This story is about a Arizona and Merida, my OC. They are friends since their childhood. Here, Arizona will live everything she lived on the show, I just added Merida in her life, appearing in some moments in Arizona's life. It is not a Calzona fic, but I didn't change anything they lived on the show, I repeat! As we all know what happened with Arizona, I'll try to maintain the story on how her and Merida got away from each other and after Arizona's divorce, they will meet again... who knows!
— Ah! Wonderful! You came!
Arizona exclaims extremely excited as she hugs her parents. The pediatrician is in one of the restaurants with an extremely carnivorous menu in Seattle, she had asked her parents to come so she could give some very important news personally. She is excited and anxious in every part of her euphoric body.
— Of course we would come, my daughter! — Daniel, Arizona's father, exclaims smiling and, as soon as they finish greeting each other, everyone sits down at the table and the man asks: — What is so spectacular that it cannot be said over the phone?
— Oh, dear Daniel, you don't even seem to know our daughter? — Barbara laughs questioning while caressing Arizona's face. — Do you forget that everything is a joy for her? Everything spectacular in her life!
— Yeah ... you're right! — Daniel comments when he blinks to his daughter and signals for the waiter to approach. — Shall we place orders or would you prefer to talk first?
— Ah, let's eat while we talk. I am hungry! — Arizona exclaims clutching her belly and giggles.
As soon as the orders arrive and everyone is already eating, Arizona then clears her throat twice before starting to say what she wanted:
— Well ... mom ... dad ... I ... I'm getting married! — the blonde opens her arms and a huge smile forms on her face. Her parents look at her static for a few seconds and Arizona opens her eyes wide, without taking her smile away. — What's up ?! You ... will not ... say ... anything?!
As if awakening, Barbara stands and embraces her daughter, who jumps excitedly into her arms:
— What wonderful news, my little girl! I do not believe that! How wonderful!
— Yeah ... it was about time to happen ... — Daniel mutters also standing up and hugging his daughter. — I am very happy, Arizona, very happy indeed. Congratulations!
— I'm SO happy! But SO happy! And your support is the most important! — Arizona exclaims crying weakly as everyone returns to sit, but Barbara caresses a hand of the blonde.
— But of course you would have our support, daughter, we love you! All we want is to see you happier than you already is by nature! — Barbara comments happily and shrugs. — I never imagined that you two would be together again ... When did this happen? Why didn't you tell us?
— Yes, Barbara, well remembered! — Daniel exclaims pointing a finger at his wife and takes his eyes to his daughter. — Ary, why didn't you tell us that you've seen each other so often? Did she come here? Wow, her parents must be delirious with joy! They have always been so concerned about the only daughter marrying any woman ...
— ... maybe that justifies her behavior, dear, of always being that free and uncompromising. Always afraid of marriage and serious relationships. — Barbara nods while speaking with a smile. — But ... she is such a good girl, I am sure she will be an excellent wife for our Arizona. After all, they really match!
Completely confused, Arizona looked at her parents without understanding who they were saying and faced one and then the other as they spoke.
— Guys ... how so? What do you mean by how did she finally come here?! I met her here! Callie was already here when I moved to Seattle!
— CALLIE ?! — the blonde's parents exclaim together, with their eyes wide and mouths open in amazement.
— Yeah, guys, Callie! My wonderful girlfriend and that I love so much! The Seattle Grace orthopedist! My God! Who were you talking about? Who do you think would marry me? — Arizona questions incredulously and Daniel coughs falsely, resuming eating his food. — Dad? Who were you talking about?
— Why, Arizona Robbins! — Daniel exclaims shaking his head. — Are you going to marry that girl who abandoned you when you needed her most for your job in Africa, which was a waste, huh? — You got a spot in one of the most important programs of your career and gave up because of this ... Calliope! See if it is right, Arizona Robbins! You leave the program in six months and come back here, find this woman pregant of her ex-boyfriend and have an accident with her!
The man throws the napkin, which was in his lap, on the table and continues to speak:
— Pay attention to what you are telling us, daughter! Do you really think you will be happy in such a relationship? I love you and so I say that you should think carefully if this is what you want for your life! — Daniel gets up and points to Arizona — You know we will be with you forever, daughter, I will never stop you from being happy as you think you deserve, but don't ask me to think normal what this woman makes you go through ... because it isn't! You deserve to be happy with someone healthy! Who knows you! Respect you and love you for who you are! And now, excuse me, I need to go to the toilet!
That said, the man stomps out of there and Arizona is gaping at his father's stern comments. She knows that he always supported her and loved her for who she is, so she was confused by those words.
