Hey, this is your fantastically terrible author here. Just a couple things. I'm not perfect, but I'm definitely open to hints and suggestions. I actually went through and fixed some atrocious grammar mistakes, but alas, my grammar is nowhere near perfect, so feel free to correct me. Warning: I update when I feel like it so be prepared to wait months or even years for a new chapter. I hope you find some joy in this.
Chapter #1:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters at all, they belong to ABC family, I'm just borrowing them. If I owned these characters I would be rich enough to actually be a writer.
Callie's POV-
I woke up to the sound of my phone going off and quickly tried to shut it off as fast as possible.
"God, another morning. Ugh." I know, not the most optimistic words but then again I'm not an optimistic person.
After stumbling out of my room with my towel and a change of clothes, I make my way to one of the two bathrooms on this floor of this house.
"Five kids and no one bothered to invest in another bathroom?" I mutter to myself, not really blaming Stef or Lena. I'm surprised they can even keep a house this large running and still live comfortably. I almost trip over myself walking into the still empty bathroom and I quickly strip. Before walking into the shower, I take a moment to look at myself.
Boring, lifeless hair.
Bags under my eyes.
Everything was as it normally is. Apparently I'm pretty or something, but I often find that hard to believe, and please don't give me the "You're so beautiful, have more self-confidence" bullshit because I think that if you'll look around, you'll find only idiots and fools have self-confidence. Everyone else is just good at hiding it.
Anyways, enough of this rambling. I step into the now steaming hot shower and take in its warmth. Sometimes I think I have my most intellectual thoughts in the shower because people rarely interrupt you when you're in one. Plus, I wake up extra early just to insure that I get these precious 30 minutes in the bathroom alone. Don't get me wrong, I'm in no way a morning person, I just do what I have to. Once I'm done, I make my way downstairs.
"Yo, what's up?" I say to Jude who's eating breakfast and ruffle his hair. He's a good kid; I'd do a lot for him. He's my brother you know? I love him. Anyways I go over and put the kettle on to boil for some tea.
I used to drink coffee but Stef and Lena didn't want me to. I tried to tell them that if not coffee I'd need some caffeinated substitute so that I could pretend I felt more awake than I was. They agreed that Earl Grey was a good substitute. Strangely enough, though I drank my coffee black, I like my tea with a little honey. I guess we all have our quirks.
"Morning Cals."
"Morning Brandon" I respond halfheartedly, hoping he didn't want to converse. Sure, he was like a brother to me but I was not in the mood. Mornings are for brooding not talking. Thankfully, he seems to know the introvert code and acknowledges my distaste for talking at the moment, choosing instead to nod in my direction.
Soon everyone's downstairs. Even Jesus and Mariana are down here so we all get our stuff and start walking to school. I kind of like it. Walking to school I mean. There's a nice feeling in slowly becoming acquainted with the notion of school through the gradual build up of noise and mayhem rather than just driving in a car and getting thrown into the middle of the chaos. Also, having a school right next to the beach is also a bonus because you can watch the waves come in before class instead of trying to make heads or tails of the packs of teenagers. Who even thought that grouping teenagers by the hundreds was a good idea? Just accidents waiting to happen. Thing is I'm actually pretty talkative. Just inside my own head of course so I guess that doesn't really count.
"Hey, how's my favorite misfit?" I turn around from looking at the beach to see Wyatt smirking in my direction. He walks over to give me a warm hug.
"Oh you just depressed and angry at the society that casts me out. Watch me sulk and brood as I stare moodily out into the ocean wishing for someone to connect with." I turn to the ocean and put on my best constipated face, trying and failing to not smile. Wyatt bursts into laughter at my expression.
"What an attractive thing to see first thing in the morning."
"I am to please." I rub my face into his chest and enjoy his warmth. Everyone thinks Wyatt and I are dating but we're not. I'm always this touchy with guys, I'm actually just a touchy person but I have to restrain myself around my own gender because I would make a move on one otherwise. Yep, that's right I'm a flaming homosexual and so is Wyatt, that's why we're such good friends.
"Well, I better go to my dreaded math class, I've been putting it off and if I stay a moment longer I'll be late."
"As if that's ever stopped you before."I say to my best guy friend as I lightly shove him with my shoulder.
"Yeah well, when you're threatened with the combination of detention and being grounded you tend to see things in a new light. I'll see you later Callie."
"See you later." We go our separate ways. I enter the school to still crowded hallways because no one wants to go to class. I try not to run into anyone but apparently someone has a sense of humor up above because I immediately bump into something soft. Smells nice I think before realizing what exactly I'm thinking. Don't be a creep Callie, I say to myself and look up to see Talya's face staring back at me. Wow, she's hot. Wait shit, no this is Brandon's ex we are talking about here. I always seem to have to remind myself of this fact whenever I see her, it was even worse when she was actually dating Brandon because it seemed like they were always making out. As if it was already hard enough to not stare.
"Uh, I-I'm sorry. You okay?" Talya doesn't respond for a moment, she seems to be just a shocked as me at this unexpected event. She seems to remember where she is and smiles at me in a way that makes me glad I'm not a guy.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Absolutely fantastic. I-I mean for walking into someone that is."Just shut up now before things get any worse, I try to tell myself, blushing.
"Wow." Talya just says and giggles a little. Is she laughing at me? Oh god?
"Sorry for uh, bumping into you. Again." I shift uncomfortably because I was never the best one at having conversations that last longer than ten seconds. Talya doesn't seem to have this problem as she just continues to talk to me.
"Don't worry its fine. Why don't you walk with me, we do both have the same class now." I just try to give what I thought was a smile, though it might have come out as more as a grimace. She seems to understand what I'm trying to achieve though because she just smiles right back. Wow, what a smile. If was more dramatic I might have inwardly sighed dreamily.