Title: Love today (7/?)
Title: Love today (7/?)
Author: Boldpapermate
Pairing: Callie/Hahn, Callie/Arizona
Rating: R (I think)
Summary: Pre-Thanksgiving-ness. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: All the characters are property of ABC and Shonda. I own nothing, and no one. Although sometimes i wish i did
A/N: It's beta free. Please excuse all the mistakes. My computers doing some funky things, so i apologize in advance for anything weird!
It's short i know, i just wanted some pre-thanksgiving goodness/angst! Also i wanted to dedicate the Arizona part to walking_weapon for giving me the idea about the dreams, the Callie part to istillam for noticing that there was no Callie in the last chapter, and the Lexie part to savache27 because your reviews always make me smile :).
And a special thanks to everyone who reads and reviews this story, you guys keep me going! Reviews are love <3
Lexie
"I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
Im beggin' you to beg me..."
Lexie was awoken by the radio alram that turned on in Arizona's bedroom. Was it already 7? Sometimes the nights just flew by when she spent them at Arizona's, but then again, maybe it was just because she felt safe and somewhat wanted. Lexie was struck by the irony of the song as it played through the speakers, and just how much it seemed to parallel to her life at the moment. Don't get her wrong, she didn't like building things, or lumberjack shirts, so she was pretty sure she wouldn't make a good lesbian, she was pretty sure she wasn't a lesbian at all. She was as straight as straight could be, except for the minor detail of her sleeping with a woman.
Lexie reached over to hit snooze on Arizona's alarm clock. It wasn't like she wanted this to happen at all, she really liked Callie. She had been rooting for her, rooting for Arizona to steal her heart and for Erica to go home crying, like she did to most of her interns. She hated Erica that much. Then she went and slept with Arizona and things changed, the more she slept with Arizona, the less she wished them luck, and the more she she just wished Callie would get hit by a bus or something else that was painful and deadly. Or maybe catch a flesh eating virus, it was just that bad.
Lexie felt fingertips trail over her skin, making her shiver. Apparently the alarm hadn't just woken her up. Don't get her wrong, Lexie really enjoyed the sex, but what she enjoyed the most was the talking, because let's face it, Lexie was definately a talker.
"What happened?" Arizona questioned as she ran her fingers over Lexie's bare hip. She was lying on her stomach, with Arizona hovering over her back. She knew what Arizona was referring to, but she didn't like to talk about it so she was hoping that if she stayed silent long enough, Arizona would forget about it. Arizona did have a short attention span.
"Lexie?" It must be hard to forget about an 8 inch scar on someones hip.
"I uh. I was 15." Actually she was 15 and a half, but maybe that wasn't too important.
"Okay?" It seemed like Arizona wasn't intent on dropping it.
"Well. It was Christmas Eve, and I was alone, as per usual. Or at least I thought I was. I sort of had this ritual of staying up till midnight, then right before bed going and making a wish by our family tree. The only problem was it was right next to our liquor cabinet." It was definately a mighty fine liquor cabinet at that.
"Okay." Arizona replied as she continued to trace Lexie's scar. Lexie buried her head into the pillow, she hated this part.
"My dad was home the whole time, and was completely wasted, and seemed intent on getting more wasted, so while i was making my wish he tried grabbing more alcohol and i tried to stop him, because he was really, really drunk...and he was really, really strong, and he pushed me, and I tripped over the Christmas Light cables and I...I just fell right through the window." Lexie's voice cracked as she buried her head deeper into the pillow.
"Oh sweetie. Is that why you became a doctor?" Arizona asked as she started rubbing her back.
"No. I decided that because of Meredith." And her father.
"The gloomy girl? Sometimes i can hardly believe you two are related." Arizona began, sometimes Arizona was just adorable. "So what were you wishing for?"
"I was...I was wishing for somebody to love me." It was sad, Lexie was sad wasn't she?
"Oh Lexie. Look at me." Lexie lifted her head off the pillow and turned her head towards Arizona who looked completely serious, it was kind of shocking.
"You can finally stop wishing." Lexie felt the whole in her heart grow just a bit smaller. This is why she didn't want to let Arizona go, because if she did, if she let Callie have her, then what would Lexie have? Nothing again. She didn't want to be alone.
"Besides," Arizona continued "Just because your a slightly smaller version of Meredith doesn't mean you need to be as gloomy." Arizona patted her head as she leaned in to place a quick kiss on Lexie's head. She was not gloomy!
"I am not gloomy!" Lexie exclaimed as she sat up, and watched Arizona climb out of the bed.
"You are too. Before I just so happened to wander by, you didn't even look like you knew what the word excitement meant." Arizona replied as she quickly threw on a t-shirt.
