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Callie was now in her room at home and had been strumming on the guitar thinking of lyrics to put together but couldn't think of an entire poem...at least not yet.

10 Things I Love About Brandon:

I love how he's like no other.

I love how he wakes me up in the mornings, when I don't want to be.

I love how he sticks up for my little brother.

I love how he gets himself into trouble...all for me.

I love that he finds a way to put a positive spin on things...

And that was it. 5 things she could come up with about Brandon and she didn't know how to answer the rest.

She couldn't think of anything else he did, but she knew she had to figure it out before the next morning.

If she didn't, it would just be another marked assignment stating that she didn't complete it. But she was use to that, but it was something about this subject and particular project...made her want to finish it.

As she continued thinking to herself how she could work this whole thing out, Jude came in her room looking over to her.

"Um Callie?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?" Callie asked her little brother.

"They said come down...it's dinner time." Jude said to her. She sighed and put her pencil inside the little crack of her notebook and closed it.

She knew she had to really hide it because she definitely didn't want a repeat of what happened of her journal about Liam...Liam, a name she didn't want to even mention or think of.

"Okay, I'm coming." she told him getting up stretching her arms out.

Callie then walked over to the front door of her room opening it, as Jude ran all the way downstairs already.

As she was walking, Brandon had came out of his room closing the door of his room looking and smiling at her.

"Let me guess, they called you down for dinner too?" he asked her. She nodded.

Callie didn't want to give anything away. She was practically writing a love poem to him, but it wasn't really a love poem...more like a poem about someone she deeply cared about.

"Yep! And just for the record, about today at school-" she started to say.

"Callie it's fine I said. There's nothing to say, I helped out a friend in need and you and your brother were okay." he told her.

She let out a small smile cringing at how comfortable he was at the word "friend" but she couldn't say anything about it, and she was going to be willing to.

"Well thanks again...I guess." she said walking passed him.

Callie then thought to herself about the sentence Brandon just said to her and thought of the next line she was going to write about in her poem.

6. I love how he's always overprotective of me.

Yes, that could be the next line...but now she had to deal with #7-10 which she already knew wasn't going to be easy.

She sighed and decided to think about it later and went downstairs in the kitchen.

When she finally was in there, she was greeted by everyone sitting down smiling and eating at the table as Brandon soon came into the room.

"You guys called me?" she asked Lena and Steff.

Both women smiled and looked up to her as Lena sat a plate of food in front of Callie's chair she was sitting in.

"Yes we did, we just wanted you to eat. Thanks for coming down, Jude told us you had a huge music project to do about someone you deeply cared about...so I hope we didn't cause you any trouble." Steff said to her.

Callie's eyes widen and looked toward Jude surprised that he actually told him.

"You told them about my project?" she asked turning to face him.

"I had to...they asked me what you were doing. I couldn't just lie right in front of them." Jude said to his older sister.

Callie sighed and nodded turning to face Lena, Steff, and the twins.

"Well yeah, I'm still working on it but you guys didn't bother me." she said to them.

"Good." Lena said turning around and walking back to her seat.

Callie let out a small smile looking over to Mariana who was staring at her suspiciously. She didn't know what to do or even say and she definitely didn't know what she did wrong.

"Can I help you?" she asked her picking up her knife and cutting into her food.

"Nope, I just was wondering who your inspiration could be." she said to her.

Callie tensed up not wanting to tell her it was about Brandon and started cutting even faster. If she did tell her the truth, Mariana was just going to rub it in her face about how right she was about something going on between her and him.

"Yeah Callie, who are you going to write about?" Lena asked smiling at her.

"Um you know..." she trailed off looking over to Brandon.

He was sitting next to her in her seat staring at her confused. He didn't know why she wasn't answering the question, but he was going to find out.

"Don't be afraid to tell us...you can tell us anything." Brandon said to her smiling.

"Well this is kinda personal." she muttered to herself continuing to cut even more.

