A Conspicuous Conspiracy (Ch. 2)
Title: A Conspicuous Conspiracy
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Summary: Callie and Arizona are best friends. As they navigate through their final year of high school, will they realize that they're more than just friends?
I appreciate the comments on the last chapter! This community rocks ^__^
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Ch. 2
“Hey, Calliope, sorry to disappoint,” a vibrant voice announces. I spin around in surprise, really not having planned on having to deal with this situation.
“Oh, Arizona - hey. What are you doing here?” Wow, that came out much less friendly than I would’ve thought. My hopes of it having sounded differently in my head than in reality were shattered when her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Oh. Uhm, I guess I don’t know? I thought you might want to hang out…you know, how we usually do on weekends?” She sounds uncertain. I guess I would be too if my best friend all but implied that ‘get the hell out of my house’ were her wishes.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” I smile. I really can’t help it around her. She smiles back at me and I can see her shoulders relax.
“I just meant that I wasn’t expecting you. Addie and I were just gonna talk about some stuff.”
“Oh. You can talk about it with me, if you’d like?” She’s really too sweet.
“No. No, I really can’t.” I can’t lie to her. I never have and I’m not going to start now.
“Oh?” She looks really hurt. Along with being honest with each other, we also share all of our secrets. Well, almost all of them.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but it’s about you, so I can’t tell you,” I tell her pleadingly. I really hope that she doesn’t ask what about her we’re talking about.
“What about me?” All hope gone.
“I can’t tell you.” She looks around but I can tell she’s not just checking out the décor. It’s as if her eyes are moving in time with her brain functions and she’s merely reading each connection it makes.
“Okay…well can you at least tell me if it’s bad?” She looks legitimately nervous.
“What? Are you crazy? Have I ever had anything bad to say about you?” She smiles. Yay! I take a moment to just revel in her happy face and send a grin back her way. This seems to have appeased her.
“Alright then. You’ll tell me when you’ve worked this thing about me out?” she asks hopefully. I love how understanding she is.
“Count on it,” I reply.
“Okay, I’ll leave you to waiting for Addison. She really doesn’t like it when you call her Addie, you know.”
“I know, that’s why I do it,” I respond cheekily.
Arizona takes a few steps to close the space between us and gives me a hug. I love how she doesn’t hug me in that typical friend way where you both go at it with your arms at your sides like two airplanes meeting in an embrace with one arm over a shoulder and the other underneath. No, Arizona hugs me with both of her arms going around my shoulders, leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms around her waist. No choice at all. It’s a terrible thing, really, having to hold Arizona Robbins around the waist. Ha! Who am I kidding? I just wish she’d hold on for longer than appropriate-friendliness.
But as great as it is to have my arms around her, I think what I like even better is the fact that she raises herself up on he toes to try to match my height. It causes our hearts to be level with one another’s and makes me feel like I have that much more of a connection with her. Arizona bear-hugs are definitely awesome. Her other variety is the one when she needs to be comforted; instead of throwing her arms over my shoulders, she’ll slide them around my middle and lace her fingers together behind me. That lets me envelope her in my embrace, to lock her up tight where no one can reach her and she can just feel every emotion she needs to feel and make her believe she’s safe enough to let someone in. That someone is always me. That someone will always be me.
“Ahem.”
Arizona and I jump apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Huh, I guess Arizona did hold on for a longer-than-appropriate-for-just-a-friend-hug because my thoughts definitely went on a tangent there.
“Oh, hey Addie,” I greet her. She merely raises one eyebrow at me, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“What?” Arizona asks, a little abrasively, causing me to cast my gaze in her direction. That’s surprising; Arizona rarely ever gets upset, especially with friends. But if I thought I was surprised before, I’m even more taken aback by how flustered she looks and - dare I say - flushed. Is Arizona blushing, too?
The three of us stand in my kitchen shifting our eyes at one another for much longer than is socially comfortable. I really need to break this silence.
“So what were you guys doing just now?” Damn it, Addison beat me to it! And she couldn’t possibly have made it less awkward, could she? I would’ve even settled for the same amount of awkward. But no, she went for the additional awkward. Stupid Addison. I narrow my eyes at her. Out of the corner of my eye I see that Arizona is doing the same thing.
“Wow, you guys hang out way too much. You even share reactions.”
Arizona and I glance at each other then return our attention to Addison.
Wow, Addison really isn’t my friend right now - or Arizona’s, for that matter.
“I was actually just leaving. You guys have fun,” Arizona replies as she moves to leave the kitchen.
“Ooh, can I have one of those?” Arizona asks while already helping herself to a Krispy Kreme.
“In need of comfort food, Arizona?” Addison teases.
Arizona narrows her eyes then replies, “you’re the one carting around a dozen, I could ask you the same thing. Calliope, call me tonight,” and with that she leaves the kitchen. Addison and I keep quiet until we hear the front door close.
“So this is about her, I presume?” Addison asks. Damn it! How does everybody know? Does that mean Arizona knows?
