Unexpected Love 8/?
Title: Unexpected Love 7/?
Author: almicah
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13 for now (language)
Summary: AU - Arizona and Callie meet at boarding school.
Disclaimer: All television shows, books, movies, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work and the characters, events, and settings thereof are the properties of their respective owners. This is for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made.
A/N 1: This is my first time posting anything so if anyone has tips or anything, please give me them :). I wanna give a thanks to my beta brennaaimee
A/N 2: Previous chapters can be found at my journal almicah
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“It’s not funny Callie, at all. You would know that if you weren’t such a newborn.”
Oh no she didn’t! I can’t believe her bringing up the newborn thing again. I mean I’m a newbie maybe, but saying I’m a newborn is an insult. I told her about how I’ve been hurt and still she pulls this crap on me. Now she went into the bathroom and I want to go in there and give her a piece of my mind, but I won’t. I’ll just sit here and wait for her to come out.
When she comes out of the bathroom she walks past me without even looking at me, really? Is she playing the mad one? She hasn’t got anything to be mad about. I haven’t done anything; she’s the one that’s acting rude without a legit reason. I don’t know why she’s like this. She’s so stubborn and won’t tell me. She just calls me a newborn when she gets the chance. She’s the one that acts like a child and I’ll be damned if she gets away with this.
“Oh so you’re going to ignore me now? Why? Please tell me, we newborns don’t have developed brains”. Now I’m pissed.
“Callie, please just leave me alone okay”. She looks at me with tired and teary eyes before turning around.
“What? No I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on”. I’m putting my foot down.
She looks at me trying to say something, but sighs instead. It's like she doesn’t feel it’s worth saying.
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I don’t have the strength to answer her question. After walking out of the bathroom I didn’t really know what to say. I mean clearly she showed me where she stands in this relationship. She is a smart girl; she could have figured out on her own that I wasn’t planning on hiding us forever. I didn’t think she was planning on it either. While I was in the bathroom I tried to stay calm, I was right and had a right to be angry. Instead I cried because it hurt. I want to answer her question, but I don’t know what to say. Well, I’ll say something.
“Callie…are you really not understanding why I’m angry?” She looks at me confused and I can see her brain working on full speed.
“No I don’t. I don’t get why you’re pulling the newborn thing all over again. I didn’t get mad last time, but now you know how I feel about you and still you don’t trust me”. She says and I can hear she’s hurt.
“Well, Callie I really don’t trust you yet”. I stop for a second and after that I murmur “And your behavior isn’t really helping”. She heard me and I can’t say that I didn’t want her to hear me.
“My behavior? What about your behavior? You’re playing little miss perfect you won’t even tell me why you’re mad.” She says with anger.
“Fine Callie, if you’re really that stupid I’ll tell you”. She’s waiting for me to continue and I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. “I’m angry because you want to hide us forever”. I try my best to keep my composure, but I can’t. I start to cry and she just stands there looking at me.
“What? You’re mad over that?” I look at her and now I’m even more angry than I was before.
“You don’t find that something to be mad about?”
“No, I mean yes. Look…I’m not ready to tell anyone okay? You said you were fine with it. Besides even if we wanted to share it, we aren’t allowed. It’s like a don’t ask, don’t tell thing, except for the part where our love really is forbidden”. How did we get into the army?
“Callie you don’t get it do you? I was fine with keeping it a secret, but now I have to watch every step I take because maybe they’ll find out. You’re not even worried about that, you just find it as a joke. I’ve been gay all my life Callie, I know what it’s like to hide a relationship and I don’t like it. You have never had to hide something like this”.
First I had to hide my feelings for Joanne, before I gathered the guts to tell her how I felt. It was great when I found out that she had feelings for me too. The next part was to hide it from my parents, but I got tired of it and told them. My parents were fine with it. After that I had to hide my relationship from her parents, they were religious and we both knew that there was no chance in hell that they would accept her. I can’t stand going through that again. Sure, I understand that even if Callie would say she wanted to scream it from the rooftops, we can’t do that.
“I don’t think it's a joke Arizona. It’s just that you agreed that we should keep it to ourselves for a while. This has gone so fast, we’ve just met and became girlfriends after one day. And for the record I’ve hidden things too, I had to hide George from my parents all of the time because I wasn’t allowed to date”. She says.
“So you regret it? Is that what you’re saying?” I look into her eyes intensely, she goes from arrogant to hurt and then to angry.
"No Arizona, I don’t regret it, but you are starting to make me regret it. I didn’t think you were going to be this demanding.”“ I’m not going to listen to this anymore.
I push her so I can’t get over to my bed. She stares at the wall with her back to me.
