Trying another one. This one will be slow burn, not for the impatient ones. You are already warned.

It was moving day today, and she was ecstatic. Starting her first year in medical school. Having graduated top of her class, finally being able to move out of her childhood house and away from her parents felt so good. Callie Torres was a sheltered child. Pretty much her whole life. She studied in private schools, when she chose to study pre-med, her parents pretty much convinced her to study in the University of Miami, which was like a few minutes away from her house even if she got into the best schools in the US. The woman was chauffeured where ever she goes, the school, the mall, the beach, she was even advised to just invite her friends in the private beach in their property. Now, now she felt free.

There was a lot of conversation with this move. Callie argued the school rankings to so her father and mother cannot hold her in Miami anymore, she also asked for her sister's help who was currently studying in Wharton School. Callie got in the University of Pennsylvania as well but they were afraid that their parent would move if they are in the same place, same school, so she hid the results and chose Johns Hopkins. She also wanted to be a normal student, living in the dorms not in some preppy elite place her father is going to buy. That was a long one, her safety was an issue. Being a daughter of a business tycoon was a little harder, but people doesn't generally know that she was the daughter of Carlos Torres unless they conducted a business together. She was a daddy's little girl, of course after some begging, little fake tears, he gave in. However her mother just shook her head and smirked at her daughter. She knew how sneaky her girls are. Another argument made was her transfer, Carlos wanted to take her daughter to her new school, stay for a week as she settles in. But she was a goddamn adult! So she agreed to her father to arrange for her things to be delivered in the dorms and she would drive her brand new Audi R8 from Miami to Baltimore. She wanted to bring her classic baby blue Thunderbird but her dad and mom didn't like that their baby girl will be driving for almost 18 hours in an old classic car that can break down anytime. Callie kept the maintenance up, but having a car older than as she is not really helping her. So she reluctantly agreed to let her dad get her a new car that she can use to drive around the campus, the town.

Callie Torres wanted the real experience. Dorms in JHU had options, single room, single room with shared spaces, shared room and shared spaces, shared room and communal bathrooms, kitchen, so on and so forth. As much as she wanted to have the experience everything, she also has some boundaries, so no to communal bathrooms. Single rooms options were going to either make her share the bathroom with 3 or more people or make her dad visit more often. Double occupancy room it is. Sharing the room, the bathroom is better than the alternatives. She saw it from the website, the room was fairly sized since it was one of the older structures with most of the designs are symmetrical. There are two single beds, both set beside the walls, left and right. Window in the smack middle with a ledge which can be placed with some pillow as a lounge area. There are two tables, both by the feet of the bed, two cabinets by the wall by the table. By the door, on the left was a small kitchen with a U type with a small fridge, a single burner and a sink, facing the bed on the left was a small bar with two bar stools where occupants could eat. By the right side of the door is the bathroom, bathroom has a combined tub and shower, one sink and a toilet. The bathroom door is facing the table and bed on the right side, so the tenants of the basically have the same allotted space.

She already knew she was going to have a roommate, she was hoping to have a decent relationship with the woman she was going to share her daily life. Callie was prepared for anything. Or so she thought.

Arriving in the parking lot, she looked around. Her car sticks out like a sore thumb. There were some new model cars in the lot but her black car stands out the most. She almost grunted in annoyance. Of course her dad would pick the most ridiculous car, but she had to admit she like the handling, the speed, the power. Before she left Miami, she joined in a couple of drag races. More particularly, she won by her opponent already judging her and her car. But what they didn't know was Callie was a seasoned driver. The car her dad chose was a stick shift with a v10 engine, he knew she would love it. Loops with a difficult turns was her forte too, learning how to drift when she started driving helps too.

With a car like hers, storage was a problem. So what she had was a small duffle and her hand bag with her important items sitting in her passenger seat. Pulling on that, she straps both on her shoulders and locked her car. Callie walked towards the building, her dorm room was in a 3rd floor of a 3 story building at the far end. This constitutes two windows, the one in the main area between the beds and a small window by the bathtub.

