For the most part, Arizona was a morning person. She enjoyed mornings – everything felt fresh and new – and when she slept too late, the day felt like it was practically over.

Being a morning person in general was an asset, she believed. Especially given the fact that she was in med school, where she had to get up early. And she believed it would serve her well in the future.

It was also an asset on this trip, because in order to follow the itinerary and make it to everywhere she wanted to go on time, they would have to check out of their hotels and leave early. Ideally, they would be out of the hotel by seven in the morning at the latest, depending on the day and the destination.

But the reason she was awake right now – before the six AM alarm that was set on her phone – was not because of her status as a morning person. She wasn't feeling the way she typically felt after getting some satisfying sleep, then waking up feeling well-rested; those were good mornings.

No, this morning was the result of what could be classified as fitful sleep, at best. Feeling a strange mixture of guilt, irritation, and confusion settle in the pit of her stomach, she crossed her legs at her ankles and stared up at the plain, white ceiling some more, just as she'd been doing since she had woken up almost an hour ago, unable to fall back asleep.

The sigh that escaped her lips was nearly inaudible; not that it mattered because Callie Torres apparently slept like the dead.

She'd spent a lot of the last hour thinking about how when she was a child, her mother had made it a policy in their home that they weren't supposed to go to bed angry. She firmly believed that unresolved issues would leave them without a good night's sleep. Growing up with that philosophy had stuck with her, and frustratingly, it didn't just apply to family and friends.

It also applied to Callie Torres.

Frustrating, she thought again, as her fingers played with the hem of her tank top.

She really hadn't intended to blow up at Callie last night – especially hadn't planned on delivering the whole "I don't like you" aspect of it. Because that really wasn't her. But that was what happened when she had so much time to stew.

The stewing had really started nearly an hour into her exploration of Hershey's Chocolate World. She'd been having a good time – despite being alone. Until Alex had started texting her, after apparently hanging out with Elise. He'd seemed both somewhat amused and concerned as he had inquired "what the hell had happened" between herself and Callie.

She questioned him, because as far as she was concerned nothing had happened between them. Aside from Callie being a grump and refusing to come into Chocolate World, that is. Which resulted in him informing her that Callie had apparently already called Elise to complain about being on this trip with her.

And Arizona had tried to let it not bother her; she really had. But her defenses raised more and more the longer she'd thought about it. Because there was absolutely no reason for Callie to be upset with her already. Then, when Arizona had thought maybe they could just settle it in the car ride to the hotel, she found Callie asleep, with her sweatshirt over her face as if to say, she just couldn't be bothered.

Really, she had just snapped after spending four hours driving next to Callie's lightly snoring form, thinking about how much the other woman disliked her for no apparent reason. About how much excitement she'd had for the trip and how it was diminishing far too quickly.

Then, even though she usually had no problem falling asleep at night, she found herself so wound up, despite being exhausted from the hours of driving and the… altercation with Callie, that she wasn't able to sleep.

Which meant that she was definitely awake when Callie had entered the room. Arizona had been alone there for almost an hour before she'd heard any sign of the brunette –

Not that she'd been watching the clock or had been worried about her. For all she'd known, at that point, maybe Callie had just decided the hell with it and found her own way to California from where they were. Which was just fine with her, if the whole trip was going to be anything like the first day had been.

Regardless, the brunette had come into the room and seemed to at least be trying to be quiet, if the extremely slow closing of the door was any indication. Just after the door had closed, Arizona had heard the quietest whisper of, "Robbins?" And then a sigh, before Callie had muttered, "Whatever," and disappeared in the bathroom for a shower.

Part of her felt bad for not responding to Callie then. After all, she didn't know what the woman was going to say. Maybe it was an apology or explanation of some sort for a bad attitude.

And then she reminded herself that was highly unlikely given the source, and she'd just willed herself to stay still in her bed to maintain the guise of sleep. Which hadn't worked well, hence finding herself awake so damn early.

Without having to look, she tapped her fingers against the screen of her phone to shut off the impending alarm, as it was now completely unnecessary. With a yawn and a little bit of reluctance, she pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed her hands over her face before she looked over at Callie.

