A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry for the delay. I've been super busy with work and family, and I have been having terrible writer's block. So, because of that, this chapter is shorter and kinda sucks. So, my apologies.

Also, I would like to address a comment that was left from the last chapter. I would honestly rather just directly say this to the person, but it was a guest so I couldn't reply. While I do appreciate input from reviewers, and I actually encourage it because I love to hear you guys theories/ ideas, I do NOT cave into what the readers want. Meaning, I work at my own pace. Some people feel that the last chapter was rushed and it was because I was giving into the readers wants. I had had that chapter planned out before I even started writing this story, so it was in no way me caving into what the readers want.

I'm not trying to be rude, I just wanted to make this clear. I do appreciate constructive criticism though.

Anyway, rant over. I'll try to have another chapter up within the next two weeks, but no promises.

I love you guys!

Callie's POV

I awake the next morning at the sound of Arizona rustling the covers, presumably waking. I roll onto my other side so that I am facing her, and when she sees me in bed next to her, she mutters an "Oh, shit!" and starts to jump out of bed.

"Oh, Callie, I am so sorry. I promised myself this would never happen again. Oh god I'm so sorry," she says, looking frantically around the room for something.

"Wait, Arizona…" I try to say, sitting up. But she cuts me off.

"No, no. This is my fault. I was upset, I got drunk, and apparently I ended up here," she says, tears starting to well in her eyes. I crawl to the side of the bed she is on and stand on my knees, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"Arizona…it's okay. Just hold on a minute. Do you…do you not remember what happened last night?" I ask, a bit hurt. I know she was drunk, but I didn't think she had been that drunk. She looks at me with a confused expression on her face and shakes her head. I sigh, a bit disappointed. I pull her down so that she is sitting on the bed next to me, and I sit cross legged and face her. "Arizona. You came here because you were upset with me. You said you stayed here with me all this time when you could have gone home and seen your dad…and I guess that it would have been my fault if he had died and you hadn't been able to spend his last weeks with him."

"Oh…I'm sorry…I was just upset. I do kinda remember that, though," she says, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Hey, it's okay," I say, cupping her face with my hand and rubbing circles on her cheek with my thumb. "And then you start talking about how I was leading you on… and then you started punching me… and then..."

"And then we kissed," she says softly, a look of realization in her eyes.

"Yes, and then we kissed," I smiled, relieved that things were coming back to her. She grabs onto my hand that is on her face, and we just stare into each other's eyes for a moment. And then she is crying, and has curled herself into me. I rub her back softly, not entirely sure why she has started crying.

After a while she has calmed down, and she pulls away from me and wipes the remaining tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she says, blushing.

"For what?" I ask, placing a reassuring hand on her arm.

"I don't know," she says softly, looking down. It's quiet for a moment, and I glance around the room. My eyes catch the time from the clock on the bedside table, and it is nearly 2 in the afternoon.

"Are you hungry at all? I could make us something or order in," I offer, trying to get us out of a growing awkward situation.

"Not really," she says, putting me right back in that awkward situation. A tenseness has entered the atmosphere, and I can't imagine why.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, wanting to make sure I did nothing wrong.

"Yeah, everything is fine," she says, finally making eye contact with me. She offers a small smile, but it almost seems forced.

"Alright, sweetie," I say, giving her the benefit of the doubt. I don't know what else to say to her, so I think of a reason to give her an out. "Do you wanna go back to your house and see your friends? I know they are worried about you." Her eyes perk up a bit at the mention of her friends, and she nods softly.

"I think that would be great," she says, quickly rising to her feet. I try to hide the disappointment in my face at how eager she seems to leave. I follow her into the living room, where she finds her bag on the coffee table. She grabs it and makes her way to the door, me closely at her heels.

"Text me later?" I ask hopefully, right as she's about to open the door and leave. She spins around and faces me, a smile on her face.

"Of course. Thanks for everything, Callie. You're a great friend," she says, giving me a quick hug and then exiting the door.

Friend? Friend?

Either she doesn't remember what happened last night, or she realized it was a mistake and she wants to let me know that we are just friends. Either way, the word kind of hurt. Of course, first and foremost, I'm Arizona's friend. But after last night, I also thought I was her girlfriend.

Whatever.

I slump onto the couch and turn the TV on, hoping I can clear my mind.

Arizona's POV

I arrive at the townhouse, and suddenly April, Izzie, and Lexie are all outside and surrounding the driver's side door. I step out of the car and they all hug me at once. It feels good to be back, surrounded by my closest friends.

"How is he?" Izzie asks.

"Is he alright?" Lexie wonders.

"I'll get your bag," April says.

"Yes, guys. He's fine. They are monitoring him closely, but see no sign for worry," I explain as they usher me into the house. As I walk into the living/common area, a large, handmade sign that says "Welcome home, Arizona!" is tacked to the wall above the entrance to the hallway.

"You guys are dorks," I laugh.

"No, we just missed you," Lexie says, wrapping her arms around my waist and planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

"We also have wine and red velvet cake!" Izzie says, getting out plates and glasses.

"I'll skip on the wine," I say, a sour taste coming to my mouth from the memories of last night. "But I'm starving, so give me some cake!" At this point, April leads me to the couch to sit down and places a gift in my lap.

"Guys, seriously. You didn't need to do all of this," I say, starting to become a bit overwhelmed. A lot has happened in the last few weeks, and it would be nice to just relax.

