𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. flipping the script

"I flipped the script."

When Arizona arrived at the tattoo parlor, she pushed open the door, and the bell above jingled softly. The dimly lit room smelled faintly of antiseptic and ink. In the far corner, Hawk and Moon were entwined in an embrace, lost in their own world. Arizona rolled her eyes playfully and cleared her throat.

"Okay, okay, break it up," she joked, trying to keep her voice light.

Moon pulled away from Hawk and turned to face Arizona, her eyes widening at the sight of her friend's tear-streaked face. "Ari! What's wrong?" Moon asked, her voice full of concern.

Arizona took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "I'm worried Miguel wants to break things off with me..." she admitted, her voice trembling.

Moon frowned, immediately moving closer to her friend. Hawk's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Arizona, that's impossible. He's practically in love with you," he said, trying to reassure her.

Arizona felt her heart flutter at Hawk's words but quickly shook her head, her insecurities creeping back in. "I don't know about that..." she murmured, staring at her feet and nervously fiddling with her fingers.

Moon noticed Arizona's anxious behavior and gently took her hands. "Arizona, have you taken your medicine today?" she asked with concern, her eyes searching Arizona's.

Arizona shook her head, looking even more distressed. Moon squeezed her hands. "Please take it. You're gonna have a panic attack," she urged gently. Arizona nodded and pulled out a small bottle of Xanax from her bag, popping a pill and swallowing it quickly.

Hawk sighed, watching the scene unfold. He wrapped his arm around Moon, offering his silent support. "So, what are we doing? Are you gonna flip the script and show off to Tory that she can't take your man?" he asked with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

A spark of determination appeared in Arizona's eyes, and her expression shifted. "Exactly! I'm done being nice," she declared, her smirk matching Hawk's.

"Attagirl!" Hawk cheered, giving her a supportive nod.

           Arizona reclined in the tattoo parlor chair, her heart racing with anticipation. The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the room as the needle touched her skin, sending a mix of pain and excitement coursing through her. She couldn't help but giggle nervously, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. Hawk, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watched her with a supportive grin.