“So what? It’s over now?” She says.
I pull the sheets over my body and turn around to face the wall.
“Good thing it never really started.” I say and I can hear the door slam, she left. Where is she going go? I mean its 9 PM; if she comes home late she could get in big trouble. Why do I even care? Well I kind of love her so there’s my answer. I lie in bed and just think where she is, how she’s doing, when she’s coming back. I look at my iPhone and I can see that it’s 10.35 PM; she’s late, really late. Before at 9.55 PM when the supervisor was here I told her that Calliope was in the bathroom. I think she bought it, she never came back to check.
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So it’s over, like she said it never begun. How can I feel like this then? I feel like crap, worse than after George. The funny thing is that I dated George for a longer period of time than I dated Arizona. I went on one date with her; I’ve known her for 2 days.
I know I’m crossing a big line by missing the curfew, but I can’t be there right now. I call for a cab and when I get into town I just want one thing - alcohol. I walk around the small town trying to find a bar. They have to have at least one bar. After walking for good 40 minutes I find a bar called “Joe’s”. I get in and it feels cozy. There aren’t a lot of people in here at the moment.
I walk over to the bar and take a seat. The bartender comes over and I can see that he noticed that I’m a bit sad.
“Hey, you okay?” Wow, if he knew my story.
“Yeah uhm I’m fine, can I get a a tray of Tequila?” He raises his eyebrows.
“First I want to see some id.” He gives me a smile, like he knows that I’m underage.
I start looking for my wallet in my purse and pull out my fake-id. He looks at me and I can see that he totally bought it. I paid 50 dollars for it so good thing it worked. He turns around and when he comes back he has a tequila shot and a beer.
“Let’s start with a tequila shot and a beer; alcohol won’t help your love life.” He winks at me.
“How d-did you kno-“
“He’s Joe, he knows everything.” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before this guy interrupted me. He sits a few bar stools from me. He gets up and starts walking over. The guy is tall and athletic with dark hair and brown eyes. Eyes that are making me melt, in other words, hot.
“Is this seat taken?” He asks, I know where this is going.
“It is if you sit down.” I flirt back.
He sits down and gives me a smile; I can see his dimples through the stubble. Oh god not dimples; I’ve managed not to think about Arizona for a whole 5 minutes. I can feel that my eyes begin to fill with tears. I’m flirting with this guy not even an hour after breaking up with Arizona, or whatever it was.
I down both the tequila and beer before I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. When I close the door I start crying and I keep crying for a good 10 minutes. When I hear a knock on the door I quickly try to wash my face so that I look at least presentable.
“You okay in there?” I can hear the guy from the bar say.
I open the door and he looks at me with genuine concern.
“What happe-“ Clearly he can see that I’ve been crying.
“I’m fine, really” I try to convince him, I give him a smile “So are you going to buy me a drink or what?”
“Already did.” He gestures with his hand that I should go before him. I can’t see his face, but he is totally checking out my ass.
After a few shots I can feel that I’m pretty drunk. I’m not that experienced with alcohol. I’m sitting at a bar in a small town in Idaho with a guy I don’t even knowI don't know his name, [] his age or his anything.
“So, who are you?” I ask. He gives me a laugh.
“Whoever you want me to be.” He says plainly, wow another The O.C fan. “I’m just joking, my name is James, and you are?”
“Callie, nice to meet you James, so how old are you?”
“Likewise, I’m 18” Well he’s underage too. “Aren’t you suppose to ask those questions before you start to drink with someone?” He laughs.
“Good point. Well at least I asked before we do something else.” My flirting is really heavy now, 80 percent of it comes from the drinking.
He gives me a look, raises his eyebrows, and smiles.
“Oh really? Like what?" I grab him by the arm and pull him to the dance floor.
We start dancing to non other than Shakira, I think James tipped Joe. For a guy he’s a very good dancer. We start with a little body contact, but with the song going on we are getting closer and closer to each other. He begins to touch my body and of course being a guy he has to grab my butt. He gives me a smile that says everything about what he was thinking about. We dance very close and all of a sudden he turns me around, I dance now with my back to him. The advantage to being with a guy is that you know if they are turned on or not very easily and I can feel that he is there. As we keep on dancing he turns me around again.
“So you wanna get out of here or what?” All I can think about is Arizona and a million reasons why this is wrong. So wrong, wrong, wrong. I love Arizona, I’ve known her for 2 days, but I think it’s love or something very close to love. However I’ve been drinking a lot tonight and James is giving me his puppy eyes. He almost makes better puppy eyes than me.
He leans in and now it’s up to me to close the gap, I take a deep breath before leaning forward. This is it, no going back.
