He watched her. Not in a stalker fashion, not like a scientist innately observing a science experiment...no, he just watched her.
Because, after all that happened since day one, he just didn't, could not understand her. Some days, some of the days he felt as if they had this connection, inexplainable, different, and completely, absolutely out of the world. Those days they were Brandon and Callie, Callie and Brandon, together in a universe of their own, away from the hurt, the pain, and the restrictions. There were too many damn restrictions.
But there were bad days, stormy days, days she built this wall, bursting with secrets, bursting with lies, bursting with blocks. She blocked him, she blocked his family, and just took Jude with her, to this cove she's built herself, this place she'd mentally created to protect herself and Jude from the harshness that was the world. But now, now it was different. Now, there was Wyatt. Callie didn't take Wyatt in like Jude, no, she was too careful for that, she just used Wyatt to build on to that damn wall of hers.
And that's why Wyatt didn't matter, it was her and her damn wall. Brandon wanted to be a part of her world, to help her break out of her solitude, to show her, live with her, and help her discover how great the world could be. How great they could be. Together.
Did she even understand what she did to him? The very sight of her made his brain and his mind muddled, and they screamed her name, Callie, Callie, Callie. He tried, he tried to forget her, but every morning she was there and every evening she was there...and sometimes, sometimes he wished she'd just leave, because she was driving him absolutely crazy and all he could do was watch.
Watch her protect Jude. Watch her avoid him. Watch her with Wyatt. Watch her
kiss Wyatt. Watch her, as he told her how he felt and all she did was retaliate and avoid. All he could do his watch, and wish he was both her Wyatt and her Jude, that he could be her happy ever after.
And he watched her because she was beautiful, but broken. And he wanted to pick her up, spin her around, and rebuild her so she could be happy. So he could be happy. And he wasn't afraid to admit it, he wanted to make love with her, rebelliously and secretly, without telling his mothers and he wanted be stuck in her crazy, crazy whirlwind and see the world he had never known.
But all he could do was watch. Watch her afar and up close, glare at Wyatt, hoping his smoldering looks could send him away so maybe he could spend some more time with her.
And now, was it too late now? He'd laid his heart on his sleeve, just as his mothers taught him, and told her all that he could...and he was willing to risk it all on her. He didn't, could not understand why she drove him to such extremes, to unmarked territory that he wanted to explore and see and know. And she smiled that broken smile, and left him standing there with explanations he didn't want to accept and thoughts of possibilities and 'what-ifs?'. Because she never had said no, she never refused...she just left him on that porch, pointing out problems and not denying Brandon's requests.
And it made his mind wander and wonder, that maybe, possibly, she felt the same way too. But maybe, maybe she was just scared. And maybe, someday, somehow maybe...theoretically...they could be Callie and Brandon, Brandon and Callie.
Yet, for now, all he could do was watch. So he watched her kissing Wyatt, just hoping that maybe, someday, he could do more than just watch.
Author's Note: So, as you can see, I've added another chapter. After watching Episode 5, I could not help myself! The scene on the porch still sends me to the clouds! So I had to write this. Thus, I've decided this story will be added onto off and on, and is always complete, because it's not necessary to have read every chapter. I might also base how much is written on the amount of response, good or bad.
Anyways, hope you all are having a good day, and biscotti to anyone who reviews!
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