There was silence in the car.

Brandon wanted to say something. Anything. He came up with nothing.

Callie was about to make some stupid joke on how Brandon must feel like such a badass right now, going to a party and all... but then she didn't.

It didn't used to be this awkward. In fact, it was hardly ever awkward between them nowadays. Over a year had past since Callie had finally gotten adopted and officially become a Foster. Sure, it had been weird the first month or so.. but they'd eventually gotten back to normal. As normal as they ever could be.

They were... friends. They walked home from school together. Played music together. Sometimes they did homework together. But mostly, they just talked. About everything. And nothing.

Yes, they were friends. And the only awkward between them was whenever Brandon was done showering and came rushing out of the bathroom in only his towel and bumped in to Callie, dressed in her towel, and on her way to shower herself.

And that didn't happen a lot. It couldn't. It was their rule. Not that they'd ever talked about it, they'd never dare talk about it. But they made sure to look twice before exiting or entering the bathroom. Not that they were avoiding eachother, they were simply trying to avoid eachother half naked.

So with the weird moments down to a minimum they managed to live together, in the same house, as brother and sister. No. As friends.

But tonight... It was just awkward.

Maybe because they were going to a party at Wyatt's. But, when Callie thought about it, she knew that wasn't it. She had hitched a ride with Brandon to Wyatt's before and it hadn't been weird at all. Because they were friends now. They, as in Brandon and Wyatt. Really good friends, actually. Even if it took Callie and Wyatt's breakup for them to finally start to bond.

If Callie would think about it some more she'd know the reason behind this silence. She'd think back to a week ago, to Brandon's birthday. His eighteenth birthday. And she'd remember how the sixteen year old Brandon had asked her, no begged her to wait. And how that wait was now over. They had both come of age.

And now, their first moment alone together since then, there were questions. Questions that had no answers. Because they shouldn't exist in the first place. Couldn't exist in the first place.

They were friends.

But Callie didn't think about it some more. She shrugged the awkwardness off and turned to stare out the window.

Brandon did, though. Because Brandon was the one out of the two who had been cursed with this constant hope. That would never leave. He could will it to. Force it to. But it never did, it had just taken a nap. And now it was fully awake and screaming at him while he was yelling at it to go to hell. Because it never did any good anyway. He knew that by now.

So he just sat there, in the car with Callie and kept driving down the road. Kept driving to this party, wanting to ask her everything. Unable to ask her anything.

Getting out of the car, he let out the breath he was holding. And followed Callie into the house. He was always the one following. She was always the one running. No, he reminded himself, she wasn't running because there was nothing to run from. They were friends.

People were dancing. People were drinking. Callie wanted to drink, maybe even dance. There was something she didn't want to think about. Something she couldn't think about. So she grabbed a beer and got into the rythm of the music.

Brandon didn't drink. Not if he could help it. But there was something he shouldn't think about. Something he couldn't think about. So, when Wyatt handed him a mug of some weird smelling liquid he swept it up in one motion and flung himself on the couch. Wait no, apparently he was dancing with some girl, dragging him off the sofa. Then there were girls everywhere and he had no idea who he was supposed to be dancing with so he just stood there moving to the song.

And then he saw that hair. That beautiful chestnut hair was swaying in front of him. He really loved that hair...

Callie was happy. She was moving like it was just her, and nobody else in the room. She was amazing, she was fabulous. But she wasn't the only one in the room. He was there. Behind her. She didn't see him. She didn't feel him. She just knew he was moving right next to her. Maybe it was the way she always felt bigger somehow, whenever he was near.

That's exactly how she felt right now.

She had finally succeeded with getting all the stupid thoughts out of her head. She just felt. Everything. Yet she wanted to feel more.

Brandon felt it so fast, so lightly he thought he'd imagined it. But then she did it again. A gentle pressure against him. And then again. More persistant.

She was. Grinding. Him.

Her ass pressed against his groin, and he wanted to thrust forward. So he did. He half expected her to turn around at any second, realise that it was Brandon behind her and slap him in the face. Though, somehow he knew, she knew. It was the serenity in her touches, the serenity in her that came to life, only when they were together.

He thrust against her. She pressed against him. Faster. Harder.

So hard, Callie thought as Brandon grew thick against her ass. The feel of it had her wish she was closer to him still. And the once so rythmic dance became frantic. Desperate.

But she had to be careful. Desperate was fine. Dangerous was not. And if she was to turn and gaze into those eyes she so yearned for, then this would become dangerous in the flash of a second. Then he'd know. Then, they couldn't pretend. That this wasn't wrong.

They were safe here, between all these dancing bodies and loud music. So loud, nobody seemed to know anything else than the steady rythm of the beat. But if she turned, they couldn't just be here anymore, grinding on eachother like they were just two teenagers who could run upstairs, find a bedroom and fuck eachother's brains out.