Who was still sleeping soundly, and that fact made Arizona's stomach twist in irritation again. Why did she have to care so much about their thing last night, but Callie could still sleep like a baby afterwards?

Granted, it probably had to do with the fact that Arizona worried she'd hurt the other girl's feelings. When she'd yelled at her, though those dark eyes had eventually flashed in anger right back at her, they were surprised at first. Then again, she'd felt hurt by Callie's obvious dislike of her, too.

And furthermore, how could Callie sleep so much? She'd slept for at least four hours – maybe longer – in the car last night, and then right through the rest of the night.

She didn't want to have to be the person to wake Callie up, either. But there was no one else here to do it, and Arizona wanted to hit the road as soon as possible. They had to, really, because they had a few hours to drive before hitting their next destination.

As blue eyes scanned over Callie's face, Arizona felt her stomach flutter a little, in the instinctual way it did whenever she was attracted to someone. She was almost embarrassed by the practically wistful sigh that escaped her lips, due to the fact that Callie was so pretty. Especially like this, while she was sleeping.

When Arizona didn't have to deal with perplexingly irritated dark eyes and a scowl.

Rolling her eyes at herself, she bit her lip before lifting her foot to the side of Callie's mattress, and wiggling it enough to visibly shake the sleeping woman. Arizona held her breath, because for all she knew, Callie was going to wake up still in a foul mood.

Aaand it didn't work.

The brunette simply shifted to burrow deeper into the blanket that was already pulled up to her chin. Biting her lip, she leaned forward until she was close enough to reach out and touch Callie. Her fingertips were the only contact she made with the warm lump, but the contact was firm enough as she shook her shoulder, and she couldn't deny her amusement when Callie's eyebrows furrowed adorably, and she let out a small whimper.

But she crushed that thought as soon as it took root, and reminded herself that Callie Torres was not cute. Callie Torres was the girl who couldn't stand her for no reason. Callie was the one who found her at her own party, and kissed her. Not that Arizona had been complaining at the time or anything. But then Callie was the one who also completely freaked out and avoided her like the plague after said freak out, only providing nearly monosyllabic rude comments with accusatory eyes.

Like Arizona was some sort of lesbian predator.

And moving beyond that, she was the one who apparently couldn't stand to be on this road trip with Arizona enough to put up with her for a vacation. Who instead, took to calling her friend and ranting about Arizona, when Arizona had been nothing but civil to her!

Now she was irritated all over again. Ugh.

This was a mess, already, and with that, she arched back on her mattress to grab her own pillow and with only a moment of hesitation, threw it at Callie. The brunette blinked her eyes open at that – once the pillow made contact with her face, at least – her voice all low from sleep, "What. What?"

"Almost time to go," she informed her, "I'm going to shower."

Okay, and she only felt a tiny, niggling feeling of guilt at the hazy, confused look on Callie's face, with dark eyes looking around all blearily, the discarded pillow that had hit her face falling to the floor.

Pushing the feeling down, she grabbed her bag of toiletries that she'd set beside her bed and made her way into the bathroom. Once she shut the door, her frowned and held her hand against the heavy, uncomfortable feeling settling there. She absolutely did not like constant negative interactions; frankly, it made her feel like she was going to be sick.

Blue eyes closed as she stepped into the shower, thinking about how she honestly had no idea how she was supposed to deal with Callie for the next couple of weeks. God this was frustrating – she was a likable person, generally. People didn't dislike her for no reason.

Save for the one person she was stuck with.

They were immersed in silence once more on the road, and it was a silence that was even more awkward than it had been yesterday, now with their exchange of words last night. And the fact that Callie had fallen back asleep in the hotel room, and Arizona had woken her by throwing open the curtains so that the bright morning sun streaming across her face became Callie's new alarm.

It hadn't been her finest moment, she supposed, given that Callie's response had been to glare at her and mutter things Arizona was positive she didn't want to hear about herself under her breath all the way to the bathroom.

The fact that Callie had her headphones in as she looked out the window and purposefully avoided any contact with Arizona was making this even more awkward. Why was it so easy for Callie to pretend that Arizona wasn't in existence but Callie's very presence weighed on her mind so much?

Or maybe it wasn't as simple for Callie as she thought it was, because as she turned her head to double check that it was clear for her to change lanes, she noted the tight knuckled hold the brunette had on her iPod.

Jesus. It had been only an hour – less than a third of their driving time to get to the next planned destination – and she could hardly handle it. She seriously considered apologizing just for the sake of apologizing and trying to make it less awkward.

You should apologize. You know you feel badly about telling her you don't like her and she hadn't really been outwardly rude to you.

Yeah, she hadn't been outwardly rude to you – yesterday. Don't apologize. You only said things that needed to be said. And she's said worse to you.

She mostly only said worse that time that you totaled her car, and clearly tensions had been running high that night. At least talk to the girl!

Don't! Stay strong.

I can't stand your stubbornness sometimes.

Our stubbornness.

"Ugh," She was getting a headache, and she couldn't stop her groan. Which thankfully, Callie missed, what with listening to her music and ignoring Arizona and all.

That was it. Her head just couldn't take it anymore, and her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she used her blinker to pull off at a highway stop, just after they drove by the big sign proclaiming, Ohio Welcomes You!

At least they were in the state of the destination already.

Though at this point, she was much less concerned with the timing of the trip than the… predicament, she decided was the word, as her eyes darted over Callie, who looked more alert than she had for the last hour.

Her eyes were quickly back on the road, but in her peripheral vision she noticed Callie pulling her headphones out. Once again by tugging on the wire until they fell into her lap, she noted, just as she had yesterday.

And the first words since getting into the car were spoken between them and broke the silence, which gave her the strangest feeling of gratification, as Callie asked, "So, Ohio?"

"Mhmm," she hummed back, as she parked in the lot of a diner. It looked… well, interesting, she decided was the right word, "I mean, you did look at the map yesterday," she reminded the brunette, and also wondered a bit herself.

She'd showed Callie the map – did she not even really look at it before taking to her phone the minute Arizona was gone, to complain about the trip?

Callie just gave her a narrow eyed glance before shaking her head, "Are we here for breakfast?"

Arizona nodded, because she didn't feel like saying that yes, while she could do with a meal, they were here more for the fact that the car felt oppressive and stifling with so much said – unsaid? – between them. Before she had another moment to actually say something, Callie was already out of the car and walking towards the entrance, leaving her to quickly follow suit.

The diner was practically empty, and surprisingly, thankfully, clean, though clearly outdated. A woman who wore a uniform that looked as though it was a play on a waitress's garb from the 50's, looked up from where she was wiping down the front counter, told them with a warm smile, "Sit anywhere you want; I'll be with you in just a minute!"

She ran her eyes over the seating options for only a handful of seconds before she saw that Callie was giving her a speculative look. And she couldn't exactly read into it, but it made Arizona's stomach flip. In response, she turned away from her and headed towards the nearest booth, though neither of them sat down right away.

Instead, she found herself standing in front of Callie, who took in a deep breath and then blew it out, managing to blow a few strands of dark hair. There was a hesitancy that she was very unused to seeing on Callie's face as the taller woman looked down at her and then let out a sigh, "Look…"

Annoyingly – at least to herself – interested in what Callie had to say, she latched onto the word. But even though Callie clearly wanted to say more, she trailed off and there was a look of consternation on her face.

And she didn't really know how to take that, or where to take it, and – "I have to go to the bathroom," she blurted out, before mentally cringing. She didn't even know where the words came from, really.

As dark eyebrows drew down on Callie's forehead, her expression appearing to be a mixture of confusion and impatience, Arizona turned on her heel and made her way toward the back, where a dingy restroom awaited her.

She had to think things through. Think about the options they had here.

It really was not feasible to imagine them not talking for the rest of the trip. It had been only ten hours since their argument, and she already felt like she couldn't handle that anymore – it just wasn't in her. She certainly wasn't going to call off the road trip, so that was off the table. And despite the fact that this was quickly turning into one of the worst scenarios she could have imagined, she really didn't have the heart to just kick Callie to the curb, in the middle of nowhere, Ohio.

All right. She narrowed her eyes at herself in the mirror, and nodded, working her way up to feeling determined.

She was Arizona Robbins. She hadn't been afraid of being the only girl on the marine base who would compete with the boys while growing up. She had managed to come out to her fairly conservative family without a breakdown. And she was doing pretty damn well at one of the best medical schools in the country.

So she certainly wasn't going to back away from a confrontation with Callie Torres. Even if she had to bring up… Incident Number Two to do it. And maybe it could make things even more unpleasant between them. But she was willing to take that chance in the hope that maybe some air could be cleared between them.

Resolutely, she threw the door open and turned the corner back into the diner, before her footsteps stumbled and she paused. Because Callie was sitting there with the ever present scowl on her face as she looked out the window, which wasn't out of the ordinary. But her hands were toying with her napkin in a gesture that looked somewhat – nervous? Anxious? And her lips were moving as if she was murmuring to herself.

Now she was even more curious as to what Callie had been going to say to her before she'd declared her false need for the bathroom. It was just strange, because she wasn't accustomed to seeing Callie like that. Unsure, seemingly anxious.

Then again, the little voice in the back of her head chirped, she really didn't know Callie all that well, did she?

They were in a weird place of not being strangers, but not being friends, and somehow being more than acquaintances.

She felt slightly less determined for a confrontation as she started her journey back to the table, but she was prepared to give the small speech about why she felt she was justified in yelling at Callie, but maybe she should have handled it better.

And it was only when she was sliding into the booth and opening her mouth to speak that she noticed the cup on her side of the table. She frowned in confusion, because it was a cup of tea. Not just a cup of tea, either, but the kind of tea she drank. Like, she drank it every morning at home. And some nights.

Since it was already here, ready and waiting for her, that meant that Callie must have ordered it for her. Which really took all of the wind out of her sails for her upcoming speech.

Confusion swirled inside of her as her eyes darted up from the tea to Callie, and then back again.

But if her confusion was evident, Callie just ignored it, as she took a deep breath, "Look, I'm not trying to ruin your vacation or anything. I'm just – I have a lot going on. And we don't have the best history, so maybe it's easy to… be rude or short to you."

Even though she looked grumpy while she was saying it, she also looked kind of guilty, and it was enough to knock whatever she'd had left of her prepared speech completely out of her. It might not have been an apology, but was she really expecting one from the girl across from her?

Then she was shocked, again, because the next words rushed from the brunette's mouth were, "So. I'm sorry."

Did she go into the bathroom and exit into an alternate dimension?

But Callie still wasn't done, "I didn't mean to make you think – it's not that I don't like you." At that, Arizona lifted an eyebrow, because sure, but Callie rolled her eyes, "It's just - it's complicated. Whatever," she muttered before reaching up and running a hand through that dark hair, "Yesterday was stressful, and I seriously had no fucking clue that this was a legitimate vacation or something for you. I felt… blindsided, I guess."

At this point, her fingers had started to tear off little bits of the napkin at the edges, and Arizona's confused shock had faded enough for her to find her voice. After she cleared her throat, at least, "It's okay."

At the dry look that Callie gave her, she found herself smiling self-deprecatingly, before elaborating and amending, "I was annoyed last night. Just… I was very frustrated, for all of the reasons I told you. But I could have been a little nicer about it." She hesitated for a few seconds before she pushed forward to end with, "And it's not that I don't like you, either."

The snort of laughter that left Callie's mouth made her jump, "Don't just say that if you don't mean it. It's, you know, whatever if you don't like me. That's just the way it is," she finished with a quiet mumble.

She took the words in with a tiny nod, feeling kind of flummoxed because none of this is how she saw this going at all. And really, it just reminds her that she only knew parts of Callie, but not the whole picture.

So she cupped her hands around the tea, "I'm not just saying it. I really don't know you well enough to dislike you. We…" she trailed off, thinking about Callie's words of don't have the best history, before letting out a sigh, "We can just use this trip as a vacation, you know. Like, the both of us. A fresh start, away from life at school."

Dark eyes were suddenly on her face and they looked at her so intensely that she could feel her heart beat a bit faster. Callie was speculative, as she was quiet for a few moments, before she asked so softly Arizona almost didn't hear her, "So, this trip is like a vacation from real life?"

It hadn't been exactly what she was getting at but she found herself nodding. If this was what was going to bring them peace, then absolutely, "Yeah. And, you know, I didn't know that you didn't know it was a real vacation. I assumed you knew, but I guess our friends kept information from the both of us."

