Arizona's POV

So the blender is broken. It surprised us when it first stopped making blending noises. The salsa didn't look done to me. I was the one that had eyes on the counter. Callie's were on me. When it stopped, Callie backed away to check it. The blender is a buzz kill. I watched as she makes an attempt to start it up again. It didn't work. She let out an audible sigh and turned her back to the counter.

This is where we are now. I'm sitting on the counter next to her and from what I can tell, she looks like she's about to apologize. As she's about to open her beautiful mouth, I interject. I ask her to come back over to me.

She doesn't do that. Instead, she shakes her head and says, "I'm sorry." In her defense, that blender does look expensive. Of course, I don't know what my mom paid for it but a guess would say around a couple of hundred dollars. And let me just add that date with Callie is worth way more than that price so this, this is no big deal.

"I should have read some instructions or something. I just thought it'd work like any other blender?"

She goes on, "I swear, I'll buy it back."

I don't offer a response. I don't know, I was just too busy looking at her I guess. I was taking in all the features of her face. Her full cheeks compliment her face very well, even if they are little red right now. That's what I was thinking about instead of answering. Ugh, so stupid.

Callie's POV

She's sitting there simply looking at me. She's saying nothing. Wow, I really messed this one up huh? Plus there's almost no way I can pay for this blender without letting my mother know. She'll for sure ask questions. I will also have to tell Arizona's mom who I've met all of once that I came to her house and broke one of her appliances. Did I even have permission to use her stuff? I don't know.

I speak again to fill the silence, "Okay, you can say whatever it is you're thinking. I can handle it." She's definitely about to kick me out of her house, isn't she?

Or is she that mad that she's not going to say anything?

I tell her, " I'm gonna go." I add, "I'll clean this up. then I'll leave."

"I never said you had to leave Callie." I mean, you haven't said anything really but okay.

"You don't have to be nice, I'll go. It's cool. I'll figure out a way to pay for your blender," I go on.

"Callie you're not leaving. Why would you be?" The seemingly now frustrated blonde hops down off the counter. She moves to where the blender is and lifts it off its base. She turns back to me, "It's not completely blended, so what can we do?" I guess we can manually like mash the solids out or something. Or like mix it in.

"Callie?"

I realize my answer wasn't out loud. "We can try mixing it out."

"Alright, I can do that. You wanna start on something else?" She's genuinely and might I add, kindly asking as her tone isn't harsh. She just wants to keep things moving. And that I do. I start unpacking the ingredients I'd need for making the ground beef. We're both moving about in silence, doing our things simultaneously.

A few minutes later...

Callie's POV

I'm just about finished with the ground beef and chicken stuff, and Arizona has plated the other ingredients. I too put the meats in containers and put them on the table. Not gonna lie, for teenagers who broke a blender, we did pretty well. This table looks amazing. The house smells delicious,

I go to sit across from her as she was already seated. Before I could even settle down, she objects, "Why so far?" And even if my face doesn't show it, I smile a little. I'm definitely not upset she wants me closer. As I sit, I feel a soft hand on my thigh. I raise my head to meet her eyes. "Callie it's just a blender." She adds, "Thanks for all this," gesturing to the food in front of us. "You're welcome? I mean you helped, " I shrug.

On that note, the blonde perks up to start fixing her tacos. She reaches for tortillas, some chicken, salsa, sour cream, cheese, lettuce and returns to her seat. As I was about to rise to my on fixing, the blonde interrupts me, "You could eat off my plate, you know if you want." I am satisfied as she basically made tacos I'd make myself. So I reach over and pick one up just after she picks up her own.

Quick honesty time, I'm a messy eater. Not like a pig or anything but often times when I eat, I get stuff on my face. And I thought tacos would be different; scratch that I know tacos would be no different. The observant blonde next to notices as such. Of course. She tells me, "Callie you have something," she points to what I think is the right corner of my mouth. I wipe whatever it was off.

It only takes a few more bites until I'm told to, "Come here." And my face was met by a napkin, my chin in the palm of her hand. With a swipe, I assume whatever was on my face is gone, but her palm still holds my chin. Feeling for the plate in between us, I put what's left of my taco down. She puts the napkin down. It becomes really obvious that our faces are now only inches away from each other. Like painfully close.

When I finally get the courage to do what I've thought for the last few seconds, Arizona drops her hands. But like I'm still there. I still want to -

"Arizona," I call for her attention. Just as soon as she whips her head my way, my lips are on hers. She softens the kiss. I'm able to lean into her even more. My hands cup up to cup her cheek as we really get into it. Lips parted and pushing into each other. I pull back. Then try to regain my position

When I do back in, I'm a little uneasy. I pull back again, because we're both now aware that we are no longer alone.

"Is that your mom?" The girl next to me shrugs.

My question doesn't need an answer as the older blonde makes her entrance into the kitchen/dining area. She announces, "Hi girls," her eyes meeting the tacos. We each return her greeting, "Hi mom." "Hi ."

...And the room goes silent...

I start to think that it's because she didn't know I was here and wants to take it up with Arizona. Or she doesn't approve of whatever it is we are doing. Or maybe she actually liked Alex? Or-

"Mom?" Arizona questions.

"I've just had a long shift, so I was wondering, well I was hoping you would offer but, would you guys like to share? Actually, I take that back if Arizona made these."

Her question breaks my thought process, and I am made to laugh. Arizona is superficially annoyed as she chastises that last comment her mother made. I nod, telling her she can have as much as she would like.