Panting when she gets on the third floor, she was grateful her father forced her to have some people put her boxes in the room. She was exhausted from the drive. But thinking of her books and other heavy stuff, she didn't really know how she can put all those by herself. Looking for the room, 302. Her phone suddenly rings. Balancing her bags over her shoulder, she reluctantly answered the phone.

"Daddy-"

"Mi hija, you told us you'll call when you arrived. You should be there by now."

Callie closed her eyes and sighed. She was in front of the room, holding the knob. "Daddy, I told you when I arrive in the dorm I'll call. I'm still outside."

"We are worried mi amor. This is the first time you'll be living by yourself. A thousand miles away from us. Its never too late to go study here you know? I can make some calls." She heard her father through the phone. She lets go of the knob and leaned by the wall. She didn't want to start her new experience with this.

"Please, Daddy. We talked about this."

"I know, I know. We missed you Mi Hija." "Behave!" She heard her mother yelled though the phone. Her mom, she was a little loose than her father. As long as she was getting good grades and the things she was doing was relatively good. That she remains to be a respectful person. That was it. Her mom knew about hers and her sister's boyfriends way back. Dating was kind of difficult with Carlos as her father, but her mom lets her date on and off depending on who it is. Her mom was a lawyer, plus with their money and connections, she could easily research about whoever she is dating. Especially in Miami or the entire state of Florida.

"Love you both!" She yelled and dropped the phone and her head. Shaking any remaining annoyance, she stood straight up and opened her door.

Her roommate was already there, fixing her bed. She noticed her own boxes on the bed, the table, the floor. The blonde woman wearing a buttoned-down white shirt tucked in her jeans, with blue eyes whose dimples was way too deep turned to look at her with a warm smile.

"Hi!" The blonde woman extended her arm. Letting go of the things she have in her hands. "I'm Arizona Robbins, I hope you don't mind I chose this side. I'm kind of scared if the foot of my bed is facing the bathroom door, or any door. The way it squeaks or if the light from it is off but the door is open, its kind of creepy."

Callie just raised her brow at the rambling blonde. "Callie" She slightly shook her hands. Not dwelling on the fact that the blonde has a very. Very soft hand, skin. Whatever.

The blonde smiled again. "I ramble when I'm nervous. I never really had roommates before, besides my brother." Arizona laughed when Callie gave her a weird reaction. "Japan, small spaces. Small homes."

Too perky. That was her initial overview of her roommate. Her perkiness was giving her a head ache.

"So where are you from?" Arizona asked as Callie went over her boxes and started to make her bed up.

Callie looked over her shoulders and didn't answer. She was kind of tired, she doesn't really know how to react to people generally perky. She was the kid at the back of the classroom, eating her hair.

Arizona pouted as she sat down on her bed. She was good in making friends. Friends that she always say goodbye to in the end of the year or two. But she wanted to build some roots, now that she was in medical school, her life can take off from here. Wherever she goes next was going to be her own decision.

"Well, I'll leave you be. So you can unpack." Arizona reluctantly stood up and left the room.

Callie looked around and saw her roommates stuff already piled nicely. Her bed covers were white, pillows, and her blanket. How very vanilla.

Now, she was going to start unpacking. In her mind, all the things she bought from Miami was just the essentials. But with the boxes around her, she was already questioning if her mother put a little more than she packed. Opening one box, she already knew the answer. Pulling her phone up and placing it between her shoulders and ear so she can move while talking.

Not even bothering to let the other person talk, Callie spoke as soon as the ring stopped.

"Mom."

"Hija! How are you? Is everything okay? Should we fetch you now?" Callie heard her mom's teasing tone, but she was not really in the mood.

"Mom, why are my boxes doubled what I had packed? And why do I have a box solely for towels?" She growled while pulling different types of towel.

"You need those. A hand towels, bath towels, wash cloths, finger towels-"

Callie rolled her eyes and grunted. "Why would I need finger towels?!" She turned angrily when she heard the door open and close.

"Sorry, I just forgot my map." The blonde muttered and gave her another smile and went out again.

"You may have guests someday and its not hospitable without those items." She heard her mom say.

"I don't need different types of towel to be hospitable, Mother."

"Do not call me that. It makes me seem old." Her mom gave a stern tone.

Callie laughed a little. She missed her mom already, but this was her adventure. "I know, Mother. But please can you chill on sending me stuff. I just want to be normal."

