Two way Street
Two Way Street
Chapter 1- Prep Work
Callie/Arizona
PG-13
Stadard Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't profit
There are two sides to every story. This story just happens to be about a first date.
A/N- unbetad, all spelling/grammar goofs are my own
Arizona-----
I had kissed her, she was shocked, I had walked away, she had asked me out, I said no, she was angry, I asked her out, she said maybe...she said yes. Tonight is our first date and I'm uncharacteristically nervous. I mean, I'm Arizona Robbins for cripe's sake! I've been on more dates than I'm willing to admit. Nobody in Seattle knows but back in Dallas I was the female version of Mark Sloan. Something I'm not immensly proud of but Danny had just died and I used the sex as a coping method. Shallow, I'm aware. But I am using the transfer to the Emerald City as a turning point and am trying to actually figure out my life. Starting with an actual mature relationship. Now I know it's a little early to throw out the "R" word, and stalking a hottie coworker into a bar bathroom to ambush her also is not considered "the norm". But, is there really much about me that qualifies as normal?
I'm one of the foremost pediatric surgeons in the western hemisphere, one of maybe six other thirty-somethings who can work a pair of Heely's and lastly, I'm insanely good looking. It's not vanity when it's true. At least that's what I'm telling myself to psych myself up for tonight.
I walk into my bathroom to observe myself in the full length mirror. Dark leather boots reach to right below my knee, the heel is low, just enough to match our staggered heights. I had thrown my jeans in the dryer for an extra cycle to get them to hug me just that much tighter. I wear a simple black v-neck 3/4 sleeve shirt and a turquoise necklace that lands slightly below my neckline. Purposefully placed to pull in the fabric of my top and enhance my cleavage. My hair is in loose curls that just graze my shoulders and I've left my makeup easy, using a navy mascarra to subtly bring out my eyes. As I reach up to put in a pair of simple silver earrings I feel good about myself. I told Calliope to keep it casual and I'm not sure if I could get anymore casual. Especially for the first, of hopefully many, dates.
As I begin to collect my things to leave I notice the light on my blackberry flashing, telling me I have a new text. I smile like a fool when her name stretches across the screen. {How casual is casual? Cuz I no what I think is casual but ur u and I dont no what 2 wear...} I giggle to myself at how her nervousness is visible even through a text. I immediately write back, {No heels, and no dresses} and hit send. I think about it for a second and compose another one, {Eventhough I would die to see you in either ;)} I can just picture her blushing as she reads it. {Then I get to pick our next date and outfit requirements :)} I can't help but swell with excitement. Cool it Robbins, lets get through the first before jumping into the second date. {We'll just have to see about that ;D} I toss my phone into my purse and head out the door. I had just realized that we could be shamelessly flirting in person instead of through texting.
As I climb into my car I say a silent thank you to my father. That man enstilled 3 great loves into my brother and me; Family, country, and cars. In that order. Danny and I always joked that girls could've been a tie for third though. That is why I'm a pediatric surgeon, why Danny enlisted and why I am now turning the key in my black on black Audi TT RS coupe. On my first day in Seattle I had quickly found my painfully average apartment. The second day I had purchased what really mattered, this fine piece of machinery humming rhythmically below me. This car was not only fast but it turned heads. I get a secret rush out of parking and seeing guys stare in awe at the car only to have their jaws flop open when I saunter out of the driver seat. Ha! It's even better when I get to shoot em down in their valiant attempts at persuing me, sorry boys.
I occupy myself with these thoughts and before I know it, I'm parked outside of her building. Mark is just exiting the lobby and I watch him stop in his tracks and oggle my ride. See? This is what I'm talking about! I kill the engine and slowly rise from the driver's seat. Right on cue his mouth gaps open, "Robbins!?! No way...that's yours?" I point the clicker behind me to secure it and pat him on the shoulder as I walk past. I hear him get ready to speak but cut him off before he can. "No Mark. There's no way on God's green Earth you're driving it." I smirk to myself and start climbing the stairs.
I use the three floor climb to take some deep breaths and calm the nerves that have suddenly taken over my body. Standing in front of her door I pause to smooth out my clothes and finger comb my hair. Ok, here goes nothing.
Callie-----
This woman is driving me crazy, literally. I've been running around my room in a panic for the last hour trying to figure out what to wear. She says casual so I throw on one of my boob shirts, a simple cotton skirt and a pair of wedges. Then she says no heels or dresses so I ditch the lower half of the outfit and throw on some jeans and a pair of ballet flats. I give myself a once over in the mirror and am not quite sattisfied, so I throw the jeans into the drier to shrink them just a little. I switch shoes and put on a simpler top. My makeup and hair are flawless, like always, that was never a question for me. So now I stand here wearing a pair of blacks converse, a dark pair of skinny-ish jeans, and a deep red v-neck shirt. I've kept accesories light with just a pair of hoops through my ears and a few bangles on my right wrist. I debate loosing one or two of the bracelets when I realize I'm way overthinking this whole thing. Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep breaths. She's just a girl...a crazy hot girl who kissed you then dissed you. NO! No thinking like that, this night is going to be amazing, that I'll make sure of.
I hear a deep voice in my living room and wander out to see Mark leaning against the kitchen island talking to Cristina. Their conversation stops and both look me up and down as I walk towards them. Cristina snorts a tiny laugh and Mark simply raises an eyebrow. Suddenly very self-consious I stop dead in my tracks and glare at them, "What?!" They glance back and forth between eachother and back to me.
"Is Peds taking you to a friggin' Avril Lavigne concert? What's with the chucks and jeans?" Cristina scoffs at me. Again looking me up and down before taking a heavy swig from her beer.
"Yeah Torres, little sloppy for a first date don't you think?" Mark follows suit with the offending questions and beer drinking.
"Sloppy!? Really?? I was going for 'casual'" I explain, using bunny-ear quotations aroung the debated word. "She said no heels and no dress. I don't know how to do first date without heels and dresses you guys." I groan to them, my frustration very apparent.
Mark slams back the rest of his drink and stands. "Well as much as I would love to stay here and pick out clothes and do hair and talk girl, I have to go to work. Have fun on your 'casual' date. Maybe she'll even hold your hand after you guys get ice cream and ride the ferris wheel!" He says, the last sentence oozing with sarcasm and mockery. "Dating a Peds, shouldn've guessed she would do something childish on a date. There's nothing sexy about 'casual'. I'll see ya later Cal." And with that final jab at my impending date he exits the apartment. I turn to Cristina with pleading eyes.
"Oh no. No I don't do girl and first date jazz. And your going on a girl-girl first date, that's like double dose of no way." Now she follows Mark's lead and finishes her beer and goes to her room. As her door closes I feel my phone vibrate and look down to read a text from Mark. {Shes still Peds but maybe she won't be so bad. Put on a black shirt and any blue jewlery you have. She's on her way up. Good luck} I jump into action and sprint back to my room.
I throw on a black long sleeve sweater with an almost obnoxiously low cut neckline and change my hoops for a pair of turquoise studs. I spray perfume in front of me and just as I'm leaping through the lingering cloud I hear three sharp raps on my door. Instantly nervous, I try to waft away a little of the over-kill scent and do a last minute face check. I smile wide to clear the teeth and after approving of my whole ensemble I rush out to get the door. With my hand on the knob I pause and take a deep, head-clearing breath. Alright, it's now or never.