Hey guys. I had this idea in the back of my mind for a few months, and decided to make it a story about Brandon and Callie. Set after 1x10. None of the characters are mine, all rights to ABC Family and The Fosters. Only the change of what happens is my idea. Here's a preview. Enjoy. - PercyFosterMellark.
I look at the boy in front of me, his brown hair sexily messed up, T-shirt hugging the easily defined muscles on his torso, jeans low on his hips, his green eyes staring at me in such a way that makes me want kiss him. But that wouldn't be the best idea right now. I need to know why he came after me. Why he's trying to stop me. I made a mistake, and he still decides to come after me.
"Why'd you come, Brandon? I told you it's not going to work out. We can't be together."
One side of his mouth lifts into a small smirk before he answers me in his deep, raspy voice, "I only came here to take you home if that's what you want."
I sigh, before answering him,"I want to go home, Brandon. I want to be with Jude and the twins. I want to be part of your family," I tell him, my fingers finding his shirt, pulling him closer to me, close enough to smell his cologne and feel his body heat, his forehead resting on mine and I close my eyes, "But I want you, too." I whisper.
"Well," Brandon tells me, pulling me towards him, he wraps his arms around me, pressing our bodies together as he presses his lips to my ear, his voice making me shiver as he whispers. "I have another idea, only if you want to do it. I didn't come all the way over here for no reason."
"W-W-What is it?" I ask, losing my train of focus, especially with his fingers tracing the waistband of my jeans.
"We run," He answers, pressing his lips to my neck, and I close my eyes. "Just the two of us. Nobody else. We run."
I feel his hot breath on my neck, and he kisses it again, waiting for my answer.