'd slept together. I'm married. I needed a little bit more time to process then just the time it takes me to wake up half naked in someone else's bed!'
'Oh yes, poor Calliope! What about my time to process? You come into my life, make me want you. Let me have you. Then you just...leave'
'I needed some time'
'Stop talking about time, like time just fixes everything. What you did, was unforgivable'
'I've said I'm sorry there's nothing else I can say. I'll say it again. And again. I'll never stop saying it till you forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY. I'M SORRY...' Her lips were stopped moving by Arizona's. The kiss was hungry, passionate yet still full of rage. They fell onto a pile of coats as Callie starting to take off Arizona's top. This time neither of them had had anything to drink, there was no reason to stop. No reason at all, except Callie's uneasy feeling that there was someone watching them. She looked round and saw a face disappear before she could find out who it was.
'Stop, stop.' Callie said, making Arizona pull back.
'What?'
'I just saw...Arizona I have to go' She got up leaving her on the ground, topless.
'You cannot do this to me again Calliope!' She shouted after her. 'You cannot leave me lying here alone AGAIN.'
It was too late. Callie had already left.
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Even though she had tried to act like nothing was wrong, George knew differently but he didn't bring it up till they were back home.
'You were quiet in the car, even at the table, sure you were trying but...' He paused, hoping Callie would explain. 'Just tell me'
'Will you please just stop asking me!'
'Is it so wrong that I want to know what's clearly affecting my wife?'
'No, what's wrong is that you won't respect her wishes to not tell you!'
'Okay fine I'll stop asking'
'Thank you' She stormed off to the bedroom and started unchanging. George followed.
'Is it something to do with Arizona?'
'George, just leave it'
'It IS something to do with her, there's something going on between you' There was only one thing Callie could think of to do to distract him.
'Let's not think about Arizona or my problems right now. I just want to think of you' Callie, who was now completely undressed, walked over to George, kissed him on the cheek and started unbuttoning is shirt.
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I'm a total bitch. Not only was she thinking about Arizona while having sex, she was also now using sex with George to distract him from talking about her. This was the first time she'd ever done that. Her guilt over George was not nearly as much as the guilt she felt over Arizona. She had left her. Again. God knows how hard this must be for her. Peeling off the covers, she got out of bed and tiptoed towards the kitchen to get her phone. She scrolled through the contacts, Aaron...Adam...Addison...Adele...Ashlee...Arizona. She dialled the number. A pause. No answer. She dialled it again, still no answer. She dialled for a third time; it went straight to voicemail. Arizona had rejected her call. This wasn't something she could explain by text, so she just asked her to please, please, please ring her back as soon as she got chance. She walked into the bedroom and slipped back into bed next to her already sleeping husband. As she herself drifted off into an uneasy sleep, she couldn't help but wonder who she had seen in the closet. Or more importantly, what they had seen.
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I'm sorry about not getting one out yesterday, schools been a bit hectic. I also rushed the end of this one as I'm going out so please forgive any mistakes as I didn't have time to check through.
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