"Actually. I think your confusing my lack of excitement with my general lack of knowledge about gay people...and gay things." What she lacked in knowledge she made up in raw talent though! Lexie brushed her hair behind her ears, as Arizona grinned and held out her hand.
"Im going to go take a quick shower before getting ready for this Thanksgiving feast, how about i teach you a things or two about some gay things?" Lexie smiled as she took Arizona's hand, no she definately wasn't willing to give Arizona up. Lexie wasn't sure what she was, but did she have to define herself as a lesbian or as straight? Can't she just be the girl who fell for someone who had the ability to make her heart feel whole, and that person just so happened to be a women. Maybe people don't always have to have a type, maybe people can fall for someone's personality, not their gender...either way Lexie needed to stop rambling in her mind. It was a little weird. Arizona pulled her towards her bathroom as Lexie heard the radio alarm go off again.
"Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?"
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Callie
You ever have those moments where you wish someone would just catch on fire? Well Callie seemed to have those moments everytime Lexie was around. She didn't know what it was but the intern made Callie so angry, that she either wanted to stab Lexie in the eye, or break one of her bones. Which was her job, so she was pretty sure she'd be good at doing it. Actually, it was a lie, she knew exactly why she her levels of aggression had seemed to grow to unhealthy levels. It was because of Arizona.
Callie wasn't really sure what it was about her, she hadn't even found her to be all that interesting when she had first met her, Callie had just figured Arizona could use a friend in their god forsaken work place, where friends are far and wide. But after getting to know her, it was like something clicked, maybe it was the fact that they both had strange names, maybe it was the fact that Arizona smelled really good and loved children. Callie wasn't sure, but the statements she once found embarrassing she now found endearing, it was absolutely crazy to want someone she definately shouldn't have.
So now here she was, lying next to Erica, thinking about all the ways she could convince her to go to Arizona and the man-whore's Thanksgiving party. The fact that they were hosting a party together was terrible enough. Mark was her work husband, her man-whore, and here he was hanging out with the object of her affection. That little traiter. Callie didn't even know how they had become friends, but right now she didn't even care, she was more focused on figuring out ways to go so that she didn't get shown up by some young intern. Who was peppy, and perky, and just plain annoying. Maybe Callie could stab Lexie in the eye? It's not like Lexie would die, and she'd technically still have use of one eyeball, which means she wouldn't be completely blind.
Callie quietly climbed out of bed and walked to her bathroom, turning on the radio as she closed the door, getting ready to prepare for her shower.
"If I Could Open My Mouth
Wide Enough For A Marching Band To March Out
They Would Make Your Name Sing
And Bend Through Alleys And Bounce Off all the Buildings"
God even music reminded her of Arizona. This was just wrong, it was wrong, and it couldn't go on. Callie had Erica. She knew what she was doing could potentionally hurt her, and she knew just how much Erica cared for her, and as much as she wanted Arizona, she wasn't prepared to lose Erica over her. Erica had been here to pick up the pieces of her broken heart after George had torn them to shreds. Erica helped her stand up to Cristina, and Bailey. Erica was there for her, and Arizona was just some...god she wasn't just some woman Callie wanted to have a fling with. If she was contemplating commiting murder for Arizona, that meant it had to be something more right?
"I Wish We Could Open Our Eyes
To See In All Directions At The Same Time
Oh, What A Beautiful View
If You Were Never Aware Of What Was Around You."
She needed to buy a new radio. One that didn't play depressing songs that reminded her of a perky blonde, and not the blonde that was nestled in her bed. It wasn't fair to Erica, Erica was a good person, a good woman who turned down Thanksgiving with her mother to spend it with Callie. Her mother, the woman that spoke to Erica all of 4 times over the past 6 years, so turning her down for Callie meant that Erica thought she was something special. Callie didn't feel all that special.
"Callie?" Erica called out as she knocked on the door. Callie quickly shut off her radio and opened her bathroom door.
"Hey. I didn't mean to wake you." Erica looked like she had just been woken up at 8 o'clock in the morning. She looked exhausted, then again, as doctors, they always seemed to look exhausted.
"You didn't need to, the emo music did that for you." Erica smiled slightly as she she pointed to the clock. She was dressed comfortably in one of Callie's t-shirts, and some shorts.
"Yeah well, your not truly a Seattle-lite until you listen to emo music and wear tight girl pants," Callie began, here goes operation lie her ass off, "So i was thinking, i don't really know what we have planned later, but Mark is throwing a Thanksgiving feast and itd be sort of rude for me not to go considering, he is my man-whore, im kind of responsible for him." Erica frowned as Callie rambled, she knew Callie was lying, she felt it in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it. Erica reached out her hand and placed it over Callie's cheek.
