Title: Open

Rating: T

So a chapter story! Haven't written one in a while, I like one-shots, personally. However, I thought this would be fun(: Somewhat my predictions for next week, not really. So uh.. yeah(: Enjoy.


Without thinking, Brandon traced the stitches on her forehead, moving his palm to rest on her cheek. Her eyes opened.

"Hey."

"Hey," he said, sitting down. She rolled on her side. Unlike her raspy voice, his was more calm, the word more elongated. "How are you feeling?"

"Like hell. Where's Jude?"

He smiled, resting his hand on her neck. "At home."

"Why am I so out of it?"

"You were.." he grouped for words. "You were pretty banged up."

"I don't remember what happened," she said, sounding annoyed.

"Well, it's not amnesia, since you know who I am. Wait, you do know who I am?" he pretended to frown.

She gave a small smile. "Yes. Where is everyone?"

"Mom and Lena took the twins and Jude home. My mom'll be back in about and hour to pick me up. She let me stay, in case you woke up."

"In case I woke up?" she frowned, making herself wince.

"Easy," he soothed, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand gently, trying not to irritate a bruise painted there. "They had you in a.. Medically induced coma or something?"

"For how long?"

"Three days."

Her eyes widened instantly. "Three days? What happened?"

"Doesn't matter. Just settle down," he lulled, trying to calm Callie down.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

"Why won't you tell me what happened?" she asked, not opening her eyes.

"Lena said not to."

She didn't say anything. His hand returned to his lap now, watching her closed eyes.

"When can I come home?" her gaze now reached his.

"Soon."

With that, she smiled, and they stared at each other for a long while, lost in their own thoughts.

Slowly, the gap between them closed, and he saw her eyes shut before his did the same. His lips touched hers.

He knew it was wrong. He knew she could get in trouble. He knew he could. But it was him, breaking rules. And it was almost perfect; the rush of the crime, and the knowledge they wouldn't get caught.

They'd head anyone coming from all the way down the hall.

The curtain was closed.

And who would come? His mom wasn't due for an hour, and a nurse checked Callie half an hour ago. They were completely alone.

Her chin tipped back, and she rolled onto her back.

"Callie.. I shouldn't have.. I'm sorry.."

She close eyes. I know you're not asleep, he thought.

"You want me to tell my mom you woke up?"

There was a long pause. So long he thought she really did fall asleep.

"No."


Change in Point of Views


There was someone next to her, she knew. She didn't know who. She could feel them touch her hair, her face, her arms. They traced the stitches on her forehead, moving their palm to rest on her cheek. The curiosity to see who it was overcame her comfort. Her eyes opened. Brandon.

He was standing above her, his hand on her face. Instantly, she wished her eyes were closed again, but the damage was done.

"Hey."

"Hey," he said, sitting down. She rolled on her side. His voice was calm, soothing.. Worried. "How are you feeling?"

"Like hell. Where's Jude?"

He smiled, resting his hand on her neck. "At home."

"Why am I so out of it?"

"You were.." he grouped for words. "You were pretty banged up."

"I don't remember what happened." she said, annoyed. She could remember stairs.. Falling..

"Well, it's not amnesia, since you know who I am. Wait, you do know who I am?" he pretended to frown.

She gave a small smile. "Yes. Where is everyone?"

"Mom and Lena took the twins and Jude home. My mom'll be back in about and hour to pick me up. She let me stay, in case you woke up."

"In case I woke up?" she frowned, making her forehead burn. She could feel something tug- she could remember from her old foster home what stitches felt like.

"Easy," he soothed, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand gently. Something was obscuring her better judgment, and it was easier to enjoy the feeling than tell him to stop. "They had you in a.. Medically induced coma or something?"

"For how long?"

"Three days."

She needed to know. "Three days? What happened?"

"Doesn't matter. Just settle down," he lulled, trying to calm Callie down. How could she be asleep for three days?

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her cheek, letting it sooth her.

"Why won't you tell me what happened?" she asked, not opening her eyes.

"Lena said not to."

She didn't say anything. Of course. His hand was no longer on her face; she couldn't help but want it back.

"When can I come home?" she forced herself to look in his eyes.

"Soon."

With that, she smiled, and they stared at each other for a long while. This is wrong, she thought. If Stef walks in right now.. If either women knew..

Slowly, her eyes shut, without thinking about it. His lips touched hers.

His lips pressed to her. Catcalls echoed around. All she could taste was beer.

Embarrassment made her eyes burn. What if Mariana saw her?

Her chin tipped back, and she rolled onto her back. And uncomfortable feeling filled her.

"Callie.. I shouldn't have.. I'm sorry.."

She close her eyes, pretending to sleep.

"You want me to tell my mom you woke up?"

"No."


This isn't a oneshot, and since I have lost faith in humanity a long time ago, I'd like to say: You're not suppose to know everything yet(;

Chapters to follow.