— Honey ... look at me ... — Barbara mumbles turning Arizona's chin to face her and smiles caressing her. — We love you! You know that, don't you? And you know that we're in love with our granddaughter ... — the blonde just responds with a positive nod. — So, it is just that your father and I thought you were ... well, that you were saying that you were going to marry Merida ...
— With Merida ?! Oh, mother ... — Arizona covers her face with her hands and shakes her head. — How many times will she and I have to explain to everyone that we are just friends, very friends, almost sisters ... we love each other very much, without a doubt, but it's just friendship.
— Is it? — the beautiful woman asks with a singing smile. — This is not what people outside this "friendship" see, my darling! I say this because your father and I always thought that when you got married, it would be Merida! Just as Brienne and Arfon are sure that Merida will marry you ... or rather ... would marry you. — Barbara takes a sip of her water and looks delicately at her daughter. — You two love each other more than friends, but you can't see it ... Now it's too late ...
— Mom ... besides being just sister-friends, Merida is not the type of person I would marry ... you know? She is a scoundrel ... she lives in a world completely different from mine ... and, besides, we haven't seen each other in a while. I doubt she misses seeing me ... — Arizona comments with some bitterness in her voice while stroking a detail of the tablecloth. — I will ... I will call Merida to be my maid of honor ...
— You will? — Barbara questions happily and, as soon as her daughter nods, claps her hands. — What great news! It would be a mistake for you to get married and not invite Merida to be your maid of honor!
— Do you think she will accept, mom? — Arizona asks with some bitterness in her voice and sighs heavily. — I miss her so much ... we exchange messages every day, but I didn't have the courage to say that I met Callie ... that I fell in love ... I didn't tell her about the accident ... even about our daughter ... I didn't say anything ...
— And why not? She'll be upset, I'm sure of it! You two are friends! You both always said everything to each other. You know everything about Merida, even the clothes she's wearing without even seeing her! — Barbara exclaims stunned and raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms. — Oooohhh, I know! You didn't say anything because you know she would be mad at you, don't you? Because Merida was going to tell you exactly what your father said to you minutes ago. You know it! — Arizona nods and Barbara continues: — Well then, honey. How do you plan telling her? In fact, does Callie know about Merida? Your friendship? How important is Merida in your life?
— No ... I didn't tell Callie anything about Merida either. I had to change the background photo on my phone ... the photo that was Merida and I, I changed to one that is Sofia. — Arizona responds crying weakly. — Oh, mother. I thought about calling and asking Merida to come here, then I would introduce Callie, Sofia and Mark. Then ... I tell her about the wedding and ask her to be my maid of honor, I will deliver her invitation personally. What do you think?
— Um ... I think it will be hilarious! So call Merida and invite us to the big day of presentations, daughter! — Daniel, who sits slowly in his chair, says smiling. — I'm looking forward to seeing Merida trying to understand what is the relationship between Calliope, this Mark and you!
— If she comes, dad... if she comes ... because I bet she is very busy with women, runways and parties ... — Arizona comments sighing heavily.
Opening her eyes with some difficulty, Merida sighs heavily as she tries to stretch, but feels something on top of her.
— But?... — the Welsh observes that there is a blonde woman, completely naked, lying on top of her body, also naked. — I drank too much last night ... damn it!
Merida raises the sheet and finds two more women sleeping peacefully, each lying on either side of the redhead who opens a smile:
— Now I remember ... too good!
Then, getting out of bed very carefully so as not to wake the women, Merida walks to the bathroom while scratching her hair. She looks at the frame on the furniture next to the bed and smiles, taking the object where there is a picture of her with a blonde woman making faces. Shaking her head as she returns the photo in its place, Merida walks to the bathroom, where she enters the shower and opens the shower.
— Ah ... but you will not run away like that, ginger ... — one of the women murmurs in Merida's ear and opens her eyes to face the blacks. Then, slowly kissing the Welsh's mouth, the blonde woman smiles, rubbing her body against the Welsh's wetness. — I want this muscular and tattooed body squeezing me again ...
— Good morning ... Melanie. — Merida murmurs winking at her and starts to caress her body, but the woman slaps her in the face. — Hey!
— I'm Chris ... not Melanie! — the beautiful woman responds with an angry face and leaves in disgust. — You idiot! You don't even know my name!
With wide eyes, Merida continues her bath and raises her shoulders:
— And to have pleasure is it necessary to know the name?
Meanwhile, as soon as he opens the loft's main door, Brendon Schneider, designer and president of the brand Bren S., immediately rolls his eyes when he comes across high-heeled shoes scattered around the room and some clothes on the stairs:
— If there are any models here ... I swear I will kill Merida! — Brendon exclaims in disgust as he places his bag on the sofa.