Author: almicah
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13 for now (language)
Summary: AU - Arizona and Callie meet at boarding school.
Disclaimer: All television shows, books, movies, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work and the characters, events, and settings thereof are the properties of their respective owners. This is for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made.
A/N 1: This is my first time posting anything so if anyone has tips or anything, please give me them :). I wanna give a thanks to my beta brennaaimee
A/N 2: Previous chapters can be found at my journal almicah
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“It’s not funny Callie, at all. You would know that if you weren’t such a newborn.”
Oh no she didn’t! I can’t believe her bringing up the newborn thing again. I mean I’m a newbie maybe, but saying I’m a newborn is an insult. I told her about how I’ve been hurt and still she pulls this crap on me. Now she went into the bathroom and I want to go in there and give her a piece of my mind, but I won’t. I’ll just sit here and wait for her to come out.
When she comes out of the bathroom she walks past me without even looking at me, really? Is she playing the mad one? She hasn’t got anything to be mad about. I haven’t done anything; she’s the one that’s acting rude without a legit reason. I don’t know why she’s like this. She’s so stubborn and won’t tell me. She just calls me a newborn when she gets the chance. She’s the one that acts like a child and I’ll be damned if she gets away with this.
“Oh so you’re going to ignore me now? Why? Please tell me, we newborns don’t have developed brains”. Now I’m pissed.
“Callie, please just leave me alone okay”. She looks at me with tired and teary eyes before turning around.
“What? No I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on”. I’m putting my foot down.
She looks at me trying to say something, but sighs instead. It's like she doesn’t feel it’s worth saying.
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I don’t have the strength to answer her question. After walking out of the bathroom I didn’t really know what to say. I mean clearly she showed me where she stands in this relationship. She is a smart girl; she could have figured out on her own that I wasn’t planning on hiding us forever. I didn’t think she was planning on it either. While I was in the bathroom I tried to stay calm, I was right and had a right to be angry. Instead I cried because it hurt. I want to answer her question, but I don’t know what to say. Well, I’ll say something.
“Callie…are you really not understanding why I’m angry?” She looks at me confused and I can see her brain working on full speed.
“No I don’t. I don’t get why you’re pulling the newborn thing all over again. I didn’t get mad last time, but now you know how I feel about you and still you don’t trust me”. She says and I can hear she’s hurt.
“Well, Callie I really don’t trust you yet”. I stop for a second and after that I murmur “And your behavior isn’t really helping”. She heard me and I can’t say that I didn’t want her to hear me.
“My behavior? What about your behavior? You’re playing little miss perfect you won’t even tell me why you’re mad.” She says with anger.
“Fine Callie, if you’re really that stupid I’ll tell you”. She’s waiting for me to continue and I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. “I’m angry because you want to hide us forever”. I try my best to keep my composure, but I can’t. I start to cry and she just stands there looking at me.
“What? You’re mad over that?” I look at her and now I’m even more angry than I was before.
“You don’t find that something to be mad about?”
“No, I mean yes. Look…I’m not ready to tell anyone okay? You said you were fine with it. Besides even if we wanted to share it, we aren’t allowed. It’s like a don’t ask, don’t tell thing, except for the part where our love really is forbidden”. How did we get into the army?
“Callie you don’t get it do you? I was fine with keeping it a secret, but now I have to watch every step I take because maybe they’ll find out. You’re not even worried about that, you just find it as a joke. I’ve been gay all my life Callie, I know what it’s like to hide a relationship and I don’t like it. You have never had to hide something like this”.
First I had to hide my feelings for Joanne, before I gathered the guts to tell her how I felt. It was great when I found out that she had feelings for me too. The next part was to hide it from my parents, but I got tired of it and told them. My parents were fine with it. After that I had to hide my relationship from her parents, they were religious and we both knew that there was no chance in hell that they would accept her. I can’t stand going through that again. Sure, I understand that even if Callie would say she wanted to scream it from the rooftops, we can’t do that.
“I don’t think it's a joke Arizona. It’s just that you agreed that we should keep it to ourselves for a while. This has gone so fast, we’ve just met and became girlfriends after one day. And for the record I’ve hidden things too, I had to hide George from my parents all of the time because I wasn’t allowed to date”. She says.
“So you regret it? Is that what you’re saying?” I look into her eyes intensely, she goes from arrogant to hurt and then to angry.
"No Arizona, I don’t regret it, but you are starting to make me regret it. I didn’t think you were going to be this demanding.”“ I’m not going to listen to this anymore.
I push her so I can’t get over to my bed. She stares at the wall with her back to me.
