Seven Things
Title: Seven Things
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I don't own Grey's or its characters. I also don't own Miley Cyrus.
Summary: Arizona's eating a lonely lunch in the cafeteria when Miley Cyrus' "Seven Things" comes on the radio. Despite the fact that she can't stand the song or the singer, she still finds some of it to ring true, begrudgingly.
A/N: I couldn't sleep last night and this song popped into my head. I don't know if this constitutes as a drabble or not, but it's extremely short. This is just something lighthearted in the sea of all the drama on Grey's. This is no offense to anyone who is a Miley Cyrus fan. I like the song. I have it on my iPod, but, you know how it goes when you just break up with someone!
Arizona Robbins sits dejectedly in the cafeteria, eating a salad that tastes old, despite the Raspberry Vinaigrette packet she'd dumped on it before eating it. Since she's managed to eat most of the cheese, cherry tomatoes, and croutons, all that's left is the crappy lettuce, wilted and sad in the plastic container.
"Ridiculous..." She mumbles to herself before taking a sip of her flat Diet Coke. "Even more ridiculous." She huffs at the dapper bottle of silver, red, and blackish brown. Her ear is only half tuned to the campy crap playing over the hospital's speaker system, afraid that every break up song on the planet just so happens to coincide with her eating one of her first meals back at Seattle Grace Mercy West.
Well, if this is constitutes as a meal.
A vaguely familiar twangy, poppy beat starts playing over the Radio station in the cafe. Arizona groans to herself and gets up, tossing her salad and soda into the garbage can.
Today is not the day to worry about recycling. She'll be green tomorrow. But for now, she needs a Snickers bar or something. So that she can get through this God. Awful. Day.
She's dreading today, actually. Physically nervous like she’s waiting on the results of her Boards, again. She'll be underneath Dr. Stark, silent-treated from her ex girlfriend, and Oh God this music.
"I probably shouldn't say this, but at times I get so scared.
When I think about the previous relationship we shared.
It was awesome, but we lost it.
It's not possible for me not to care.
And now we're standing in the rain,
but nothing's ever gonna change
until you hear, my dear..."
Seriously, though? Arizona pays for her snickers and sits back down, unpeeling the wrapper. All she can listen for is the stupid music. It’s attacking her head. And now she's kind of expecting it. And she's hating herself, because there's a pair of young girls sitting at the table in the middle of the room grooving and singing this song in between giggles of "Ooh, I almost forgot about this Miley song!"
Miley Cirus? Is she seriously relating to Billy Ray Cyrus’ daughter? The one with the campy television show?
Hannah Montana… Seriously?
The 7 things I hate about you
The 7 things I hate about you, oh you
You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don’t know which side to buy
Your friends, they’re jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you
Oh, yep. She is.
It’s awkward and it’s silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
When you mean it, I’ll believe it
If you text it, I’ll delete it
Let’s be clear
Oh I’m not coming back
You’re taking 7 steps here
And as the refrain repeats itself, Arizona thinks this is all just some catastrophic mistake. She should have just cut her losses and stayed in Malawi, but how could she? Really. How? She couldn’t have. She’s been through this give and take about a million times. She’s had an 18 hour flight, and a few days to dwell on this. And despite all of the setbacks, this is what she wants. Needs. She wants Callie to know she hasn’t given up on her. And despite the yelling, she knows Callie hasn’t given up on her either.They just need some time.
And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention
The 7 that I like
Three-quarters of the way through the Snickers bar, Arizona chuckles again. This is all just a cosmological joke, the universe pointing and laughing at her while she ate the bulk of her caloric intake and listens to this teenage girl whine into the microphone.
And now there's stuff to like. Arizona rolls her eyes. But she's still listening, taking a bitter bite out of the nougaty treat.
The 7 things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi’s
When we kiss I’m hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that’s both I’ll have to buy
Your hands in mine
When we’re intertwined, everything’s alright
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I like most that you do
You make me love you
You do
Arizona freezes at the last line. She's actually just felt personally affected by a Miley Cyrus song. She really doesn't know what's worse. When the Snickers bar is finished, she tosses the wrapper in the garbage and makes her way out of the cafeteria, where April Kepner is bobbing her head a little bit by the elevators, ponytail bouncing in time with her movements.
"You make me love you," She sings absently to herself while she reads the medical journal cradled in her arm.
Arizona cringes.
She hates Miley Cyrus.
Oh, and this day.
But, more Miley Cyrus.