Before he climbed the stairs, Brendon was startled to find one of his models coming down with a disgusted countenance.
— I don't know why I always come back ... I don't know why I always fall into the arms of this scoundrel!
— Hey! Chris? — Brendon says, closing his eyes at the model who picks up some pants from the floor and starts to dress. — What are you doing here?
— I don't know! I really do not know! — Chris responds foaming with anger and points to the second floor. — This scoundrel thinks it's okay to call me by the name of another!
With his hands on his hips and a raised eyebrow, Brendon says:
— And what did you expect from Merida? You always run to her, darling ... stop being stupid! Now go! Get your shoes on and get out of here! I hope to see you healthy and whole for tomorrow's fashion show, do you hear me? — the designer points to the door and Chris leaves with an angry snort. — Models ... — before he managed to climb the stairs again, he finds another woman coming down and opens his arms indignantly. — BUT HOW MANY MODELS ARE THERE IN THIS LOFT?
— Good morning, cute Brendon! — the model excitedly descends the stairs while putting on her dress, grabs a pair of shoes next to the sofa and approaches the door. — Bye, beautiful cat!
— Check that out!? — Brendon shakes his head negatively, mouth open and incredulous. — If I try again to put my feet on the stairs and another model goes down, I swear to all the holy designers that I drink wine straight from the bottle!
And so, before he can go up the stairs again, another model comes down completely naked and smiling, making him shout:
— AAAAHHH ! BUT FOR ALL SAINTS AND STYLIST DEMONS! WHAT HAPPENED IN THIS HOUSE? IS MERIDA THE NEW OWNER OF ANY MODEL AGENCY?
— Good morning, dear ... — the beautiful woman pinches the designer's cheeks, walks to the room where she puts the remaining clothes on the floor and opens the door. — See you tomorrow!
The moment the model closes the door, the designer remains shocked and stops in front of the stairs.
— I ... I don't ... — Brendon murmurs in amazement and Merida begins to go down the stairs, closing the robe over her body.
— Oh! You're the one there, Brendon! Good Morning! — the Welsh exclaims excitedly, kisses the man's bald spot and walks to the kitchen. — I'm going to make some tea, do you want?
The Brendon says nothing immediately, looks again at the stairs, as if he expects another model to leave. Then, turning on his heel, Brendon sits on one of the stools in front of the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room.
— You bitch! — he points to the redhead, who puts the kettle of water on the lit stove. — What did you do last night after the party? What orgy was that? Three? Three models?
— Oh, Brendon, they wanted ... I wanted ... I'm used to going out with Melanie and her girlfriend. They enjoy a different sex ... but the blonde ... — Merida closes her eyes, as if she thinks a lot, and reopens them smiling. — Chris! That, Chris, she was there enjoying it and stuff ... then we came to my house and it happened ... — she shakes her shoulders and returns her attention to what she does. — Anyway, what are you doing here so early? I don't have a photo shoot scheduled with Bren S. today, just Victoria's Secret.
— Hey! And to visit my best friend do I need to make an appointment? — Brendon questions in disgust when he hears a strange song playing around the room and points to the redhead. — In fact, your cell phone is ringing madly somewhere in this house!
— Cell phone? Ringing? — Merida serves two cups of tea and stops in front of the counter, trying to hear if the device is really rang. — I don't hear anything!
— But there is a cell phone ringing! I'm not crazy! — Brendon exclaims walking to the living room and take the phone from the sofa — It's yours, bitch! — he shakes the device in his hand while returning to the stool. — Won't you see who it is?
— Oh, no! There must be some woman wanting to see me today and I'm too tired to sleep with anyone else. I was thinking about playing some video games at night and eating popcorn, I don't know. — Merida responds by throwing the device back on the sofa and taking a sip of tea. — Do you have anything today? Do you want to go with me to the VS session?
— No! I do not want to! I need to go over with the show producers the correct order in which the models are going to show tomorrow ... By the way, you already have the materials ready for our fashion show, right? — Brendon questions pointing to the Welsh who says with a nod, then hears the phone ring again. — What the hell, Merida, do you want to answer that crap before I answer for you?
— Bah! What the hell, Brendon! — Merida exclaims angrily. — I won't answer, forget the phone! — the redhead, with her cup in her hands, walks into the living room and sits on the sofa. — I have some cool ideas for tomorrow's fashion show, I would like to show you and Miss. Can I go after VS sessions?