“So what? It’s over now?” She says.
I pull the sheets over my body and turn around to face the wall.
“Good thing it never really started.” I say and I can hear the door slam, she left. Where is she going go? I mean its 9 PM; if she comes home late she could get in big trouble. Why do I even care? Well I kind of love her so there’s my answer. I lie in bed and just think where she is, how she’s doing, when she’s coming back. I look at my iPhone and I can see that it’s 10.35 PM; she’s late, really late. Before at 9.55 PM when the supervisor was here I told her that Calliope was in the bathroom. I think she bought it, she never came back to check.
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So it’s over, like she said it never begun. How can I feel like this then? I feel like crap, worse than after George. The funny thing is that I dated George for a longer period of time than I dated Arizona. I went on one date with her; I’ve known her for 2 days.
I know I’m crossing a big line by missing the curfew, but I can’t be there right now. I call for a cab and when I get into town I just want one thing - alcohol. I walk around the small town trying to find a bar. They have to have at least one bar. After walking for good 40 minutes I find a bar called “Joe’s”. I get in and it feels cozy. There aren’t a lot of people in here at the moment.
I walk over to the bar and take a seat. The bartender comes over and I can see that he noticed that I’m a bit sad.
“Hey, you okay?” Wow, if he knew my story.
“Yeah uhm I’m fine, can I get a a tray of Tequila?” He raises his eyebrows.
“First I want to see some id.” He gives me a smile, like he knows that I’m underage.
I start looking for my wallet in my purse and pull out my fake-id. He looks at me and I can see that he totally bought it. I paid 50 dollars for it so good thing it worked. He turns around and when he comes back he has a tequila shot and a beer.
“Let’s start with a tequila shot and a beer; alcohol won’t help your love life.” He winks at me.
“How d-did you kno-“
“He’s Joe, he knows everything.” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before this guy interrupted me. He sits a few bar stools from me. He gets up and starts walking over. The guy is tall and athletic with dark hair and brown eyes. Eyes that are making me melt, in other words, hot.
“Is this seat taken?” He asks, I know where this is going.
“It is if you sit down.” I flirt back.
He sits down and gives me a smile; I can see his dimples through the stubble. Oh god not dimples; I’ve managed not to think about Arizona for a whole 5 minutes. I can feel that my eyes begin to fill with tears. I’m flirting with this guy not even an hour after breaking up with Arizona, or whatever it was.
I down both the tequila and beer before I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. When I close the door I start crying and I keep crying for a good 10 minutes. When I hear a knock on the door I quickly try to wash my face so that I look at least presentable.
“You okay in there?” I can hear the guy from the bar say.
I open the door and he looks at me with genuine concern.
“What happe-“ Clearly he can see that I’ve been crying.
“I’m fine, really” I try to convince him, I give him a smile “So are you going to buy me a drink or what?”
“Already did.” He gestures with his hand that I should go before him. I can’t see his face, but he is totally checking out my ass.
After a few shots I can feel that I’m pretty drunk. I’m not that experienced with alcohol. I’m sitting at a bar in a small town in Idaho with a guy I don’t even knowI don't know his name, [] his age or his anything.
“So, who are you?” I ask. He gives me a laugh.
“Whoever you want me to be.” He says plainly, wow another The O.C fan. “I’m just joking, my name is James, and you are?”
“Callie, nice to meet you James, so how old are you?”
“Likewise, I’m 18” Well he’s underage too. “Aren’t you suppose to ask those questions before you start to drink with someone?” He laughs.
“Good point. Well at least I asked before we do something else.” My flirting is really heavy now, 80 percent of it comes from the drinking.
He gives me a look, raises his eyebrows, and smiles.
“Oh really? Like what?" I grab him by the arm and pull him to the dance floor.
We start dancing to non other than Shakira, I think James tipped Joe. For a guy he’s a very good dancer. We start with a little body contact, but with the song going on we are getting closer and closer to each other. He begins to touch my body and of course being a guy he has to grab my butt. He gives me a smile that says everything about what he was thinking about. We dance very close and all of a sudden he turns me around, I dance now with my back to him. The advantage to being with a guy is that you know if they are turned on or not very easily and I can feel that he is there. As we keep on dancing he turns me around again.
“So you wanna get out of here or what?” All I can think about is Arizona and a million reasons why this is wrong. So wrong, wrong, wrong. I love Arizona, I’ve known her for 2 days, but I think it’s love or something very close to love. However I’ve been drinking a lot tonight and James is giving me his puppy eyes. He almost makes better puppy eyes than me.
He leans in and now it’s up to me to close the gap, I take a deep breath before leaning forward. This is it, no going back.