Brandon took that step forward and planted his lips on hers, and for a second Callie felt like she was floating and she knew, this was unlike anything she had experienced, and that there was no way she could give it up for anything. They had been sneaking around ever since.
It was not like they ever explicitly discussed or proclaimed that this was meant to be a secret relationship, but the just both assumed, considering their precarious situation.
From then on, it was subtle glances across the breakfast table, silent nudges under the dinner table, and meaningful stares across the school compound.
They were secretive in the way a foster girl with a mysterious past and a boy with deeply seeded familial issues were.
One glance across the room and the next moment Brandon requested to be excused, and Callie coughed out something about needing the bathroom. Moments later his lips were on hers against the side of the staircase.
Callie knew that this was a bad idea, a very bad one indeed, and every time she saw Jude smile brightly in that same household she was breaking the number one foster sibling rule in, her heart clenched. Callie was not in it for the thrill, believe her, she had plenty of that in her life, and that was not something she was in search for any longer. But somehow, in Callie Jacob's life, bad ideas also seemed to implant themselves and this time, somehow stayed there. After every time they pulled away, slightly out of breath, and Brandon gave her that smile that caused his chocolate brown orbs to sparkle just a tad, Callie found herself pardoning her selfish behaviour yet again.
The only time the two of then found themselves being just Brandon and Callie, no baggage, no rules, were those rare days where the rest of the siblings had something on after school, and the long walk from Anchor Beach High back home was their safe haven. They talked about everything under the sun, and sometimes even indulged in holding hands for a few brief seconds as they held their breath, relishing in the rare moments they had with one another.
They had their own secret way of communicating, through music, which was what brought them together in the first place. Sometimes in the evenings, Brandon would play a few delicate strokes on his grand piano, and as Callie replied with the chords he helped her remember, the largest face eating grins would appear on each of their faces.
It was magic, what they had, and that was something neither wanted to admit because in their minds, they worried and assumed one moment of happiness would be balanced with one unhappy moment and neither had the heart to risk it.
Anyone who was meant to see it saw that the two were utterly and irrevocably in love, yet their reluctance to admit it was excruciating. But they guessed that was what you got when two broken people had an emotional connection deeper than anyone could begin to imagine.
A/N: based on a prompt on [ found +here ] it's so badly done but i hope you guys liked it & feel free to request [ +here or in the comments ] one-shots and i'll be sure to get to them asap! x (sorry it's so short but like i felt if i added more it'd become awkward so)