"Anything for you." Erica said as she dropped her hand and walked slowly back towards the bed. Callie closed the door, this was wrong, everything was wrong. She wanted Arizona, but she needed Erica.
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Arizona
"How could the world have turned so ugly
I am dying
Could you touch me again?
Touch me again
When I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it"
Arizona quicly shut off her radio and looked at herself in the mirror that was hanging behind her front door. Arizona couldn't really tell what was more exciting, the fact that she might finally have Callie tonight, or the fact that she looked amazing in the short black dress she had bought for this occasion. What could she say? She looked hot in black. It contrasted to her skin extremely well, and it didn't make her look like a hooker, which was good, because Arizona was a classy gal. She heard a knock on her door and opened it to reveal a nicely dressed Mark. He had on a black dress up shirt, and black slacks. He did clean up nicely. He had told her earlier that he wanted to come over to pick her up before the party, mostly so he could see the skankiness of her dress. He was such a perv sometimes.
"Hey blondie, how'd you sleep?" Mark asked as he looked around her living room, she was pretty sure that was Mark speak for did you have dirty sex with the intern last night.
"I slept fine Mark." All he really wanted was the details, and she wasn't about to give it to him. She didn't want naked mental images of herself anywhere in Marks head.
"Any naughty dreams?" No, just naughty sex. Mark continued to look around her apartment.
"Lexie went home to change, and with the exception of last night, i never dream." Mark looked like Arizona had told him their was no such thing as pillow fights involving scantily clad woman at sleepovers.
"On a scale of 1-10, how great was the sex?" That was for her to know and for Mark to never find out.
"The sex was fine, the dream was weird though." Like really, really weird.
Mark placed his hands on his hips and grinned, "Do tell, and go detail by detail, i don't want to miss any important facts or explicit images." If she ignored him, maybe he'd get distracted and stop looking at her like that.
"I had a dream the easter bunny was trying to eat me." Maybe she had too much candy for dinner last night. That's the last time she ate a whole bag of gummy bears before bed!
"Funny, i had a similar dream last night." Whores have dreams?
"You did?" Maybe their brains were like in sync because of all the time they've been spending together lately. What the hell was the world coming to?
"Yeah. You and Torres were getting your freak on." Arizona needed new friends. Friends that didn't make innapropriate jokes or look at her like they've seen her naked, even if it was only in their dreams.
"That's not even close to being similar!" Well they weren't.
"Sure it is. In both dreams someone was trying to eat you." Arizona started choking on her saliva as she reached over to smack Mark, who ducked just in time, a grin in place as always. Mark was like that annoying brother who never left you alone, and stole your food when you weren't looking.
"It's a wonder your still single." No it wasn't.
"I know," Mark began as pointed to himself and nodded, "Ive got it going on." Thank god she was a lesbian so she could avoid that statement.
"Yeah, your all that PLUS an STD." She took that back, it was probably many, many STD's.
"You take that back blondie!" It used to bug Arizona, because Mark never called her by her name, but now it was starting to grow on her. She didn't want to smack anyone for calling her blondie, well except for Cristina, but she always wanted to smack Cristina. The chick was rude.
"No man-whore!" Arizona said as she grinned and reached for her coat, while Mark opened her door. Regardless of the teasing, she enjoyed Marks company, he was funny and underneath all the male bravado, and icky sex diseases, he had a good heart.
"You ready to make Callie want you?" As ready as she'll ever be. Arizona knew she should feel bad, using Lexie the way she was, to get to Callie. But she couldn't help it, Callie set her skin on fire in ways that could be considered illegal.
"Sure, " As long as she sounded confident, she'd be confident, right? "im about to commit so many sins." Not like it mattered, she was gay, that was already like the biggest sin in the book. Plus she stole once when she was 14, it was only a candy bar, but Arizona was pretty confident she was going to hell either way.
"Are you ready? Living in sin is the new thing." Did he just quote Britney Spears?
"Did you just quote Britney Spears?" Please say no, please say no. If she was using advice from a Britney Spears song, then something was obviously wrong about this situation. Mark shrugged and put his arm over Arizona's shoulder as they walked out of her apartment.
"Maybe. But you gotta admit blondie, she sure has a point." She sure did.
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I don't think ill be doing any more chapters in any other peoples points of view after this one, just Arizona, unless people prefer otherwise. Im feeling very festive as of late, and in this whole giving type of mood (Im not sure if this is okay, so MODS please tell me if it's not) but the first 3 people to guess the Title of the songs and the Artists for all 3 songs i used in this chapter will get something spiffy.
All three will get to pick between either a one-shot written about any pairing you want, using any prompt you want, and i will write it, OR you can pick a pairing and a scene and decide what happens in the next chapter of this story. :)
As always, reviews are love. Tell me what you think! And also, if you all prefer for this story to be extremely long or not.