Hey guys so this is my first ever attempt at a Fosters story so sorry if it's not the best but at least I tried so review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Foster's
Enjoy!
Brandon was playing his piano when he heard something downstairs, curious he got up and went down to check it out as he walked into the living room he immediately knew something was up with the sounds of what appeared to be tossing and turning his suspensions were confirmed when he saw something that completely shocked him.
Callie.
Callie ,the newest kid in the house, the one he thought was afraid of nothing, was having a nightmare; he slowly and quietly walked over to where she was tossing and turning, letting out the occasional whimper bending down he began to lightly shake her, repeating her name until she jolted up, breathing heavily she turns around and wipes her eyes not wanting to let Brandon she her, what she had always been told was, weak.
"What's wrong?" she asked tiredly before stretching and yawning
"Well, I heard something down here and I came down to see you tossing, turning, and occasionally whimpering so I assumed you were having a nightmare and I woke you"
"Oh, well thanks" he nods
"What was it about anyway?"
"Nothing" he nods again, knowing he get this type of reaction. Patting her leg he heads back upstairs to continue what he was doing before.
A few minutes later he hears footsteps and his door quietly creak open, he looks up to see Callie shyly standing there then pats the spot next to him, looking at her concerned, there's a silence there for a couple of seconds before Callie says
"It was about my last foster dad and all my foster parents before that, it wasn't the first one either but they either beat me or looked at me like I was weird so I had to deal with it, I was always so scared something would seriously happen to me or Jude like we'd get seriously injured and they wouldn't even care, they'd actually probably laugh they only took us in for the money so it's kinda hard you know? Dealing with everything." Brandon just sits there the whole time, listening to the really messed up life she had at one point while she was talking she started to cry so he wrapped an arm around in an encouraging way, urging her to continue when she finishes he just sits there not knowing what to say he wants to say something, anything to help but all he could do was sit there and then he decided, maybe she didn't want him to say anything, maybe she just wanted him to listen.
So he did.
They sat there for who knows how long then suddenly they met eyes and slowly started leaning in when their lips connected it was like nothing they'd ever felt before, Brandon wraps his arms around her waist and she wraps hers around his neck both wanting nothing more than to be closer. Unfortunately air becomes a problem and they both reluctantly let go and stare at each other, gasping heavily and with out another word both get up and lay down in Brandon's bed, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, holding her as tight as possible as they both slip into a dreamless sleep.
Boy, this'll be fun to explain in the morning.
It's 9:17 Wednesday, June, 19 and I am done! Please review and let me know what you thought in would mean a lot. Wow I'm a poet and I didn't know! Ha-ha!
Well goodnight! Love Brallie forever and ever!
BYE!:D