Brendon just nods as he walks into the living room and to the front of the shelves, where there are several pictures of Merida with a blonde woman, next to the redhead's boxing trophies. Then, taking one of the photos, Brendon sits next to Merida and asks:
— How long have you not spoken to the American? — he points to the blonde in the photo and the Welsh smiles, taking the object from his hands. — I don't understand how you two don't realize how much you love each other!
— Well, don't be silly, of course we love each other. — Merida says mockingly — But as friends ... just that, nothing much! — the Welsh gets up, puts the photo on the shelf and sighs heavily. — Arizona is not a woman I would date with that romantic connotation, you know? The two of us ... together? NEVER! I can not take it anymore of you and my parents thinking that Arizona and I are in love with each other! It was a thing we had when we were teens, no big deal! — Merida looks at her smiling friend and asks: — Changing the subject, have you heard from Brianna?
— Aaahhh! Bitch! I knew you would ask me about her! — Brendon exclaims laughing and nods. — But of course I have great news about Brianna! And I bet you will love it!
— Don't you tell me she came back here? To London!? — Merida asks and, after the man nods, claps her hands. — What wonderful news! Tonight I'll change my plans, I think I'll pay a visit to that wonderful one! — then, the redhead's cell phone rings again and she throws a pillow over it. — What the fuck! I'll change soon and get out of here as soon as possible!
Giving the last click on the camera while taking a perfect picture, Merida makes a sign with her hands indicating that she likes it:
— VERY WELL, people! WE END THE NEW COLLECTION SESSIONS! — the Welsh shouts smiling and everyone claps. — That's it, you were all wonderful!
Merida winks at the models who smile in her direction, then, before she goes to them, she feels her cell phone vibrate again in her pants pocket and, without seeing who it is, picks up the phone and answers:
— Harris!
— WHY DID YOU NOT ANSWER THIS CRAP BEFORE?! — Arizona's high-pitched voice yells from the other side and Merida laughs heartily.
— Aaaahhhh! But if I had known it was you, I would have continued to ignore it! — the Welsh starts to walk away and signals to her assistant. — Please, Lucy, could you take all the stuff and put it in my car? Thank you!
— Oh, whoever sees you, thinks you're a sweet person! — Arizona mocks and Merida snorts.
— But I'm a sweetie! That's why you love me! — the Welsh jokes while waving to people. — See you next time, guys!
— Can you stop talking to third parties and focus on your wonderful friend who is missing you? — Arizona questions irritated. — Can you stand still for a minute, Merida?
Sighing heavily, Merida stops in front of her BMW Z4 and throws her bag, then leans against the vehicle and replies:
— Okay, Yankee, okay. You can talk! What happened? Why are you calling me all day? You could have sent me an email, it would have been more effective!
— No! Merida, you shouldn't say that kind of thing to the most important person in your life! What if it was the last time we spoke and I had a fatal accident? — Arizona dramatizes, making Merida roll her eyes.
— Okay! It's ok! Say, doctor Robbins, what was it that made you torment me all day?
The American does not respond immediately, Merida feels her breathing quickly as if she is anxious.
— Well ... I would like to know if you would have a few free days on your agenda to ... well ... who knows ... come here ...
Merida realizes the blonde seems a little afraid and at that moment wished not knowing Arizona as well as she does. Then, sighing heavily, the Welsh asks:
— Ary ... what happened? Why are you afraid?
— What?! Nothing! Nothing happened! I'm just ... miss you ... I miss you ... I miss seeing you in person... Can I miss you? — Arizona responds a little afraid and the Welsh laughs.
— Ah, yes! Okay ... anyway, I miss you too! It's just ... well ... Ary ... at the moment, I'm finalizing the new collection of Victoria´s Secret and tomorrow I have a Bren S. fashion show to cover ... so ... everything is a bit busy for me.
— I know! I know that your work is very complicated and that you have LOTS of shows, parties and collections to attend, but it's ... well ... it's important ... and I need you by my side ... — Arizona insists in a tearful voice and Merida clenches her wrists, trying not to fall into the blonde's fake drama. — Please! Merida, my love ... please? Huh? Please? Please? Please?
Sighing heavily as she jumps into her car, Merida shakes her head several times denying the blonde's request in thought, but Arizona persists with several "Please" and, overcome by the woman's tiredness and irritating voice, Merida screams:
— Aaaahhhhh OK! IT'S OK! I'LL GO! I'LL GO! — the redhead hears Arizona laughing wildly. — But I can only go after the Bren S. fashion show, okay? In two days I'll be there! Try to pick me up at the airport, Barbie!
— WILL YOU COME? FOR REAL? — Arizona asks cheerfully as she jumps excitedly in the middle of the pediatric corridor. — Send me your flight schedule! Thank you, Mery! Thank you very much! I can't wait to see you!