A/N:: So I am in love with the Fosters and Brallie so I decided to write a fanfic about them. So here it is.
(Brandon)
I looked up at Callie from my breakfast plate from time to time. I hoped she or nobody saw me do it because that would be awkward.
"Hurry up kids, you need to start heading to school." My mom Stef said to all of us. I don't want to go to school, I want to sit with Callie and just talk all day. But that's not a choice, not even on weekends when she is too busy for "Wyatt". As you can tell I really don't like him.
"C'mon get going." Stef said again.
We grabbed our backpacks and walked out of the door to a place most people call school to cover up the real name, Hell. I mean I like school but the other kids that go there are so, ugh. I walked close to Callie on our way to "Hell" trying to send signals.
"Brandon, close enough?" She cuckled at the question, trying to sepearate the awkwardness.
I wanted to say no but this is what came out.
"I see you want Wyatt." Screw me, I did not want to say that.
"Um excuse me?"
"I mean, uhh, what were we talking about again?"
"Okay, whatever Brandon." We crossed upon school grounds when Wyatt got inbetween Callie and I.
"Hey Brandon,"
"Hi." He continued to talk to Callie. I walked away from the couple. Jesus pulled me aside.
"Brandon, I know what you're doing."
"What? What am I doing?"
"I know you like Callie. You are as easy to read as a childerens book. That or I am your brother and we have that connection."
"So what if I like Callie. So she is beautiful, and I can talk to her about anything."
"You're trying to break them up, Brandon."
"No! No I am not!"
"Dude, we walk to school together. You were pretty close to her."
"Soo,"
"Sooo, you're trying to give her signals. You want to be with Callie. If that happens you know moms will kill you."
"Yeah Callie talked to me about how she got kicked out of a fosters home before because she dated their son."
"Well I'll send some things to Wyatt." He turned around and walked away from me.
"No! Don't do that!"
"Too Late!"
The school bell rang ending the day, the horrible day that was. I couldn't focus, all I could think about was Callie, he perfect image stuck in my head. I saw her talking with Wyatt. My body filled with furious jealousy. But it wasn't just talking as I looked closer. They were fighting. I think Jesus said something.
"You're welcome." He hit my shoulder as he walked on by.
"Wait! What did you say?" I walked after him. He turned around and looked me in the face with a smile.
"I said that you don't want to date Callie. She likes someone else and he likes her back. You're welcome."
"Dude I never asked you to say that!"
"Its too late."
I began feeling nervous every step I took home. I know she will probably talk to me once I get there, and I know I will be accused of it. I entered the house and went straight to the fridge, waiting to get my hands on a slice of pie. It smelt so good as it took a turn in the microwave.
"Brandon! What did you do?" Callie's voice struck me like lightening. I turned from the microwave to see her standing on the other end of the island
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb with me! You, you told Wyatt lies!"
"I didn't tell Wyatt anything!"
"Oh Really? Then hows come he accused me of liking you! And you liking me back?!"
"I never told him that! Jesus did!"
"Oh so you told him to say it?!"
"No Callie! I wouldn't do that."
"No Brandon, save it. Just don't talk to me right now."
The microwave beeped, signaling my pie was done. I took it out and left it on the counter, I was to sick to eat it. I stormed to my room, feeling anger throughout my whole entire body. Running my fingers through my hair. Why did Jesus have to run his mouth? But most of this is my fault. I feel horrible, those weren't my intentions, I didn't want to break them up! I Don't even know if they are broken up! I sat at my keyboard and began playing a chord after chord mashing them up to a new song on how I feel right now. Low, deep, and slow. I don't think a high note was even in it.
"Dinner is ready!" Lena called up from down stairs. I slowly walked down the steps, being the first one there.
"Great you can help us set the table." She handed me 7 plates to set on the island. The others walked down, Callie being last and looked at me once but didn't give me another look after that. I felt guilt burning up from my stomach to my chest. I put lasagna on my plate but never ate it, I just stared at it. Moms talked to Jesus, Mariana, Callie, and Jude about how their days went.
"How about you Brandon?" Stef asked me.
I stayed quiet.
"Are you gonna eat?" You barely touched your dinner."
I brought my head up and saw Callie and the others looking at me. I jumped off my stool and stormed out of the room, up the stairs. slamming my bedroom door, and shutting out the rest of the world. I cant bare the fact that Callie is mad at me. I should have never told Jesus anything. I should have tried to stop him. I should have never done anything. I flopped on my bed, putting in my ear buds and tuneing out the world. I'm taking this harder than I should but.. now that it comes to me I guess I really do like Callie. I don't know why and how it happened. I felt my phone vibrate my bed.
"What was that down there?" A text read from Callie.
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me." I sent back. I waited a while then she replied back,
"Hold on," A few seconds later she entered my bedroom. I turned off my music, and removed my ear buds.
"I thought you weren't talking to me."
"That was quite a scene, even for you Brandon." She asked as she sat at the end of my bed. I sat up, my back leaning against my wall.
"I don't know! I feel horrible about the whole situation Callie."
"Don't, I shouldn't get mad at you for how you feel."
"But you have every right to be mad at me."
"I know, and I am but I "feel" I shouldn't be."
"Why?"
"I don't know, maybe because I cant stay mad at you, that's why I'm talking to you. And trust me when I say this, I feel guilt to."
"How? What did you do?"
"Putting you in this position, I know I shouldn't have."
"I can handle it."
"Well it doesn't seem like it."
"Yeah you're right I cant." We chuckled at my response.
"Brandon, I want you to know I do like you, even if its a little I do."
I smiled to her admittance.
"So whats going between you and Wyatt?"
"Um nothing yet, he hasn't been talking to me."
"He seems pretty pissed."
"Hmm I wonder why?"
"I can tell him the truth, if you want me to."
"No, Its fine."
A knock came upon my door, then my mom Stef walked in.
"Time for bed."
She looked at us with concern.
"Whats going on?"
"Nothing I was just talking to Brandon about what happened today."
"Oh well its time to head to bed."
Callie and my mom left me alone, smiling like and Idiot. I'm just happy she likes me, even if it is a little bit. I undressed myself into some comfy pajamas. I turned out the lights and put myself to sleep by thinking of Callie.
The morning sun shown through my window. My alarm clock sounded with loud annoying beeps. I hit the off button and went down stairs to get some breakfast. A note was left on the Island,
"Lena had a meeting to get to, and I was needed to get into work an hour early. The first one to read this please wake the others love Stef." I placed it down on the island.
"Time to get up!" I yelled from downstairs.
"C'mon lets go!"
Callie was the first one to enter the kitchen.
"Good morning." I said.
"Good morning, wheres Stef and Lena?" I passed her the note and she read it thoroughly.
"Hmm,"
"Yeah."
Jesus came down, followed by Mariana, and Jude.
"Okay eat then we have to get to school." I demanded.
"Yeah yeah we know mommy." Jesus teased
I ran upstairs to throw on some clothes, to get ready for Scho"hell". I don't even know."
When we reached the school grounds Wyatt walked towards me, looking pretty angry.
"Hey Brandon, I heard you like Callie."
"Yeah, so what if I do. I didn't mean to cause anything."
"Well I don't want you talking to her!"
"Its kind of hard not to."
"I don't care! Find a way so you don't talk to her!"
"You know what Wyatt? You don't deserve Callie!"
"And what makes you think that you deserve her?!"
"I'm not you!"
A/N:: I really do hope you liked it. Please tell me what you thought.