A/N: Thank you for the support on this story so far. This chapter may be a little short as I was kind of at a loss but I will try to pick it back up again.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Fosters.


Chapter four:

"Hey, Callie" Brandon said once they were alone. Mariana had met up with Garret, Jesus was with Lexie and Brandon's moms took Jude out to see a movie.

"Hey" Callie smiled. Brandon wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"So, what do you wanna do?" He asked.

"I don't know…" Callie said.

"Are you okay?" Brandon asked pulling up a chair and sitting down, looking really worried.

"Yeah" Callie sighed. Brandon raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?" Brandon double checked. He could tell something was up.

"It's just, Jude" Callie sighed.

"What about him?" Brandon was confused.

"He's happy here, Brandon" Callie stated. Her heart was heavy in her chest and she felt conflicted. On one hand there was Brandon, a guy she deeply cared for and desperately wanted to be with but on the other there was, her little brother. Happy and smiling and finally feeling comfortable and wanting to be a part of this family but she needed to see things through. She had to.

"I know" Brandon admitted.

"I don't want to ruin things for him" Callie said.

"You won't" Brandon assured her. Callie shook her head.

"No. I will, I always ruin things for him, for both of us. If your parents found out they'd never look at me the same again. I don't want that to happen" Callie sobbed. Brandon put his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder.

"Callie, look at me" Brandon convinced her. She did what he'd told her and looked into those intoxicating eyes.

"That won't happen. I promise" He assured her then held her face in his hands and gently placed his lips upon hers. All of a sudden the room stood still and it was like they were stuck in that moment, as if time had stopped and they were kissing and Brandon ran his hands through her hair and she was running her hands over his body. Intoxicated, addicted to him and this moment. Callie forgot about everything and everyone none of it mattered anymore because she was beginning to see things clearer. She was beginning to see why she'd gone back with Brandon in the first time. She was falling in love with him.

Finally they broke apart smiling and laughing, both of them feeling like the 4th of July and like nothing could touch them because what they had was special, really special and they didn't want to stop for anyone.

"You're something special, Callie Jacobs" Brandon proclaimed kissing her forehead.

"I'm not that great" She disagreed.

"Callie… Don't say that because you are special and if you don't believe me I'll keep on telling you until you do!" Brandon told her.

"I'm sorry" Callie apologized.

"You have nothing to be sorry about!" He told her. He picked up her hand and kissed it before heading to the fridge for something to drink.


"How was the movies?" Callie asked as Stef, Lena and Jude arrived home. She and Brandon were sitting on the living room couch watching TV.

"Good, how was your night?" Stef quizzed her son and foster daughter.

"Um, good... we just studied and watched the TV" Brandon said.

"Okay... well Callie do you remember what we asked you before the wedding?" Lena asked sitting on one of the chairs.

"Um, yeah" Callie remembered.

"Well we spoke to Bill and he's got the paperwork to make it official. We've just got to all sign it and appear in front of a judge" Stef explained. Callie and Brandon looked at each other both of them going white.

"Oh..." Callie stammered.

"You do still want this don't you Callie?" Lena asked. Worried that she'd changed her mind.

"Yeah... I mean... well... I need the bathroom" Callie mumbled rushing to the downstairs bathroom.

"Is she okay, Brandon?" Lena asked confused.

"Uh... I think so" Brandon said.

"Brandon, there's something you're not telling us" Stef said. sensing something was up.

"It's just... nothing" Brandon said. He couldn't tell them. He wanted to and in fact he had been about to but for some reason he'd clammed up and there was nothing he could do.

"Brandon Foster!" Stef warned.

"I-I... Uh... Mom... I" Brandon stuttered.

"Stef... He'll tell us when he's ready... let it go" Lena assured her placing her hand on her knee. Brandon fled the room before his mother could change her mind.


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