"Are you going to tell us or not?" Mariana asked looking at her.

Callie then turned to face Jude who was standing there looking at her. She had no chance but to answer.

But before she could, she could hear Jude calling out to her.

"Callie watch it!" Jude shouted to her looking down at her hand.

She quickly turned around feeling a sharp pain in her finger and looked down realizing she had just cut her finger.

She quickly began to panic and bit her lip in pain holding her finger inside her other hand.

"Oh my god, Callie are you okay?" Steff asked her worriedly jumping up seeing the cut.

"Yeah I'm fine." Callie winced.

She then looked up to see everyone staring at her worriedly and kinda scared. Her gaze quickly looked over to Brandon who was looking at her even more worried.

He didn't know what just happened but whatever it was, he wasn't just going to let her stay in pain.

"It doesn't look like it. Do you need a bandaid or something?" Brandon asked her.

She shook her head vigorously.

"No it's fine! You don't need to do that." she said to him getting up in even more pain.

"Nonsense. Brandon, Jesus...do you guys want to help her out or just stand there and watch her in pain." Lena said to the boys.

"Fine I guess-" Jesus started to say getting up and looking toward Callie.

Brandon knew this was his chance to be alone with her, even if it was against the rules. So with that, he got up immediately gesturing to Jesus that he had gotten it.

"Don't worry about that man, I'll take care of it." he said to him looking to Callie.

"Are you sure?" Jesus asked him.

"He said he got it, what are you trying to do now? Hit on our new house guest too just like you did to my best friend?" Mariana asked her brother coldly.

Jesus rolled his eyes and sat back down.

"Okay you two...Brandon take Callie to the bathroom and help her out please?" Steff asked her son. He nodded.

Callie sighed and got up holding her hand and finger still as both of them traveled out of the room and into the bathroom on the first floor.

As soon as they inside, Brandon closed the door.

Callie then sat down on the edge of the tub as Brandon grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and sat down across from her leaning against the sink.

"You know there was a way to avoid all of this?" he asked her. Callie nodded knowingly.

"Trust me, I know. I was just not...paying attention." she told him.

"Clearly, but don't worry. The minute I'm done patching this up, your finger will be good as new." he said to her smiling. She smiled back.

I love how he helps me heal when I'm hurting.

That had to be the next line for her poem, after all...she was hurting and he was helping her out with it.

"You know I'm going to have to keep saying thank you a lot if you keep helping me out like this." she said to him.

Brandon stifled out a small laugh and smirk.

"Hey, I'm just doing my job." he said.

"No, your job is to mind your own damn business. But you don't do that, but it's okay...I kinda like that about you." she said to him.

He froze and looked to the side trying to blush or smile at her statement. When he finally got it together, he looked back up to her and smiled as he finished putting the bandages on her.

Both of them were trying to ignore the feeling they got whenever they touched each other, but wasn't saying they hated it.

"Good, because I'm not going to stop." he told her jokingly. She laughs a little.

Callie then looked at him knowing that she had to ask a question that had been on her mind. But still, she was going to attempt to ask for it.

"But why?" she asked him. He stopped doing what he was doing and looked up to her.

"Why what?" he asked confused.

"You know, why are you always helping me...don't you get tired of doing that all the time?" she asked.

Brandon laughs and shakes his head.

"Callie, you're not a pain in my ass if that's what you think. I help you because I actually care about you and what you do...and that's something that I know you don't get to hear everyday." he explained to her.

It made sense. Callie could now say she understood everything...well almost everything.

But thinking of it, made her thinking of something else that would definitely work for her poem.

I love that helps me see things clearly.

Two lines down, and only two more to go. This might be easier than she thought.

"Tell me about it." she said to him causally.

Brandon was soon finished as he gave Callie her hand back shyly smiling. Callie was about to smile back until she heard two familiar voices out in the kitchen.

"Brandon! Callie?! Are you guys coming? It's a cut not an operation." Steff shouted out to them.

