A/N: Oh, goodness, thank you so much for the reviews. Honestly, I was just expecting one or two because it was such a boring chapter. Actually some of the best 18 reviews that I have ever seen. Really glad you guys like it so far! Let me just reply to some reviews to sort stuff out..

jjrd: Yes, more character plots will be included. I've already got an idea for Jesus's ADHD, and the Jude-blue nail polish situation from the show will be dealt with in Chapter 5 and 6 because I think it's a great concept. Thank you for choosing to read this, even though you don't like Brallie!

Vacablanca: I think the point of fanfiction is to give the show your own twist, y'know? So I'll be sure to make Brallie my own. Are there certain reasons why you don't like Brallie in the show? I can work on avoiding or altering those situations.

Oh, and to the guest that asked about him.. Wyatt will be a character in this story. He is briefly mentioned in Chapter 3 and is introduced officially in Chapter 4.

I do not own The Fosters or the characters.

[Callie]

Mariana and the boys were already upstairs, each of them having something to do right away. While Lena and Stef are washing the dishes, I stand up from my stool and reach to pick up my plate, but Brandon beats me to it. I look up and see that he has already piled his plate, mine, and Jude's into his hands, also reaching to grab Jesus's.

I laugh and tell him, "You don't have to do that. We're supposed to clean up after ourselves, and if we don't, punishment. Plus, you're a guest."

He bows his head down, a grin forming on his face. "Right, sorry. Force of habit."

With a small smile, I take mine and Jude's plates from him and walk over to the sink, where Lena is wiping the dishes off with a rag. I hand her the plates, and Brandon does the same. As I begin to walk out of the kitchen, Stef calls for me.

"Callie, can you show Brandon around the house? He's staying in the guest room."

I nod and motion for Brandon to follow me. We trail up the stairs together after I point to the living room and the backyard. Once we are at the top of the steps, I point to the rooms as I introduce them to him.

"That's Jesus's and Jude's room. There's mine and Mariana's. Right in between is the guest room, which I guess is now your room."

We enter the already open room. I turn on the lights, revealing the queen-sized bed parked in the corner, a keyboard in the corner opposite of the bed, and a door leading to the closet next to the foot of the bed. On the wall across the closet and bed was a wooden dresser with a full-body mirror beside it. On this wall was our "measuring ladders", where Stef and Lena used to measure our heights. A few pictures of different sceneries that I took were taped to the wall behind us, five 8 x 11 ones on each side of the door. The wall with the keyboard against it was covered with pictures of the family. I walk further into the room, sitting down on the corner of the bed as Brandon looks at the photos.

"Sorry that it doesn't look like an average guest room. This room used to be Stef and Lena's, because Stef's mom lived in their room. Once she moved out, they took that bedroom, and I moved in here. Mariana started having nightmares, though, so I moved back with her. Sorry about the keyboard, too. I'd move it into my room, but it doesn't really fit anywhere."

He raises his eyebrows and turns to me. "You play?"

I shrug and reply, "I know the basics, but it's Jude's. He used to play, but he stopped after-" I stop myself from revealing too much before I finish, "After I was gone for a while."

He nods and sits down on the stool behind the keyboard. "Juvie, right?"

My jaw drops a bit in shock. He chuckles and explains, "Bill told me on the way here. He told me that there was a girl here who got locked up once. I figured it was Mariana, but then you came in. You.. You had this look in your eyes that made the gears turn in my head."

I furrow my eyebrows and question, "A look?"

He nods and responds, "Yeah. A look that I knew, 'cause I saw it every day for eighteen months."

Shifting so he's facing me, Brandon asks, "What'd you get arrested for?"

I sigh and bite my lip. I just met this guy. I can't tell him, can I?

"My foster father accused me of assaulting him when I was trying to protect Jude."

Dammit. It came out of my mouth without a thought to it.

Brandon stares at me, as if he's trying to analyze something. After about ten seconds, I awkwardly begin to stand up while rambling, "Well, um, if you need anything, you know where to find me. The bathroom is right across the hall. Be warned… It's first come, first serve. Mariana takes forever getting ready."

As I walk out, a thought crosses my head. I turn around, seeing Brandon standing up and walking towards me.

"I forgot. If you need any clothes, I have a box of Mike's old stuff that you can have."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Mike?"

Realizing that no one has mentioned Mike to him, I explain, "He's Stef's ex-husband. Jesus used to wear his old clothes, but once he hit high school and developed a new fashion sense, all of it's been untouched."

Brandon nods and smiles. "Thanks for the help."

I smile back and reply, "It's no problem. Just let me know if you need anything."

With that, I turn on my heels and exit the room. Once I walk into my room, I'm hit with the strong scent of nail polish. On her bed is Mariana, painting her toes a bright yellow.

"This is the urgent thing that you had to take care of?"

She grins as I sit down in front of her and says, "Hey, beauty waits for no woman," which causes us to laugh.

When she moves onto her right foot, she jokingly questions, "So, how does it feel having this hot sixteen year-old guy live next door to you?"

"You think Brandon's hot?"

She raises her eyebrows and responds, "You don't?"

I roll my eyes and reply, "Mariana, he's your brother."

She sticks up her left pointer finger and corrects, "Foster brother, and it's only temporary."

Focusing back on her toes, she adds, "Besides, I'm not interested in the bad boy type. It's hot, but I wouldn't build a relationship with someone like that. I think you two would be cute, though."

I chuckle, "I'm sure my boyfriend agrees with that."

"Laugh all you want, but you can't control love."

And that was Chapter 2. Yet another filler chapter. Hope it wasn't as bad as the first chapter, though. Drop a review and let me know what you thought? (: