A/N: Yay finally typing using my laptop. Got some down time while studying, so I decided to write another chapter. To shed some light on the Callie Arizona age-gap situation: During the flashback, Callie is 17 years old, Arizona is 21 years old, but Callie will be turning 18 soon. In present time, Callie is 23 years old and Arizona is 26 years old (Since Callie recently turned 23 early this year). This is the longest chapter by far.

I think there's nothing more devastating than looking through photos from the past and realizing that those were the best times of your life. When I was a teenager, I couldn't wait to become this hot-shot doctor, earning money, saving lives, and I thought that all I had to do was survive pre-med and med school. Boy, was I wrong. Here I am, a doctor, broke, without inspiration or any motivation. I've experienced and seen the dark side of the practice. It's mostly politics. It doesn't matter how brilliant you are; all your intelligence, hard work, and good patient care would mean nothing if you don't walk around flaunting every little thing you do, and if your parents aren't doctors or filthy stinking rich, you'll need all the luck with getting to good programs, because the good programs would require a lot of time and money for the application, and some would not pay their trainees at all. My parents cut me off. They found out I had a girlfriend. I was stubborn, I didn't yield to their wishes, a part of it was for my girlfriend, now fiancé whom I loved….love deeply, and a big part was for me. If they cannot love me for who I am, then screw it right?

I have been with Natalie for 3 years. She was straight, and still claims to be, but she says that it doesn't matter because she only loves me. I had to woo her for 3 months before she agreed to become my girlfriend. My parents found out shortly into the relationship, and they cut me off and took my apartment and car. I had some money saved, so the first thing I bought for myself was a second hand car. I had to buy one in such a short notice, because Natalie mentioned that she would not have dated me in the first place if I didn't have a car. The car I got was pretty beat up, and it cost a fortune to fix, and it would still halt in the middle of the road, I just learned to live with it. Then, I moved in with Natalie. It took a while for Natalie and I to adjust to a new lifestyle, 2 and a half years to be exact. Only when my bank account had a remaining balance of 2 digits did we realize that we had to stop spoiling each other… I meant I realized I had to stop spoiling her with trips, and gifts, and expensive dates. The last I got to buy her was her engagement ring. The planning of the wedding has to be pushed back a bit.

Being with Natalie wasn't all that bad. She was genuinely caring, and loving, and there is no doubt in my mind that she really loves me. She holds me when I'm scared, she loved me still while I was vulnerable, and she stood patiently by my side when I was so angry at everything, everyone, even at her. It's just that, she's a good liar. A really good liar. At first, I noticed that bills would be disappearing from my stash, and who else would be getting money from there if it wasn't me. Then, she started lying about the people she would hang out with. It was so bad that she would pretend to be talking to people on the phone, people I supposedly knew just to show me who she will be hanging out with them instead of people I don't know. She's so good at lying that she has lied to almost everyone in her life about being with me. Only a few of her friends know, and she has managed to ruin my relationship with them because she would tell them that I shout at her and I cuss at her when I'm mad. Although she always make it a point to leave the part where she was being a lying conniving bitch caught in the act. She lied to her exes about being with someone. So they started messaging her in Facebook, texting her, calling her, asking her to hang out. She would bring me along just to assure me, but she would blatantly flirt with them in front of me.

Still, I stayed, because I loved her.

Loved.

Flashback to February 2011

Hell week. Can anything be more painful than this? Wading through waves and waves of exams, some gentle, some slamming you straight on the face. One last wave though, then we're free. It's Friday, and it's the day before Valentines Day. My friends and I decided to have a pre-Valentines bash at our usual bar. All of us are mostly single apart from Meredith and Derek who seem to have a thing going. They proposed that we all get hammered and get our groove on with other people. I totally agree with the getting hammered part, but getting my "groove on" with someone seems out of the picture. There's only one person I'd rather have my groove on with, but she's unavailable.

I haven't heard from Arizona since Monday. It was her first day of work. She did text me Monday night saying that work kicked her in the ass and that she was super tired. I don't know if she remembered that I invited her to come drink with us this Friday. I tried texting her a couple of times this week, but no response. I was freaking out for the past couple of days because of that. What if she felt awkward after our little meet up in the coffee shop? What if she realized that I was totally crushing on her and I might have assumed that it was a date? What if Joanne told her off because she got the vibe that I'm totally into her girlfriend? I screwed up.

