Here's another idea for a story that I have. I think it's my best one yet. Tell me what you think. Looking forward to your comments. The story has a huge twist down the line, so please keep reading.

2015

Night after night, Callie wonders about the past. She stares at the motel ceiling, counting sheep or any other animal or object that should make her fall asleep. On the rare occasion that she dreams, Brandon's eyes or the letter that she wrote Wyatt overtake her subconscious. She imagines a different outcome for that day and all the days that followed.

2013

Callie awakens to the ringing of her phone. It is a Saturday morning and she so desperately wanted to sleep in. No such luck. Callie swings her arm to the night stand and blindly searches for her phone, hoping to hit the "SNOOZE" button. The phone just keeps making noise and when Callie is sufficiently awake, she realizes that it's not her alarm. She taps the "ANSWER" button.

"Hello." Callie pronounces in a groggy and annoyed tone.

"Hey. I've called you like three times!" Wyatt practically yells, excitement in his voice.

"Sorry. What's up?" Callie rubs her eyes as they are still not focusing.

"Let's go to the beach. We can have a picnic and go swimming. Just the two of us. I know this great place."

Wyatt receives silence from Callie's end of the line.

"It's our anniversary." Wyatt says, thinking that Callie must have forgotten.

Panic courses through Callie's veins, along with the blood. Wyatt's proposal is sweet. Plus he and Callie have officially been dating for three months. She likes him, otherwise, she wouldn't be with him. But for a split-second, Callie's thoughts shift to Brandon. Although she can't be with him, she longs for his approval. Furthermore, her thoughts shift to Liam, the reason that Callie keeps guys at a distance.

"Are. You. There." Wyatt slowly pronounces each word, prolonging the question, knowing that Callie is avoiding his proposition.

"Sorry again. I'm not fully awake yet." Callie gives out a small laugh to cover up her insecurities. Pushing away all of her loud and overwhelming thoughts, she says, "Pick me up in an hour."

"Great!"

After hanging up, Callie jumps off her bed and begins digging through her closet. Clothes are flying everywhere as Mariana walks in. A pair of shorts hit Mariana and she laughs.

"What's going on? Spring cleaning?" Mariana throws the shorts in Callie's direction.

"I officially have nothing to wear!" Callie gives a frustrated groan.

Mariana can't hide her surprise. "I have never seen you worry about your look. Where are you going?"

"The beach." Callie withholds the rest of the details.

"With?" Mariana inquires.

Callie emerges from the pile of clothes to give Mariana an expression that simultaneously reads "You are way too curious," and "Who do you think?".

Mariana's eyes widen as she grins. "Not to say I told you so, but..." She pauses. "I told you so."

"What are you talking about?" Callie's brow furrows. Callie notices the shirt that Mariana is wearing. "I love that shirt. Can I borrow it?"

As Mariana lifts her arms over her head and removes the shirt, she replies, "I knew you liked Wyatt." She hands Callie the shirt. "And I could totally see through your denial."

Callie steps in front of the mirror to check if the shirt suits her. When satisfied, she twirls around to face Mariana. "I never said that I don't like him."

"You just repeated on multiple occasions that you are not dating him."

"Because I wasn't dating him at the time." Callie waves her hand as if that is the most obvious fact in the world.

"Whatever. I was still right."

"I guess I'll let you be pleased with yourself." Callie digs through the mountain of clothes in the middle of the room to find a pair of pants.

Mariana watches with amazement, entertained by Callie's flustered demeanor. "Would you like something from my closet?" Mariana offers.

"Sure. If you can get me dressed in the next ten minutes, that you be amazing." Callie begins to clear through the mess, knowing that Lena and Stef will be displeased if she leaves the cloths strewn about.

There is a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Mariana yells from her walk-in closet. "Cal, would you settle for a skirt?" Mariana questions as Brandon hesitantly opens the door and steps into the room.

"Hey. Sorry to bother you guys. I just wanted to ask if you want waffles." Brandon examines the scene in front of him. Shirts, pants, and so on, completely cover the floor. Callie, half dressed, is folding clothes. Mariana is either in the closet or buried underneath the mess.

"Your special homemade waffles?" Mariana yells, indicating that she is, in fact, in the closet.

"Yes." Brandon answers. He takes a giant step towards Callie, avoiding a pair of jeans. "So what happened in here?" Brandon asks her.

Callie turns her head and smiles. "As you see, my closet exploded."

Brandon gives a smile back. "Big plans?"

"Not really. Just going to the beach with Wyatt." Callie notices Brandon's disappointment and nonchalantly changes the subject. "What's the special occasion?"

Brandon is still processing the information about Callie's date with Wyatt and he doesn't comprehend her question. "What?"

"The waffles?" Callie leans down and picks up a shirt that is on the floor between them.

"Six months ago today, you came to live with us." Brandon stares into Callie's eyes and she melts at the thought of their six months anniversary.

"I'll have two." Callie rushes into Mariana's closet to avoid Brandon's intense gaze and their strong feelings for each other.