Both teens looked at each other and giggled a bit. Callie took her hand back and hid it underneath her jacket looking at him as Brandon did the same.

"Well thanks again-" she started to say.

Brandon couldn't take it anymore. He had to tell her how he felt or he would never let himself live it down.

"Callie..." he straightforwardly said to her.

"Yeah?" she asked in the same tone.

She wanted him to say those 4 little words she wanted to hear, but he wasn't.

"I-" he began to say again.

"Guys?! Come on, come on! You're missing family time." Lena shouted to them.

Callie and Brandon sighed looking at each other and got up from their seats.

"You wanted to tell me something?" she asked her.

The moment was ruined now. He couldn't just tell her that he had feelings for her after having his mothers calling them both like that.

"Um...I was going to say...I'm happy to say that you're all better now." he said to her.

Callie was taken aback at how he could just changed the mood of the room, but nodded her head playing it cool.

"Well, thanks." she said as she walked passed him leaving the room.

As she left, she walked back to the kitchen seeing Mariana, Jesus, Lena, Jude, and Steff still at the dinner table eating and talking.

"There you are! You guys were about to miss everything. Jude was just telling us about how good his day was at school." Steff said to her and Brandon.

Callie smirked at how oblivious her new potential foster parents were.

"Yeah, some great day." she said to her. "Um, do you mind if I excuse myself for a bit...I realized I really have to finish this project." Callie told them.

"Oh sure! Go right ahead, school comes before recreation so we'll just leave your plate in the microwave." Lena said smiling at her.

"Thanks." Callie answered turning back around before Brandon stopped her in the hallway.

He didn't know why she was leaving and he didn't want her to go.

"Are you okay? Did I do or say something wrong?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"No, it's just that I really have to work on my project...I haven't had an inspiration yet." she lied to him.

Callie couldn't tell him the truth, for all she knew he could have hated it...to bad she thought that.

Brandon knew there was more to the story but nodded his head letting her go as she walked up the stairs.

When she finally reached the room, she took out her notebook from underneath her bed pulling it out and opening it up.

And just like that, she began writing the poem. The poem she had written for no one other than Brandon Foster.

As Callie was back inside the classroom, she had her notebook and guitar already in her hand ready to go and give her best performance she could.

She was nervous and scared about the whole thing but she knew she had to do it.

"I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..." she kept chanting to herself breathing in and out.

"Alright! Welcome back class, I've seen you all have done the assignment...especially, for the ones that claimed that they didn't have an inspiration." he said looking to Callie.

She let out a small smirk and smile as she kept looking at her paper with the whole poem written out.

"So are we going to do this thing or what?" she then asked to the teacher bluntly.

Some of the class laughed at how out of line she was being.

"Well since you're so into the project...Callie would you like to go first?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"No thanks." she said bitterly.

She was going to have to do it, but she didn't mean she wanted to do it right now.

"Oh come on! I know you have something good for us, so come up to the front of the class and read us what you wrote." he said to her.

She sighed and got up walking to the front of the classroom holding the piece of paper in her hand.

"Um...I guess I'll perform you my poem with my guitar so here it is." she said to everyone.

Little did she know, Brandon was walking down to go to his next class minding his own business. But as he kept walking, he began to hear a guitar playing off in the classroom behind him and turned around facing it.

With the curiosity building up, he walked and paced over to the front of the classroom door and stopped behind it seeing in the window a familiar guitar...and a familiar face.

As he continued watching Callie, he knew this was her project about someone she deeply cared about and whoever the lucky guy was...he was about to find out for himself.

"Well this inspiration happens to be a guy I know and he really means a lot to me." Callie started to say to them.

Here it was, the time for her to tell the whole class who she cared about. But she was ready...kinda.