Today though, I'm no longer freaking out. I just feel defeated. So I'm just going to take the last two remaining tests, get this over with, and drink til I drop later tonight.

…

It's a little past 10 pm, and I am definitely feeling the buzz. I had been exhausted for most of the day, and I forgot to eat a proper lunch because of the exams. I've downed 3 cocktails, 2 bottles of beer, 2 shots of vodka, and 2 shots of tequila. I am on my way to the bar to get another round. My friends are equally inebriated as I am or maybe even more. For those who can hold their liquor, the party is still going, for the unfortunate ones, they had collapsed to the benches on the side. Meredith and Derek are nowhere to be seen, probably doing the nasty in one of the bushes outside.

I was on my way back to the table when a girl approached me.

"One of them for me?", she whispered dangerously close to my ear.

"Uhm…", I mumble, trying to figure out if I know who this girl is.

A little bit shorter than me, black flowing hair, dark brown eyes, caramel complexion, killer body. I think I remember her, she's one of those art majors who take sociology with us…Camila I think?

"Sure, grab one", I say to her.

She grabbed one shot of vodka and downed it, then, she raised her glass and screamed "woooo…" and I "wooooeed" back.

I made my way back to the table and she was right on my trail.

She's a little too close for comfort, but I don't mind, better to have someone on my arm than no one right? The music blared louder, and the people got wilder. College kids started standing on the tables, dancing, girls taking their bras off and throwing them to horny guys. Sadie, being Sadie, has gotten up on our table and started swaying her hips. She took one bottle of beer and she poured it over her shirt eliciting wild jeers from the people from the bar. I only realized that my new companion was really really drunk as well when she herself climbed up the table and started gyrating on Sadie. I have to admit, it is a very welcome sight. These girls are not bad, in fact they are hot, and they definitely know how to move. Camila started pulling on me, asking me to come up the table with them. I refused for a couple of reasons: one, I don't want to embarrass myself, and two, I might be too drunk to properly maneuver myself up that table without falling over. Camila seemed to have realized that I would not budge, so she just jumped to my arms and clung to me like a monkey with her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She then gave me the sloppiest kiss I have ever had. What a way to celebrate Valentines day.

Just a few seconds into the kiss, I felt someone tugging on my arm. I can't turn my head though because Camila's arm are securely around my neck.

"Calliope", a stern voice called.

I instinctively pulled my hand away from Camila's butt and I took one step back making the small brunette fall on the ground. She was too drunk to feel pain though, so once she landed on the floor, she just gave out a louder "wooooo" and the guys were all over her in an instant lifting her off the floor.

I turned to the source of the voice with wide eyes.

Arizona.

There she was, clad in black slacks, a tucked white button up shirt, and a black blazer with her hair tied up. She took her black blazer off without removing her steely gaze that was fixated on me. I approached her with caution.

"I didn't know you were coming", I said gingerly.

"I said I will didn't I", she said in a tone I couldn't quite decipher.

"Please don't do anything to embarrass yourself, it may be all fun and games now, but in a few years from now you might end up doing something you would regret", she said in a patronizing tone looking at me with almost pleading eyes. She then proceeded to the bar and I followed suit.

She ordered cranberry vodka for herself and a bottle of water for me.

"Here drink that", she said with her voice softening a little.

"How are you? I haven't heard from you in a week", I said trying not to slur the words.

"Work had been killing me, and some things came up", she said quite dismissively.

"Alright, well I'm glad you came, and welcome to our pre-Valentines bash", I said cheerfully, maybe too cheerfully.

She chuckled and shook her head from side to side.

I sobered up a little, finished 2 bottles of water and peed 5 times. Arizona has had her fair share of drinks and is currently talking animatedly with Lexie. I made my way to the two, and I heard what they were talking about.

"I just don't get it, I put myself out there, I tried to look sophisticated and mature, I'm pretty sure the sex wasn't bad, but why is Mark avoiding me now?", Lexie asked exasperatedly.

My friends got this knack of going to Arizona for relationship advice. I guess it's her approachable demeanor and the fact that she's a great listener.

