Jude's POV

As soon as we opened the door to our apartment, Callie sat down on the couch and breathed a sigh of relief. She patted the spot next to her and I sat down. I snuggled against her, and thought about when I first moved in here.

Flashback- 2 years ago

"Welcome to your new home, Jude," Callie said, as she opened the apartment door. There was a couch and a TV, along with a small table and a fridge and kitchen sink. There were a few cabinets for dishes above the sink. We walked further back and I saw the bathroom and one room.

When we walked in, I saw a curtain in the middle of the room and I asked," What's this for?"

"Well, since there's only one room, I split it with a curtain so your desk, bed, and drawers for your clothes are on one side. Then, my stuff is on the other side. When we need privacy, just pull the curtain and it separates the room." Callie explained, and I nodded.

"I'm glad to be here with you," I said, smiling at my sister. "It's not big, but at least it's not another foster home. Now we're together."

"Yes we are, Jude," Callie said, hugging me. "And I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again."

End of Flashback

"Callie, you almost let me out of your sight," I said, and Callie turned to me confused.

"What do you mean, Jude?" She asked.

"Well, when we first moved here you said you would never let me out of your sight ever again," I explained. "If you had gotten seriously hurt, you would've been letting us get seperated again."

"Jude, me getting hurt was inevitable," Callie replied, hugging me. "What I could stop was you getting hurt, and that's what I did. Some things were just meant to happen."

"Okay, " I said softly. "What's tomorrow?" I asked, curiously.

"Sunday," Callie replied. She saw my eyes grow wide and she said," And you've got a history paper due Monday."

"Will you help me finish it?" I asked, pleadingly. She nodded and picked up her crutches and followed me to my desk. "Thank you," I said, as I sat down at my desk.

"You're welcome," she said, ruffling my hair. Even though Callie's education only extended to a high school diploma, she wanted to make sure that I did my very best in school so that I could get a better job choice. She picked up my prompt paper and said," So, the Revolutionary war..."

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"... just add the last word and a period, and you're done!" Callie said, as I scribbled the ending of the last paragraph.

"Thanks, Callie," I said, as I put the paper in my folder.

Callie looked at her watch and said," God, it's almost lunch time. What do you want to eat, Jude?" I shrugged and she said," We can eat at the diner, the one I work at, so I can talk to my boss while we're there."

"We can?" I asked, surprised because Callie and I don't eat out a lot. She saves her money so we can make sure we keep our house stocked with necessities, and Callie has to pay the bills. "Are you sure?"

"Yep, I've been saving some money aside for eating out and going to the movies each month," Callie replied. "Just put on your shoes and we'll go."

I grabbed my shoes and said," Okay, I'm ready."

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I opened the door to the diner, and held it open for Callie. "Thanks, Jude." She said, walking in on her crutches.

One of Callie's work friends saw Callie and her eyes went wide. "Callie, what happened?"

"I-" Callie started, but I cut her off and said it for her.

"Callie pushed me out of the way of a car," I said.

"Yeah, can you get Jude to a table for the two of us?" Callie asked. "I'm gonna go talk to the boss."

Callie's friend nodded and showed me to a table. "Thanks," I said, sliding into a seat, leaving the other vacant for Callie.

I was waiting for Callie, when a familiar person with blond hair, walked by me. She stopped and said," Jude, what're you doing here?" It was Officer Adams Foster.

"I'm waiting for Callie, she's talking to her boss," I said, I realized that there was and African-American lady with curly hair, and two Hispanic kids, probably around eighteen, nineteen with her.

"Mom, you know him?" the boy asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, I actually met him last night, Jesus," she explained, patting my back. "How's Callie doing?"

"You mean since you've seen her this morning?" I asked, and Stef nodded. "She's fine. Thanks for the ride this morning."

"No problem," Stef said and she tapped Lena's shoulder. "Callie's the one I told you about, honey. She pushed Jude out of the way of a careless driver. "

"So you're Callie's brother, huh?" The lady that was Stef's age asked. "It's nice to meet you. These are two of our kids: Mariana and Jesus."

I waved at them and the girl named Mariana returned the favor. "Hey Jude, I'm ba-" Callie appeared, but stopped when she saw Stef. "Oh, Hi Officer Adams Foster."

"Callie, please, call me Stef," Stef said, smiling at Callie. "Jude said you're doing well."

"I'm fine," Callie replied, shrugging as she sat down.

"Callie, you ready to order?" Callie's friend came up to our table and Stef smiled.

"Well, I'll let you guys eat. Good bye," Stef said, walking away. Of course I was skeptical about the cop, but I liked her. She was a good one.

"Who was that?" Callie's friend asked, and Callie and I chuckled.

A/N: So, chapter three. Like or not? Please review. Thanks for reading.

-greyowl23