If she turned they would be Brandon and Callie. Brother and sister.

Because she knew that those jeans with the hard-on she was stroking belonged to him. And he knew that the soft ass he was pushing himself against belonged to her. Still, it could have been an accident, right? And they were probably so drunk, they couldn't even recognize one another, right?

If she turned they'd both know none of that was true.

So she didn't. She just pushed herself against that hard-on like it was the last thing she would ever do.

Brandon was going to come. In his pants.

She was just.. everywhere and everything. He was just touching her, really touching her for the first time in forever. He was just in heaven.

He wanted her. He needed her. Always. And here she was...

"Callie."

He couldn't help himself. As he came, she was there. In his hands, in his heart and on his tounge.

Callie stopped. Everything stopped. For a moment the world was completely frozen as she let out a sigh. It was just a quiet little sigh, but it held all the sorrow in the world.

This moment, this reprieve was over. This was reality.

She had to turn now. But it didn't matter anymore, this dream had already come to an end. She just didn't want to break his heart again. She had to, though, didn't she? This was just their life. Heartbreak.

Brandon didn't know what to say. Or do. He knew that he wanted to say something. Because she had that look in her eyes and if she opened her mouth now he'd probably die. He couldn't come up with anything, anything at all. What were you supposed to say when you'd just come against someone's ass, someone who was supposed to be your sister? He said nothing. So she did.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake. I'm waisted. Let's just go home."

Callie made her way through the crowd. Not checking if he followed her or not. Not knowing if she cared.

She was already sitting in the passenger seat when Brandon reached the car. He opened the door to the driver's seat, sat down and closed the door. Then he waited.

Callie didn't look at him. Didn't say anything.

But Brandon waited.

And waited.

"You're just gonna sit here until we both die of embarrassment, huh? Fine, we'll sit here then. Think about how we just practically had sex in the middle of a dance floor, and how we probably just ruined our family forever because we're two stupid, horny teenagers? Yeah, fine, we'll do that! Why couldn't you just have kept your fucking mouth shut, huh? But of course you couldn't, and now.. and now we can't just go home, go to bed and pretend it never happened! No, because you had to say my stupid, fucking name, didn't you? Not thinking, never thinking for a second that everything might just get screwed up if you did. But you know what, Brandon? Everything isn't going to be alright, because we have to go home now and we have to look moms in the eye who have no idea their kids just... That we... Oh my god, Brandon, don't you realise what we've done!?"

A sixteen year old Brandon would've been heartbroken just now. A sixteen year old Brandon would have died as soon as Callie had muttered the word 'mistake' in the middle of Wyatt's crowded living room. Hell, he actually thought he would die, just seconds before she did. But he didn't.

Because after two years of knowing and loving Callie Jacob, he could finally tell when she was lying.

Yes, his.. their moms would be mad. Really mad. And things might just get a bit screwed up. But this was not a mistake. This was not just something that happened because they were drunk, or confused, or horny. This was. Not. A mistake.

Not to him.

Not to Callie.

"I realise.. I realise that we're too in love to keep our hands off of eachother. I realise that we've tried for almost two damn years to not think of each other like that, as if it was actually possible! I realise that you are lying. And I want you to tell me the truth, Callie. For once. And don't you dare mention moms, or our family, because you know as well as I do that this is about us, and us alone."

For the second time tonight Brandon believed that Callie would slap him.

"You want me to tell the truth? It's not like it's gonna do any good, because you're wrong Brandon! This isn't just about us. Whatever we feel for eachother, it doesn't matter! Because it can't."

"Moms aren't here right now, are they? It's just you and me in this car. Right here. Right now. It's just us."

"So I should just declare my undying love for you and tell you about the life I wish we could have together? How I wish we could just get out of here and be some stupid teenage runaways and how you'd probably get me pregnant right away from all the fucking amazing sex we'd have and then you'd have to marry me but it would be okay because I'd know you would have done it anyway because you love me! You love me and you love our children, because of course we'd have at least three of them, because we'd both want a big family. And we'd wake up together in the same bed and make eachother breakfast and everything would be okay because I'd have you. I would have you. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"If you mean it."

He knew she meant it. She knew, he knew she meant it. And she knew what he was really asking her.

They were both eighteen.

This didn't have to be just a dream anymore.

She didn't know what to say. What to do. So she did what she wanted to. For once...For tonight, she did exactly what she wanted to do.

To hell with the shouldn't, to hell with the couldn't... and to hell with her jeans. Then her panties.

She had to pull down his pants for him. He was too busy staring at this insane girl he loved so much.

She kept her eyes fixed on his as she lowered herself onto him. But they both had to close them at the feel of him, all the way inside her.

There was silence in the car.

Then, not so much.

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