"A, you were gone for, like, two weeks. This is mandatory," Izzie says, bringing me a piece of cake. I glance at April and she is giving me an apologetic look.

"Just relax, babe. This doesn't have to be stressful," she says softly to me. I take a deep breath and nod, and let the small party commence.

x0x0x0x0

"So, Izzie says Dr. Torres was pretty worried about you" April says as we lay on my bed at 12:30 that night.

"Was she really?" I ask.

"Yeah. Izzie says she kind of threatened her for information. Although, it is Izzie, so that's probably an exaggeration," April laughs, and I laugh a bit, too. "So, are you going to talk to her?"

"I already have," I say. April sits up on her elbows and looks at me.

"Really?" she says, her voice full of curiosity.

"Yeah, I was at her place all night. I was on my way back here. I left home around five in the afternoon…around seven I made it to Los Angeles, and I saw a very inviting bar. So I stopped in. I grabbed some food, and some alcohol. A lot of alcohol. I don't know for how long I was there, but next thing I know, I'm at Callie's place," I say, trying to search my brain for details.

"You drove drunk, Arizona? Thank God you're okay," she says, her eyes searching my body for any sign of harm. "What happened after that?

"You know…I'm not really sure. Callie said we kissed…and I do remember that and the conversation that led up to that. But after that…it's mostly a blur. Then I wake up in her bed this morning and she's all loving and caring towards me," I say.

"So are you guys…like…a thing now?" April asks, sounding a bit too excited.

Are we?

"I…she didn't say anything about it this morning. She didn't explain anything. I just…I don't know. I needed to get out of there. I needed to sort through my head before I could really say anything to her. She suggested I come here and see you guys, and I jumped on that out. I told her she was a good friend, and then I came here," I explain.

"Wait, wait, wait. You told her she was a good friend?" April asks, a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, why?" I ask, thoroughly confused.

"You told her she was a friend. What if you guys did decide that you are a thing? That you are girlfriends? If you did, you just told her that: never mind, I only want to be friends," April says.

"Shit!" I mutter, really trying to rack my brain for memories from last night. "What have I done, April?"

"It'll be alright, Arizona. You'll figure it out. Remember when we first met? We were both drunk off our asses at that party, and when we woke up on the floor the next day, neither of us had any clue what had happened. But when we saw each other in class on Monday, we ran to each other with arms wide open for a hug," she says, a reminiscent look on her face.

"I do remember that," I say, smiling at the thought.

"So just like it did then, it'll come back to you. The most important things always do," she says. "Now get some sleep, and I'll talk to you in the morning." She rises from my bed and closes the door behind her. I roll over onto my stomach and grab my phone, feeling the need to text Callie.

"Hey. Sorry for getting out of there so quickly. I was anxious to see my girls. Sorry if anything I did upset you. I'll see you on Monday."

I try and stay awake till I get a reply, but it never comes.

When I wake up in the morning, there is still no text from Callie. I try to reassure myself and say that she's just sleeping, but I know that's probably not the case.

No memories have really come back to me, except a warm feeling, like that of taking a hot shower in a very nice shower. April tries to Google some tips for remembering a drunk night out, but none of them suit my situation. She does suggest to just ask Callie what all had happened, but I have already hurt that beautiful woman and embarrassed myself enough. And I am a bit stubborn, so that is a no go. The day quickly fades into night, as I try to get caught up on some reading before going back to class for the first time in two weeks. I finally get tired, and April urges me to get some rest, so I find the energy to get ready for bed. And when I'm finally in bed, I'm fast asleep.

x0x0x0x0

"Hurry up! I'm tired and want to cuddle with my girlfriend," Callie's sweet voice says from the other side of the bathroom door. I peek my head through the crack and look at her.

"I'm your girlfriend?" I ask, trying to contain my excitement.

"Of course you are," she replies, a wide smile on her face.

"You never asked," I say pointedly, my drunk self trying to be difficult. I exit the bathroom, finally able to wear clothes now that I have undies on. I start walking towards a side of the bed to hop in and get some sleep, but Callie catches my hand and twirls me into her arms.

"Arizona Brooke Robbins, will you be my girlfriend?" she asks.

"Welllll…I mean I guess…" I say, faking doubt. She plants a kiss on my cheek, and then my chin, and then a row of kisses up my jawline to my ear before she starts nibbling on my earlobe. My body goes weak, the alcohol that is still strongly coursing through my veins not helping in the slightest. Finally, I can't handle her teasing anymore.

"Okay, okay. Yes, I will be your girlfriend!"

x0x0x0x0

My eyes pop open, and I know instantly that that wasn't just a dream. It was a memory from the night at Callie's coming back to me. I hop out of bed to start getting ready for the day when I notice that it is still pretty dark outside. I look at the time and it is only 5 in the morning. I sigh, feeling defeated, and climb back into bed to try and get a few more hours of sleep. But after an hour of tossing a turning without any sign of sleep, I get back up and continue to get ready. I try and take my time getting ready, and thankfully that takes about an hour. I grab my books and my bag and make my way to the coffee shop, ready to start the tradition of getting Callie coffee in the morning back up again. When I make it across campus and to the art building, I am discouraged to find that the classroom is locked. It's 7:45 now, and there's no sign of anyone coming to unlock the door. I stand up, and decide to just go straight to Callie's office.

I'm ready to make things right.

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