"Alright, honey. I can be chill." Callie smiled as she heard her mother said the word chill. "You have your card, so just buy whatever you need." Before Callie could say anything, she heard her mom again. "And yes, I'll tell your Dad to chill too."

"Love you, Mom."

"I love you too my baby. I miss you already."

Callie dropped her phone on the bed and started to unpack her boxes. Most of them are her essential clothes. She draped her leather jacket in her chair, placed her clothes in the closet, fixed her new dark sheets on her bed. New because her standard king sized Egyptian sheets wouldn't fit in her single bed. She went to the bathroom to arrange her products when she noticed small clear white divider with shampoo, conditioners, body wash and others on the right side of the tub. Which means hers would have to go on the right. Then looking over the counter, there was a similar scenario, small clear white divider with facial wash, tooth brush, and others, on the left.

Her roommate might have a little OCD.

Piling her boxes on the floor by her table, she unpacked the last box with her favorite snacks and drinks. She may be annoyed before, but now, being dead tired and hungry, she sent a silent 'love you, mom'. Eating some snacks, she walked over the small fridge with dual doors for the freezer. Upon checking, the blonde already stocked it with her own stuff, there were two containers of ice cream in the freezer on the left, below were some bottles of water, energy drinks, some fruits, fruit juices, all stocked on the left side. Even the storage by the door. Callie was now rolling her eyes. The perky, OCD blonde. Placing all her item opposite the blonde's stuff, she managed to finish a bottle of water and half soda she placed on her table with her laptop before she went to brush teeth and lay down.

The next sound she heard was something steaming. She opened her eyes and noticed that the sun already went down, the light was coming from the other side of her bed. She sat up for a bit and massaged her shoulders.

"Oh hey! You are awake." The blonde stopped what she was doing to look at Callie. "Did I wake you?"

Callie just grunted and walked towards the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Glancing around, she noticed her boxes were folded and placed beside her table and the cabinet. She squints her eyes at the blonde who could only be the reason for this. It was a nice gesture, or a weird one. So she tried to talk to her perky little roommate. She might not be that bad.

"What are you doing?" She muttered as she looked fridge for the Cuban sandwich she bought along the way. She looked in the cupboard for the single pan she took from Miami and a small spatula, she reheats her food.

The blonde smiled at her again. "I'm steaming my clothes. Being packed so tightly, it got wrinkled in my suitcase."

The brunette slightly nodded. She placed her sandwich back in the wrapper and tried to walked over to her bed.

"Could you wash that?" The blonde pointed at the pan and spatula she used.

Giving her the Torres glare, Callie paused and think how to handle the situation. She wasn't a total slob. But she was dam hungry. "I will, after I eat."

The blonde squinted her eyes at Callie. "Okay. At least put in in the sink." She resigned that she was being a little bossy. But her father told her to keep her ship clean.

"I will. After I eat." Callie repeated her words. Not backing off.

The blonde bit her lips. She knew she had to adjust with living with someone who isn't her father, mother or brother. "Now that I have you." The blonde steps aside to place her newly steamed clothes back in her closet. "Can you put the cap back on your tooth paste after you use it?" Maybe stating her concerns in a question would make the brunette more receptive to her.

Callie was busy stuffing her mouth with her sandwich when she heard the question. She pulled on the remaining soda over her table and gulped. "Its my tooth paste."

"I know. But it looks messy." The blonde rebutted.

"But its my tooth paste." Callie said slowly, almost as if the blonde was a little slow.

"The counter is a shared space." The blonde argued again.

"But its my tooth paste." She said again very slowly. Callie questioned. "Do you have OCD?"

Her blonde roommate might have taken that question a little harshly "No? I just think that a clean ship is a happy ship, so why not make our room ship shape?" The blonde shrugs as she went to the small kitchen to wash the pan and spatula.

"Ship shape?" Callie asked once again. She watched her roommate wash the pan she just used. "Could you not do that? I was going to wash that."

"I highly doubt that." The blonde whispered as she kept her back from Callie.

But the brunette heard. Callie rolled her eyes and finished her sandwich, placing the soda and the wrapper on the table.