I nod my head slightly.
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Summary: Callie and Arizona are best friends. As they navigate through their final year of high school, will they realize that they're more than just friends?
I appreciate the comments on the last chapter! This community rocks ^__^
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Ch. 2
“Hey, Calliope, sorry to disappoint,” a vibrant voice announces. I spin around in surprise, really not having planned on having to deal with this situation.
“Oh, Arizona - hey. What are you doing here?” Wow, that came out much less friendly than I would’ve thought. My hopes of it having sounded differently in my head than in reality were shattered when her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Oh. Uhm, I guess I don’t know? I thought you might want to hang out…you know, how we usually do on weekends?” She sounds uncertain. I guess I would be too if my best friend all but implied that ‘get the hell out of my house’ were her wishes.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” I smile. I really can’t help it around her. She smiles back at me and I can see her shoulders relax.
“I just meant that I wasn’t expecting you. Addie and I were just gonna talk about some stuff.”
“Oh. You can talk about it with me, if you’d like?” She’s really too sweet.
“No. No, I really can’t.” I can’t lie to her. I never have and I’m not going to start now.
“Oh?” She looks really hurt. Along with being honest with each other, we also share all of our secrets. Well, almost all of them.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but it’s about you, so I can’t tell you,” I tell her pleadingly. I really hope that she doesn’t ask what about her we’re talking about.
“What about me?” All hope gone.
“I can’t tell you.” She looks around but I can tell she’s not just checking out the décor. It’s as if her eyes are moving in time with her brain functions and she’s merely reading each connection it makes.
“Okay…well can you at least tell me if it’s bad?” She looks legitimately nervous.
“What? Are you crazy? Have I ever had anything bad to say about you?” She smiles. Yay! I take a moment to just revel in her happy face and send a grin back her way. This seems to have appeased her.
“Alright then. You’ll tell me when you’ve worked this thing about me out?” she asks hopefully. I love how understanding she is.
“Count on it,” I reply.
“Okay, I’ll leave you to waiting for Addison. She really doesn’t like it when you call her Addie, you know.”
“I know, that’s why I do it,” I respond cheekily.
Arizona takes a few steps to close the space between us and gives me a hug. I love how she doesn’t hug me in that typical friend way where you both go at it with your arms at your sides like two airplanes meeting in an embrace with one arm over a shoulder and the other underneath. No, Arizona hugs me with both of her arms going around my shoulders, leaving me no choice but to wrap my arms around her waist. No choice at all. It’s a terrible thing, really, having to hold Arizona Robbins around the waist. Ha! Who am I kidding? I just wish she’d hold on for longer than appropriate-friendliness.
But as great as it is to have my arms around her, I think what I like even better is the fact that she raises herself up on he toes to try to match my height. It causes our hearts to be level with one another’s and makes me feel like I have that much more of a connection with her. Arizona bear-hugs are definitely awesome. Her other variety is the one when she needs to be comforted; instead of throwing her arms over my shoulders, she’ll slide them around my middle and lace her fingers together behind me. That lets me envelope her in my embrace, to lock her up tight where no one can reach her and she can just feel every emotion she needs to feel and make her believe she’s safe enough to let someone in. That someone is always me. That someone will always be me.
“Ahem.”
Arizona and I jump apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Huh, I guess Arizona did hold on for a longer-than-appropriate-for-just-a-friend-hug because my thoughts definitely went on a tangent there.
“Oh, hey Addie,” I greet her. She merely raises one eyebrow at me, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“What?” Arizona asks, a little abrasively, causing me to cast my gaze in her direction. That’s surprising; Arizona rarely ever gets upset, especially with friends. But if I thought I was surprised before, I’m even more taken aback by how flustered she looks and - dare I say - flushed. Is Arizona blushing, too?
The three of us stand in my kitchen shifting our eyes at one another for much longer than is socially comfortable. I really need to break this silence.
“So what were you guys doing just now?” Damn it, Addison beat me to it! And she couldn’t possibly have made it less awkward, could she? I would’ve even settled for the same amount of awkward. But no, she went for the additional awkward. Stupid Addison. I narrow my eyes at her. Out of the corner of my eye I see that Arizona is doing the same thing.
“Wow, you guys hang out way too much. You even share reactions.”
Arizona and I glance at each other then return our attention to Addison.
Wow, Addison really isn’t my friend right now - or Arizona’s, for that matter.
“I was actually just leaving. You guys have fun,” Arizona replies as she moves to leave the kitchen.
“Ooh, can I have one of those?” Arizona asks while already helping herself to a Krispy Kreme.
“In need of comfort food, Arizona?” Addison teases.
Arizona narrows her eyes then replies, “you’re the one carting around a dozen, I could ask you the same thing. Calliope, call me tonight,” and with that she leaves the kitchen. Addison and I keep quiet until we hear the front door close.
“So this is about her, I presume?” Addison asks. Damn it! How does everybody know? Does that mean Arizona knows?
I nod my head slightly.