At that, Callie rolled her eyes, "Apparently so."

Arizona bit down on her lip as she felt the heaviness that had been lodged in her stomach since yesterday lighten. Then she remembered the tail end of the speech she'd been ready to impart, which she felt might still be a viable offer for Callie, "If you need to get back to California quickly, I can change the schedule to bring you to an airport or something."

Even though she thought that if they could do this – converse like actual people – throughout the trip, that it could maybe be fun. Okay, maybe not exactly fun, but better, at least.

Callie's eyes darted to her phone, which Arizona was pretty sure was turned off, before she sighed and shook her head, "I can't." Then she cleared her throat, "No. It's – I can do this. The trip. If you still want me to come."

The brunette didn't look exactly thrilled at the words, and Arizona was positive that there was a story there, about not being able to be dropped off at an airport to arrive in California earlier than her schedule, but considering they'd barely breached the territory of talking without insults, she didn't think it would be a great idea to ask.

Instead, she lightly tapped her finger on the rim of her cup, "You think you can handle being on the trip with the thirteen year old who drives a Prius?" as soon as the words left her, even though they were teasing, she worried that she shouldn't have thrown Callie's words back at her.

But it seemed that they were actually the right thing to say, because the brunette's expression shifted into a semblance of a real smile, and it was really the first time Arizona had seen it directed at her in… almost their entire length of knowing each other.

Callie looked somewhat impressed, before she lifted her cup of coffee and asked, "Are you sure you can handle sharing your trip with a grumpy recluse?"

Her own smile stole across her face before she could think twice about it, "I can manage if you can."

"Well, we're both stuck in it together," Callie nodded, before taking a sip of her drink, looking contemplative for a moment before saying, seriously, "I can be civil."

As she lifted her own cup to her lips, she paused just before taking a sip to quirk her head to the side, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Dark eyebrows lifted in surprise and then that smile came back, a little stronger this time, "I think I like a snarky Arizona Robbins."

She didn't respond to that despite the pleased warm feeling that settled in her chest, and instead she cleared her throat, "So… friends? Ish?" she proposed, her stomach tightening in a strange sort of anticipation. She didn't know what it was about Callie that prompted this in her, exactly.

Well, actually, she had a few guesses.

Because Callie was someone who made flippant comments to her one minute and then was somehow knowing her favorite tea the next. Someone who would kiss her one moment, yet Arizona still didn't know where they stood. She didn't know what to expect from her, and no, she didn't generally like that in a person.

But, she supposed there were worse things.

Though she did suspect this tea thing was definitely tipping that unpredictable scale in Callie's favor.

Callie herself didn't seem to be entirely sure of… something – herself, Arizona, the situation itself; she couldn't be positive – before she tilted her head to the side, and agreeing "Yeah, I guess. Ish. Blank slate and all that."

There was something there, in the way that Callie spoke slowly and quietly, but Arizona couldn't put her finger on it. Actually, she had no idea where to even start. So, she ignored it, and just pushed on.

"I know this road trip wasn't what you planned on," Or wanted, but she just barely managed to bite that back in honor of keeping the peace in this newfound truce. "But… it's your road trip, too, now. So… I don't know, if there's something you want to see or do on the way, then we can."

A dark eyebrow quirked up at her sentence, and Callie seemed to be measuring it, before nodding and lifting her coffee mug once again, "I'll let you know." After a moment went by, Arizona couldn't help but feel entertained by the fact that Callie seemed to debate with herself, before her eyes rolled and she tacked on a muttered, "Thanks."

"An amusement park?" Callie asked, and Arizona could almost feel the disdain dripping from her tone. Certainly not amused.

Her lips quirked up at her own thought, before she couldn't help but sigh back at the brunette, "It's not just an amusement park; it's Cedar Point!"

They were standing in the parking lot of said amusement park, after finishing the remaining two hours of the drive. Which had been thankfully less awkward after their stop at the diner and subsequent agreement.

Callie was wearing sunglasses, which made her look both infuriatingly good and impassive, but Arizona could only imagine the look in dark eyes, as Callie's arms crossed, "Is every stop you have planned like this? Like, chocolate worlds and parks? I need to take another look at that damn map," she mumbled, and Arizona wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear the last part.

