Disclaimer: I don't own The Fosters or the Goldilocks story.

Callie pushed open the screen door with her back, the two hot chocolates in her hand for her and her brother. The night was comfortably cool, and everything was still-not even a tree swaying in the wind.

Lena, Jesus, and Mariana were watching TV in the living room, Stef was working, and Brandon has been on the piano for two hours-no less, he missed dinner, and Callie brought up his pasta about an hour ago. It was probably still untouched.

Jude was standing with both his hands gripping onto the porch railing, gazing up at the stars, as he often did.

"Always looking up, huh, kiddo." Callie smirked, as he turned around, and grabbed his hot chocolate, muttering a 'thank you' into his cup.

"Better up than down." He said, as he nearly finished his hot cocoa in just a few sips, and held the warmth from the mug in between his hands.

"Wish I was as optimistic as you," Callie said softly, looking at the street light across from the house. After a moment of listening to the crickets, Callie said, "Nice out tonight. Not to hot, not to cold. Just right."

Jude grinned at the reference, his brown eyes practically smiling, "You used to read me that every night. Bet you five bucks I can recite the whole book."

Callie cocked and eyebrow and leaned her elbows onto the railing, "How 'bout five kisses, instead?"

Jude scrunched his nose and stuck out his tongue, "Yuck."

Callie rolled her eyes, "Too old for that, are you?"

Jude craned his neck to look at the moon, "Never too old for love."

Callie looked up. He gets a strange philosophical bend looking up at the sky, as if it were giving him answers and advice. When Callie looked up, she just saw white dots.

Unsurprisingly, Jude recited the Goldilocks story impeccably, "'I need to sit down for a little while to rest my sore feet!' she thought. First, she sat in Papa Bear's great big armchair. 'Too Hard!' she screamed. Goldilocks stomped to the next chair.

Next she sat in Mama Bear's medium-sized chair. It was so soft that she sunk in! 'Too soft!' she complained, as she pulled herself out of the cushions. Finally, she sat in Baby Bear's tiny little rocking chair. 'Just right!' She laughed, and rocked until the chair broke…'"

Jude continued telling the story in a low tone-he seemed to do it semi-consciously, like he was forgetting that Callie was next to him.

When he finished telling the story, Callie heard a rustle coming from the bush in front of the porch, and it made her hands go cold and clammy, and she shuddered.

"Chilly out, huh?"

Jude looked up at Callie, a bit perplexed, "You said it was just right tonight."

Callie looked over to Jude, her head tilt sideways, "Right, I guess it was the breeze."

Jude didn't feel the cold, but didn't question it. Callie rubbed one of her arms. She's been a little fidgety at night lately, ever since Liam commented on her Instagram. Callie didn't realize she's been holding her breath, until she let out her breath.

Jude looked down into his empty mug, still holding it firmly in his grip.

The screen door creaked open, and Mariana poked her head out, "Mom wants you in now."

We started walking in, and Jude grabbed my hand, looking up at her with his innocent chocolate brown eyes. His hand began to warm up Callie's, and she smiled. His smile was like hot chocolate.

Next Morning

The bell to third period rang, and Callie closed her locker. Late again. However, she still didn't rush down the hall.

Heading to her class, she heard light footsteps behind her, and turned around to see Noah, a guy in her class, a few feet back. He had a noticeable limp.

"Ooh, nice." Callie grinned, and Noah caught up.

"Late again, I see." He said with a smirk.

Noah was the best student in class, and probably the grade, as well-never got below an A, as far as Callie was aware. She's spoken with him a few times before, and he made her realize that he was practically the Hermione Granger of their school, despite the clear fact that he was a guy. Besides that, she realized his eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and matched his hair, and his smile was contagious.

"Well, you're late, too."

"I have a reasonable explanation." He cocked an eyebrow and smiled, he had a hot chocolate smile just like Jude. Warm and comforting.

"What happened to you?" Callie asked, noticing a band- aid on the upper right of his forehead, as well; it had puppies on it.

He reached his hand up to sweep a piece of his hair from his face, but ended up dropping a piece of paper in his hand, which he probably forgot he was holding. Callie picked it up, and handed it to him, "Doctor's note?"

"Not exactly. I didn't go to the doctor or anything… I mean, we don't… have insurance, and we are a little tight on money… and…uh, I think it's just a bruise, anyway, but I'm having a hard time walking at a regular pace, so my dad just wrote me a note, and it will probably work out okay."

"Looks like more than a bruise," Callie said, eyeing his limp, "You should really get it checked out though, if you don't get it treated, it can be worse, and permanent damage can be done…"

Noah bit his lip, "No, no it doesn't hurt that much. It's nothing. I'm sure." He gave her a sweet smile.

They walked in silence for a few seconds. They were probably a minute late now, which won't earn her a detention yet, just an angry glare from Mrs. Yates.

"You never said how you did it. Did you fall?"

"Yeah. Down the stairs. Probably looked funny on the security cameras we have around the house." He said, swallowing hard at the end.

Security cameras? Callie thought, if they're so tight with money, why does their house need security cameras?

She brushed the thought away. She's not judging him or his family or anything. She doesn't know them, and she doesn't like when people judge her. They don't know her, or her lifestyle, or anything, just like she didn't know Noah's.

Noah bit his lip again, and they approached the door to the classroom. Noah gestured her to walk in first, as he held the door opened and smiled. Everyone seemed to be in partners, talking amongst themselves.

Mrs. Yates eyed them both suspiciously, then the note in Noah's hand.

"I've paired everyone up in partners at the beginning of class for the research paper I've told you about yesterday. You two will have to be partners."

They both nodded, and Callie took her seat in the corner of the classroom. Mrs. Yates was examining the note Noah gave to her, and nodded, "Noah, since this isn't a doctor's note, I'll just have to give it to the nurse, and she'll have to call your parents later, just to make sure it's genuine."

Noah turned pale, and spit out, "My parents are both working later. They work late. Every night."

"Well, what about at this hour?"

Noah looked uncomfortable, "Now, too. They've been working a lot- things are crazy at home…. personal thing, um, but trust me, I'm not lying or anything. Really."

"They must be home sometime. An e-mail can always go out, as well."

"We don't have e-mail. We don't have a computer." He spoke fast, and his words all collided together as if it were just one long word.

Mrs. Yates squinted her eyes at him, "I've emailed your parents just last week. They ask me to keep them updated on how you are doing on a regular basis."

Noah's hands became clammy, "W-well, we had to sell-"

Mrs. Yates interrupted him mid-sentence, "Lying will only do you worse, Noah. Is everything okay at home? Are you really hurt?"

"Look a lot is going on at home. Can you just leave it at that?" Noah was unusually stern.

Mrs. Yates pinched her lips together, "I think I should talk to your guidance counselor. It will be good to talk to someone."

Noah's eyes became wide, "IT'S FINE!" He shouted, loud enough for most of the class to look up from their desks, including Callie, in shock, that the "teacher's pet" just yelled at the teacher.