Loving Calliope, Chapter 2
A/N: For those who have reviewed, thank you. Yes this story is based off of the movie Loving Annabelle. I had no intentions of trying to pass it off as my own, or any of that nonsense. I promise you it will be different from the movie, that ending killed me. The first few chapters will be based off the movie, but then it will change. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this.
I do not own Grey's Anatomy, all rights go to the oh so wonderful Shonda and Loving Annabelle was written and directed by the amazing Katherine Brooks.
It's a really wonderful movie. The connection that Simone and Annabelle have is amazing. If you have't seen it, I suggest watching it after you read my story.
Thanks again, Sarah.
Callie walked into the dorm room she now shared with Christine, Allison and Rebecca.
Christine was laying on the bed reading, Allison was painting and Rebecca was on the floor by a covered cage.
"Hey Prissy." Rebecca whispered, removing the blanket.
"What's in the cage?" Callie asked.
"It's a porcupine, her names Prissy. I found her in the woods, I think her mother died." Rebecca said putting on a pair of oven mitts.
"Careful Callie, that thing has wicked gas." Allison snickered.
"She doesn't have gas." Rebecca said looking down. "No one else knows about her besides us. Ms. Robbins is letting me keep her."
"Cause she has no other friends." Allison said laughing.
Callie glared at Allison.
"Whatever." Allison said, blowing off the looks Callie was sending her way.
Callie picked up her sketch book and headed out of the room.
She was walking down the sidewalk outside when she spotted Ms. Robbins sitting on a bench.
She looked breathtakingly gorgeous, the moon was shinning on her face.
What Callie didn't see were the tears silently streaming down Ms. Robbins face.
Callie found a seat on the wet ground wear she couldn't be seen and pulled her sketch book out from her bag.
She began sketching Ms. Robbins.
"My respiration, my inspiration, the beating of my heart. The passing of blood and air through my lungs. A few light kisses, a few embraces, the reaching around of arms. The song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun." Ms. Robbins said, closing the book and leaning against the desk. "Now, we've already spent a lot of time talking about Song of Myself from a stylistic perspective, but what about content?"
"Wasn't Walt Whitman gay?" Allison asked.
"Yes." Ms. Robbins said.
"So he's writing this about another man?" Allison asked.
"Perhaps." Ms. Robbins said.
The class snickered.
"Let's take a closer look at the opening lines. What does he mean when he writes, 'I celebrate myself. For every atom belonging to me, belongs to you?'" Ms. Robbins asked.
No one answers.
"Stephanie?" She calls upon.
"We're all connected?" Stephanie questions.
She nods at the answer and smiles. "Anyone else?"
Callie raises her hand.
"Calliope." Ms. Robbins said.
"Because through love, we feel the intensity of our connection to everything and everyone. And at the core we're all the same. We're all one." Callie said.
Ms. Robbins smiled.
"Very good." She said towards Callie.
"So I'm the same as Rebecca? Hah, I don't think so." Allison laughed turning towards Callie.
"Why don't you expand your mind?" Rebecca said quietly from the back of the room.
"Why don't you stop cutting yourself?" Allison said.
"Out of my class." Ms. Robbins said, pointing towards the door.
Allison smirked and gathered her things and left, slamming the door as she walked out.
"Everyone open your books to page 46, let's take another look at the beginning." Ms. Robbins says making her way down the isle to the back of the room.
She stopped at Rebecca's desk and bent down to her eye level.
"You okay?" She asked the young girl.
Rebecca nodded.
"Okay." Ms. Robbins said standing up straight, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Callie laid on her bed and looked at the picture in her sketch book she drew of Ms. Robbins.
"Hey Cal-" Allison said walking into the room.
Callie quickly shut the sketchbook.
Allison raised her eyebrow.
"Were going swimming, want to come?" Allison said. "Or- if your too busy- you know, doing whatever it is your doing…"
"Yeah, I'm kind of busy, go ahead." Callie said, waiting for Allison to leave before she opened it back up.
She couldn't help but admire how beautiful Ms. Robbins was.
Ms. Robbins walks up and down the isles reading from her poetry book.
Callie watches closes and she walks past her, leaning over to get a better view.
"Now you feel how nothing clings to you. Your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich thick fluids rise and flow, illuminated in your infinite peace. A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you, is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead. When Rilke says, 'Your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich thick fluids rise and flow..' what was he talking about?" Ms. Robbins asks.
Callie looked around.
"I think he was talking about sex." She said.
"What would make you think that?" Ms. Robbins asked.
"'Your vast shell reaches into endless space' sounds like a metaphor for your bodies orgasms." Callie said.
The class laughed.
"And 'endless space' could represent the infinite possibilities that open up for you when you climax. And 'thick fluids' well, that's kind of obvious. I think Rilke is implying that sex and love can merge together." Callie said.
"Epically good sex." She said, looking up and down at Ms. Robbins, biting her pen.
The bell rang.
"Calliope, I'd like to speak with you." Ms. Robbins says, removing her glasses.
Callie gathered her stuff and walked up to Ms. Robbins who was leaning on the front of her desk.
"Look, I respect my students and I encourage you all to have your own opinions-" Ms. Robbins said.
"But-" Callie intervened.
"But, I can't help thinking you're trying to get a rise out of me." Ms. Robbins said.
"And why would I want to do that?" Callie asked.
"Perhaps to get attention." Ms. Robbins said.
"Or perhaps I'm intrigued." Callie smirked.
"Intrigued by what?" Ms. Robbins asked.
"By you." Callie said.
"I'd appreciate if you'd be more appropriate with your comments in my class." Ms. Robbins said.
Callie smirked and walked out.
Ms. Robbins was in for a hard time with her.
A/N: Thanks again for reading, sorry its short. The 2nd poem is called "Buddha in Glory" by Rainer Marie Rilke.