"Don't make yourself too available. Make it clear to him what you want, and wait for him to reach out. You've done your part, if he really wants you he'll go for you", Arizona said.

"But what if he doesn't want me because I'm too young for him? He's always out with seniors, I don't stand a chance against them", Lexie muttered before she started wailing. She was crying like a baby and she collapsed in Arizona's arms. Arizona held her securely. Arizona looked at me and we both started laughing.

"There there Lexie, Come on, you're too drunk, I'll ask Meredith to take you home", I said to Lexie while I try to pry her away from Arizona.

"I don't want to go home", Lexie said defiantly sounding like a 5 year old kid.

"Meredith!, Please manage your sister", I shouted over the blaring music so Meredith could hear me. She was on the table snuggling close to Derek.

I assumed she heard me, but she just mumbled incomprehensible words and waved me off. I guess I'm left with no other choice. I do usually end up being the one taking care of my drunk friends at the end of the night anyway.

"Okay, I'm taking you home", I told Lexie.

"Yayyy….sleep over!", Lexie shouted pumping his fists in the air.

"Hey I wanna crash too!", Karev shouted back, and the next thing I know half of my group wants to crash at my place and continue the party there.

I share a condo with Christina and Izzie, and I see them agreeing with the rest. I'm outnumbered.

"Do you want to stay for a while at our place? You can crash there too so you wouldn't have to drive back home so late," I asked Arizona.

"Alright"

We made our way to our condo. It was a pretty loud ruckus trying to move 8 drunk college kids from one place to another.

Everyone hung out in the living room, some sat on the sofa, some lied down on the floor. I made my way to the fridge to grab some soda and beer and I handed one to each depending on their choice. I grabbed a bottle of my favorite brew. I saw Arizona sitting on the corner, she's not drunk, but she's buzzed, happy buzzed. She opted for a bottle of water. She was just looking at my friends, laughing at their crazy drunken antics, then I made my way to her.

"I'm sorry about what you saw earlier, you might think now that I am very immature", I said, very well embarrassed of what this woman saw earlier.

"It's alright, I wasn't mad or offended. I was just shocked to see that, the crowd during my time wasn't as wild", she said with a slight chuckle.

"And I was just looking out for you, I just don't want you getting into trouble. It may be a long way from here, but once you're a professional, you don't want any stupid thing from your past holding you back", she added.

"You're right", I said with a smile as I turned to look her in the eyes. Looking at her, really appreciating her beauty this close, in a properly lit room even with all the noise from my friends, makes me feel like I'm in a trance. She is that beautiful, almost too beautiful to be real.

I felt an invisible force tugging me closer to her, I've moved a couple of inches closer when I snapped out of it. I can't do this, I shouldn't be doing this. Arizona is a good person, and possibly a good friend. I don't want to ruin that.

I excused myself, and made my way to my room. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my drawer, and I went through the window to get to the balcony. Our condo had an amazing view of the city, it was on the 15th floor and it had a perfect view of the city skyline. It's just weird that there is no access to the balcony but the windows. I grabbed the plastic chair I placed on this balcony for this very purpose. I usually climb here, smoke, drink even by my lonesome to think- think about the future, think about the girl who broke my heart, and now I'm here to think about the woman in my apartment whom I have unrequited feelings for.

I spend a good 5 minutes just admiring the view, I move forward closer to the ledge. I looked at my watch, it's 3 am already. I grabbed a cigarette and placed it in between my lips. I was about to light it when a hand snatched it away. I turned to look at the unwanted intruder.

"What did I tell you about smoking?"

Arizona.

The next thing I know, I have soft luscious lips pressed against mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, cautious, then our lips started to build up a rhythm gliding across each other. I felt slender arms encircle my neck, and my hands made their way to her waist. This kiss is so precious, so delicate, the exact opposite of the dirty sloppy kiss that other girl gave me earlier. This kiss is the kiss that I want, this is the woman that I want to be kissing.

She slowly pulled back, then she rested her forehead against mine. We just stood like that for a while.

"Happy Valentines Day Calliope".

A/N: Oooohhh…something's cooking. It would probably be a while before I post a new update. Let me hear what you think guys. Comments, suggestions, violent reactions?