"I love how he likes no other, I love how he wakes me up in the mornings when I don't want to be. I love how he sticks up for my little brother, I love how he gets himself into trouble...all for me. I love that he finds a way to put a positive spin on things. I love how he's so overprotective of me, I love how he helps me heal when I'm hurting...I love that helps me see things clearly. And everything about him makes me smile. But I love how me makes me happy, because I haven't done that in a while." she finished saying to everyone.

As she was done strumming the guitar and reading the words, she looked up to see everyone looking at her calmly as the teacher smiled and clapped for her.

"That was something amazing." he told her.

"Thanks, it took me all night to work on." she said. He smiles.

"I can see. But like what many people say, extraordinary things take time to make." the teacher said walking over to her. "You want to tell us who it's about?" he finished.

Callie shook her head casually.

"Not really, it's kind of a personal matter. But I'm sorry-" she started to say.

"Don't say sorry. It was perfect." he said to her. She let out a small smile.

As the conversation continued, Brandon stood there awestruck and amazed at how what she read and wrote sounded perfectly perfect. It would be just like something he would say if he was in her position but he still...didn't know who it was about.

But she was going to have some serious explaining to do for him.

Callie was sitting on her bed reading a book trying her best to pay attention to it. She was having a hard time though because of the poem she made for Brandon.

It was always going to be a shame that he was probably never going to let him know it was him she was writing about...but that's the way she liked it. Well, for now.

As she still did this, someone knocked on her door and opened it. Quickly jumping up to see who it was, look up to see Brandon standing there leaning against the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"I came to see you..." he started to say.

Callie looked at him confused.

"About?"

Brandon sighed. He had to know, he just had to.

"Look, I know you don't like people getting into your personal life but I have to ask. I heard the poem you wrote last night in class today...care to tell me who it was about?" he asked hopefully.

Callie smirked and shook her head.

"Not really." she told him casually.

"Listen Callie, why can't you just tell me I mean I thought people like us would tell each other everything." he said.

Callie knew she couldn't let him know, she couldn't.

"People like us? Brandon, what are we even? Friends, Acquaintances, Best Buds, I mean do you honestly think I'm just going to always sit here and figure out what you want us to be?" she asked a little annoyed.

Brandon was astonished staring at her not knowing if he did something wrong or not.

"What do you mean? I mean, I thought we were friends-" he started to say.

"Friends? That's what you always say but tomorrow or even in the next 5 minutes, you're going to be acting all flirty and everything while I sit here knowing that it's all bullshit." she said to him standing up.

She knew she had to get this off her shoulders. It was literally now or never, but now that he was there...she chose now.

"Callie I'm trying to tell you-" he started to say again.

"What?! What are you trying to tell me?!" she asked angrily.

Brandon knew this was hopeless, there was no explaining everything to someone like her. So, he sighed and began to turn around.

"You know what? Forget it." he muttered walking away.

Callie wasn't going to let him go, not now. They were in the middle of something both of them could mark as important.

"No, let's not forget it! I just want to know what you want from me or want me to do when you're always sending me mixed signals-" Callie started to speak following him into the hallway and turning him around to face her.

Brandon couldn't take this anymore. He had to do something now or he would forever regret it.

So with that, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to his body lunging his lips onto hers. And soon, Callie returned the action and the two began kissing each other soft and slowly.

Their kiss had turned into something more as Callie kissed him even more passionately and he started to do the same shoving his tongue into her mouth as she pulled his body closer to hers.

This was something both of them had been wanting to do for the longest time ever, but neither of them could bring themselves to it. But now, it was happening and everything about this moment was perfect.

After 10 minutes, the two pulled apart and stared at each other looking at one another shocked and surprised. They couldn't believe what they just did. It was not only against the rules, but definitely not timed or planned.

Seeing Callie's reaction and reminding himself the poem was about someone else, looked at her once more before turning around storming off into his room closing the door.

Callie stood there bewildered and not sure what to do next as someone's voice came from behind her.

"Callie?" a familiar voice said.

She knew whoever it was...they just saw what she did.

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