Either way, she had.

"You need to learn to have some fun," she pointed out, but told herself to remain calm. They'd barely started fresh a couple of hours ago. Despite the fact that Callie still listened to her own iPod on the ride here, Arizona had hopes that they were going to be friendly. At least civil.

And that had to start with Callie Torres getting off her damn high horse and loosening up. With that in mind, she tilted her head to tease, "I thought you weren't a grumpy recluse who didn't know how to have fun?"

Callie's head tilted the opposite way just a bit, as if she was rising herself to the challenge, and her mouth opened… then closed, before she muttered, "Preteen," but it seemed to be lacking actual bite.

As much as she wanted to roll her eyes, she didn't, and cut right to the chase, "Are you going to come in? Or are you going to sit out in the parking lot?"

Arizona didn't realize she was holding her breath until Callie sighed, then lifted her hand up to slide her sunglasses to perch on top of her head, "Coming in." The admission was grudging, but it was real.

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't surprised – and, weirdly, kind of really excited – and when she felt the smile slide onto her face, she didn't bother trying to hide it, "Great! Let's go."

They trekked towards the entrance, and she couldn't help but to glance at Callie out of the corner of her eye. Repeatedly. Because this was kind of a surreal experience for her. She'd known Callie for almost a year, yet this was the most time they'd ever spent together.

And she'd always been sure that Callie disliked her – because the brunette never really did anything to dissuade her of that notion, and actually had seemed pretty determined to make Arizona think that. Yet, her words from a few hours ago sounded honest, the more she thought about them.

She'd had a couple of hours to replay the whole interaction in her mind, and the way Callie had said, I didn't mean to make you think – it's not that I don't like you was… well, interesting to say the least.

Kind of flabbergasting to say a little more, and it made Arizona's curiosity pique. There was no reason for Callie to lie about that at that, and she might not know a lot about Callie, but she knew it wasn't easy for the brunette to apologize, let alone to her.

Sincerity had laced Callie's tone, and her discomfort had been extremely clear. But what did all of that even mean? How did it add up? How did Callie add up?

Arizona really wasn't sure.

She only snapped out of her own thoughts when she realized they'd stopped at the entrance and Callie was giving her a strange look, with a raised eyebrow. As if she was waiting for Arizona to respond to something, but the blonde had missed whatever it was that Callie had asked. Just as she realized this, Callie's eyebrows drew together in confusion, "You bring me to this amusement park, and as soon as we're ready to go in, you freeze?"

It was only then that she realized that their entrance fees had already been paid, and unless Callie was an extraordinary pickpocket – and she wasn't, Arizona was certain, because she'd witnessed a few events over the course of the last year that revealed Callie wasn't super smooth… "You paid for me?"

The words sounded dumb coming out of her own mouth because she could hear that the confusion inside of her was also reflected in the tone.

Callie seemed to notice it, too, because she just shrugged uncomfortably, "It's not a big deal or anything; you paid for the hotel last night so. Fair's fair."

She could already feel herself starting to slip into a smile, before it abruptly stopped, "Wait. You didn't know this was going to be a real vacation."

That uncomfortable vibe Callie had been given off dissipated as she lifted an eyebrow and her mouth twisted into what Arizona thought was almost a smirk, "Are you just getting that now, Robbins?"

Blue eyes narrowed at her for just a moment, though she realized that the teasing jibe didn't have any bite to it. Not really. Not like she was pretty sure it would have even a couple of days ago, "I meant, you didn't know this was going to be a real vacation. As in, we have a lot of stops at hotels and stopping for gas and, um, activities. Do you – I just mean, the money part. You weren't really prepared for that…" she trailed off, wanting to roll her eyes at herself now just because she kind of sounded like an idiot.

But Callie got what she meant, apparently, and either didn't think she sounded like a moron or didn't call her out on it. Arizona took it as the former, though it didn't matter, and Callie nodded, "Oh. Yeah, don't worry. I can hold up my half."

It was like the anticipation for the trip that had drastically downturned was making a comeback, blowing up like a balloon, and Arizona could feel it bubbling up in her stomach. She had a road trip partner who was at the bare minimum going to cover half of the costs, and while she wouldn't exactly say Callie was excited about the prospect of the vacation – obviously – she was standing here, inside of an amusement park which clearly wouldn't have been her first choice of a destination, willing to make an effort.

To make an effort in the name of a tentative, newfound friendship. She tilted her head, mentally correcting herself friend-ish-ship.

And she had been looking forward to not just this trip but also this aspect of it – because unlike some people, she actively enjoyed amusement parks, and especially rollercoasters. So she really couldn't control the way she bounced a bit on the balls of her feet, "All right, so I planned out the best route to go, and –"

She was cut off by the snort that came from Callie, who was somehow both smirking at her and looking genuinely amused, "You mapped out the best route to go in an amusement park?"

"I mean, it's best to have a plan going in, that way you don't waste time and you can optimize the time you have. It's the logical thing to do!" she defended, arching her eyebrow at the taller woman. It was a sound plan, something she and Alex had agreed on months ago.

Dark eyes watched her and for a second, she was positive Callie was going to say something disparaging, but she apparently bit it back, and just settled with, "You are so fucking strange, Robbins."

Which should have been disparaging, but kind of just felt like teasing. Like something Callie might say to an actual friend. So she just scoffed, "It's not being strange, it's called being prepared. Maybe you should try it sometime."

Callie just gave her a look out of the corner of her eye before she tipped her sunglasses back down over her eyes, "Fine. But first, we're stopping at the cotton candy stand."

Eyebrows lifting in surprise, she waited until Callie got a few steps away as those long, long legs were not waiting for her, before she jogged a bit to catch up, "You call me a preteen, but you're the one who sets her sights on cotton candy, first thing? Hmm."

"I need some sugar to help me get through your whole planned day. Some of us don't just have rainbows stored away to keep us energized," she drawled, as she stepped into line.

She wasn't sure that she should feel offended at that, but still, "Rainbows? Really?"

Callie's full lips moved into a smirk as she glanced over at Arizona, "Sorry, I misspoke; butterflies."

Her mouth opened to defend, but she really couldn't, given that she did have a tank top that might have small, multicolored butterflies on it. And, okay, she was twenty-three, but in her defense, she really only wore that particular shirt around her apartment or on weekends when she was running out of the house.

And at that, her curiosity rose, and she gave the brunette a look from the corner of her eye, "I never realized you paid such close attention to my wardrobe."

She wanted to see the look in those dark eyes more than she could admit, especially as Callie didn't respond to her with the usual snap. Instead, she quickly turned to face front again, and if Arizona wasn't mistaken, she thought there might have been a hint of a blush on Callie's cheeks. And she wasn't mistaken.

"I don't," was all the brunette muttered, but it was enough to be a vehement denial.

Which really just made the curiosity inside of her bloom even more, and she waited until Callie had ordered and received her cotton candy before she bit her lip and asked, "And how did you know what kind of tea I drink?"

If it was really possible for someone to choke on cotton candy, she thought Callie might. As it was, the brunette just froze, coughing twice, before sliding her sunglasses back up, so quickly it left them a bit skewed, and Arizona felt it was somewhat adorable, but that might be because seeing Callie Torres seem flustered was, for lack of a better word, delightful.

"I'm – it's not – we're neighbors," Callie settled on, her voice taking on an exasperated tone that did nothing to dampen Arizona's amusement. And as she continued to grin at her, the brunette scowled, "Neighbors learn things about each other. Without even meaning to. It happens," she grumbled, and tipped off a piece of her cotton candy.

Yeah, she definitely couldn't stop her smile if she wanted to, which she didn't because it seemed to make Callie even more annoyed. It was the posturing she'd seen from the brunette countless times, the way her eyes narrowed and her jaw set, as she seemed to march forward.

But unlike the many other times, she didn't find herself annoyed right back. How could she in this instance? She didn't point out that despite the fact that they were neighbors, she didn't know how Callie took her morning beverage of choice. Instead, she just led them toward the first rollercoaster.

They walked in silence for a few moments, before Callie cleared her throat, "What's the plan after this?"

