I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a little shorter, but I wanted something from Callie's POV. Also, thank you for the reviews so far :)

Callie POV

"What's got you in such a good mood Torres?"

"Hmm? Oh sorry Mark...nothing just an old friend from high school is coming into town and we're going to dinner tonight."

"Uh-huh...and would this friend be Arizona? The one you're always bringing up and telling me stories about?"

"I do not always bring her up?" I said defensively. Plus Arizona was a big part of my life growing up. Of course I would tell funny stories that involved her.

"Whatever Cal. All I know is that whenever you do mention her you get a twinkle in your eye. I'm just sayin'. But I hope you have fun tonight. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That's not saying a lot Mark," I yelled at my friend as he walked away.

When I had received the email from Arizona telling me she would be in town for a convention and wanted to get together for dinner I was immediately giddy with excitement. It had been too long since Arizona and I had been able to really catch up.

Almost everyday I regretted losing touch with my friend, someone who completely got me. I hadn't met anyone else like Arizona. Her zest for life and her bubbly personality were contagious. And I know I could have easily picked up my phone and called her, but as time went on it was like I wouldn't know what to say. Which is ridiculous because it's Arizona. But having dinner with her and reconnecting would give us the opportunity to get our friendship back.

I remember our senior prom was the weekend of Arizona's birthday. All of our friends decided to not go to the prom, but instead to sleep over at Arizona's house and stay up late and drink. None of us really cared about the prom to be honest. But two weeks before her birthday, Hayden Hawthorne, the most popular and hottest guy in school, asked me to go with him and how could I say no? Arizona had told me it was fine to go, but I knew she was kind of hurt, which I understood. I promised that afterwards I would come spend the night.

I had fun, but most of the night I kept thinking about Arizona and wondering if my friends were having fun without me. These were our last few weeks together and here I was with a guy who I couldn't really relate to and nothing was going to come of it. I ended up getting to Arizona's house around 3am when everyone was asleep...or so I thought.

"Calliope," Arizona whispered. After my eyes had adjusted to the darkness I looked up and was met with those beautiful blue eyes and a smile that brought out her dimples.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was actually waiting up for you. Don't sleep on the floor...come sleep with me." Normally I wouldn't have thought anything about it, but when Arizona said it, it sent shivers through my body. As I climbed into bed, I could smell a hint of vanilla from her that I had come to love.

"So...how was it?" she asked me, with a smile still on her face. Even though I knew her feelings were hurt, she understood why I went. We ended up talking until the sun came up. That was one of my best nights with Arizona and one that I think about often.

After she and her family moved we lost touch. We were both so ambitious and competitive that we did so much in college to both get into med school. And of course once you're in med school you are extremely busy with studying and classes and not wanting to screw up. Then comes residency where you really have no life. I am now an attending at New York Presbyterian, which has a great ortho department and I love it. There is nothing like the thrill of breaking bones…I'm pretty much a badass.

It's hard to believe that I've only seen Arizona a handful of times since she moved away. We were so inseparable in high school that I never thought we would even need to reconnect with one another.

As I leave the hospital, I realize I can't wipe the stupid grin off my face. I'm just so excited that I'll be seeing Arizona in two hours. I made reservations at One if by Land, Two if by Sea, one of my favorite restaurants in the city. Now I need to go home and figure out what I'm gonna wear for our date. I mean dinner, not date. Why would I even think of it as a date? I mean it's Arizona. "It's Arizona," I whispered to myself.