Arizona looked up at her, and was both slightly concerned and impressed that Callie had finished the cotton candy already, "You're actually asking this time and not just waiting to be surprised?"

Brown eyes narrowed at her with a dry look, "Yeah, well the surprises so far haven't been working out with me too much."

That was a fair point, and she shrugged, "I figured we would spend the rest of the day here," she pointedly ignored the sour look Callie's face took on, "Get some dinner while we're here, and get a room in the hotel down the road."

Callie was giving her an inscrutable stare, before she sighed, her lips still pulled into a frown, "Fine."

"Why is it that you might just be the only person I know that is, like, pissed at the idea of spending the day in an amusement park?" she couldn't resist asking, because she was genuinely curious as to what the hell made Callie tick.

The taller woman crossed her arms, "I'm not pissed," she denied.

But all Arizona did was lift her eyebrows, because Callie's face was telling a different story.

A muscle ticked in Callie's jaw before she released a sigh and shook her head, sidestepping the conversation all together, "So, where are we headed first? You're the woman with the plan."

In response, she gestured up at the closest rollercoaster on their left that lifted high in the air, and she started a tingle of excitement. But when she cast a look toward Callie, she saw the way her eyes widened and she looked markedly paler, and it was only then that it dawned on her.

Arizona tried to keep the smile off of her face, she really did. But, god, she couldn't help feeling ridiculously amused as all of the cracks were filled, and Callie's attitude was explained, "My, my. Could it be that the big bad Callie Torres is afraid of heights?"

"No," came the denial again, swift and fast, and so clearly a lie. Especially with the way Callie's eyes kept darting back and forth between all of the loops on the proposed rollercoaster.

A giggle escaped her before she could stop it, but it was all too good. Callie, for her bravado and proclaimed badassery, was afraid of heights. It was making her oh-so much more of a tangible person, and she was kind of loving it.

It was the giggle that caused Callie to narrow her eyes, "Cut it out. There's no logical reason to be afraid of heights," her voice came out in a whisper, and sounded more like she was talking to herself than anything, before she cleared her throat, "Let's just go."

Lifting her eyebrows at the way Callie started to determinedly walk in the direction of the line, she hurried after her, until they were entering the line, and she could clearly see the way Callie swallowed nervously. Blue eyes followed the line of her throat speculatively, looking at that smooth looking tan skin for a few moments before she tore her eyes away and looked up at her face, "You really don't have to do this. We can figure something else out to do," she offered.

Callie just rolled her shoulders, shaking back her hair that was already tied up into a ponytail, "Nope. We're here, and we're doing this."

This time, she was able to bite back her smile as they moved forward in the line, "Okay."

The brunette's nerves only got more evident as they drew closer to the front of the line and she was nearly shaking by the time they took their seats.

"Do you need to hold my hand?" she asked, and it was a genuine offer, as she offered it to Callie, palm up between the two of them.

Dark eyes stared at it for a moment, and Arizona swore she watched Callie's hand twitch at her side, but she then curled them into fists before shaking her head, "I'm fine."

With a shrug, she dropped her hand, leading the way as they moved into their seats. She did up her own buckles quickly, before keeping an eye on the brunette who seemed to be swearing under her breath with every movement she did to make sure things were properly in place.

She really shouldn't be finding this so entertaining, but… she couldn't help it.

Wordlessly, she offered her hand once more, and was actually very surprised when, after dark eyes closed for a few seconds, Callie's hand slipped into hers and held tightly, their fingers interlocking easily. Somehow naturally.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Callie was muttering, and it was low and husky and made Arizona's stomach tingle instinctively, as the rollercoaster started to edge forward on the track.

As they started to fly down the first drop, she couldn't even take her eyes away from the woman next to her. Because Callie was simultaneously screaming, but also looking ridiculously thrilled. In a free kind of way that Arizona really didn't think she had ever seen, not on Callie. The grip on her hand was ridiculously tight, but she just squeezed back.

The many sides to Callie Torres, she thought again, enjoying the warm hand in hers. And she just might get to see all of them.

Please let me know what you think! I've been loving the response so far, and your opinions.

Also, let this just be known that I have never been to the places they go to in this story, so please forgive any inaccuracies (and I'm sure there will be several) and just roll with it.