Author's Note: I actually held off posting this for a few days because I feel like I've been posting a lot lately. I know that you guys probably want me to post everything really quickly, but I want to put a least a few days in between updates to lessen the pressure, so you won't get another update for this story for another week or so. But don't worry, it's just giving me time to write and make sure that what I'm writing isn't total crap. If you're reading my other story Second Chances then you guys will get an update for the story on maybe Wednesday or Thursday.


Seven Months Ago


Wyatt's P.O.V.

"I'm sorry, but my mom found out I was living in my car and says that I can't stay here unless I can find someplace permanent."

Callie's shoulders slump and she takes my hand, sending sparks up my right arm. "God, I can't believe you have to leave again. You can't just stay with Daphne?"

"Yeah, tell my mom I'm living with an 17 year old from Juvie?"

She frowns. "She's a good person."

"My mom's not going to go for it."

She sighs and leans back into the seat of my car, taking her hand away as she crosses her arms. "I don't want you to go." Her big brown eyes start to well up and I can't help but lean in towards her and kiss the lips on her beautiful face. Her hand goes into my hair and she deepens the kiss and I feel my heart racing as our mouths move together. So I break the kiss and stare into her eyes and I say it.

"Maybe I could move in with Stef and Lena. If you ask them, they might go for it. It won't take me that long to find a day job and get an apartment."

"Wyatt." She looks upset now. "That's crazy, they won't agree to it."

"They're foster parents, they take in teens right?"

"There's no room, and you're not in the system, they can't take care of you. And they would never agree to let my boyfriend live with us."

"I love you."

I knew what to expect when I said this. Maybe she would say it back, maybe she would kiss me, and maybe we would even finally get somewhere serious with our relationship.

Or maybe she would do the exact opposite.

"Wyatt, you know I just got out of a bad place, with me finally finding my biological dad and getting adopted. I told you I wasn't going to rush into a serious relationship with you, not until I felt like things were going back to normal."

"And they aren't?" She shakes her head. "Look I get it, you and Brandon will always have a history, but you chose me over him."

"I didn't choose you over him, I chose adoption over a relationship. When you asked if anything changed with Brandon, I said no because I was still going to get adopted."

"So what, if you were allowed to be with Brandon and get adopted would you still choose to be with him?"

"I don't know!" She was crying. "You can't put me in this position, not when you say you love me and you're going to leave for Indiana."

I grip the steering wheel tightly, watching my fingers go white. "You fell in love with him after only two months, and one of those months you were with me. You never made it seem like what we had was something that would last. And when I gave you the advice to go for Brandon, you didn't even hesitate. I'll always be your second choice."

She covers her mouth with her hands as she looks away from me, and my chest starts to hurt the longer I look at her.

"I don't want you to move in. I don't want to have something serious." She chokes out. "I want one easy thing in my life, something that takes no effort, and I just want to feel like I won't get hurt when I'm with someone."

"I'm not going to hurt you." I plead.

"And I don't want to hurt you. But I will. So I think it's best we just say goodbye and try to part as friends."

"Just tell me something."

"No."

"Callie-"

"I know what you're going to ask, and trust me, if you value our friendship at all, you won't."

"I think I'm willing to risk it." She takes a deep breath, and turns her head slightly to me, but looks away. "Callie." She finally looks me in the eye. "Did you ever have feelings for me?"

"Yes."

"But?"

She lets out a breath, "You know why."

"I just want to hear it."

"Really? Because if I were you, I wouldn't."

She sits there stiff and stony so I turn my head to the front of the car.

"I'm not going to be with Brandon just because you're gone. Nothing's changed, I'm still adopted."

I lean my head back into the headrest. "Do what makes you happy Callie."

She shakes her head and gets out of the car. "I wish I could." She smiles genuinely at me, but it just makes my stomach sink lower. "Goodbye Wyatt."

She stands there waiting for me to respond back, and I feel like there's so much that still needs to be said. But I never had the chance, or if I did, I missed it.

"Goodbye Callie."


Present Day


Brandon's P.O.V.

"This was a bad idea." Callie says.

"We won't stay long. We'll be in and out in half an hour." We get to David's front door, the music pounding on the other side; party already in full gear an hour after it has started. "Stay close, and if you think something bad is going to happen, go find me."

Callie opens the door and I follow her in, guys and girls drinking and partying in front of us. Our interlocked hands let go and I watched her walk towards David, who was standing next to the speakers, watching everyone have fun. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turn to see Alyssa, holding a beer, which she shoves into my hands as she pulls me down to, kiss me sloppily.

"Hey handsome. What are you doing here?" Her hands are on my chest and I hold her shoulders to stop her from falling.

"Alyssa, I think you need to sit down." I lead her to the couch and sit her down, when she pulls me down next to her and moves her lap onto mine.

"I miss you." She says, her smile big and she cups my face. "I'm sorry I got so mad at you yesterday. I should have known that whatever you and Callie had was over. I mean, there she is with David." I look over at where David was standing before and see her and David hugging.

"She's not getting back together with him," I explain.

She turns towards them and then looks back at me. "That's just wishful thinking. She'll let you go like you let her go."

I look down and she uses her fingers to bring my face back up and she kisses me again. Her hands go down to the buttons of my shirt and I stop her there. "Alyssa, I think I need to get you home."

"We could stay here. Find a bedroom." She puts her mouth next to my ear. "I forgot to put on panties before coming here." She giggles and then stands up, unsteadily. I catch her quickly and she grabs the back of my neck and starts peppering my face with kisses. I see Callie has noticed and is making her way to the front door, shaking her head.

"Stay here."

"Brandon," she whines.

"I'll be back. Just wait here. And don't drink anything." She pouts and sits on the couch.

"Callie," I yell and she's leaning against the door, arms crossed.

"You're done talking to David?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll meet you at the car, I have to help Alyssa get out of here."

"I'll do it." I turn and David is standing there behind me, looking sober for a party host.

"She's my girlfriend, I'll take her home." I explain.

"I need to get out of here man, I'm desperate for an excuse."

I almost want to tell him to take Callie home, but I realize how much of a mistake that would be, so I just nod and tell him the address. He comes back a minute later with Alyssa's arm draped across his shoulders.

"Brandon." She sings. "There you are." She stumbles again, but David is still holding her up.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Good night guys." He loads her into his car and she stares out the window at me as he drives away and I turn back to Callie to see her already going to the car.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I say when we're driving down the road.

"The talk with David didn't go as planned."

"Meaning?"

"He threw that party hoping I would come and we would get back together." She curls her legs under her body and leans against the car door. "I told him I only wanted to be friends, and then I saw you and Alyssa and I just had to get out of there."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize. It's good she forgives you. It makes things less complicated, in a way."

I nod, and I quickly reach my hand over to her and squeeze her thigh affectionately. She smiles her half-smile and then leans over to whisper in my ear.

"Pull over into that alley."

I grin and she bites her lip when I finally pull over, no other cars around, as she climbs over to the back seat, where I join her, and she pulls my shirt to bring me on top of her.

"What's gotten into you?" I murmur against Callie's neck, whose fingers are sliding under my shirt and making me shiver.

"You." She says like it's a matter of fact, and she lifts the bottom of my shirt up and I help her remove it from my body. "You've gotten into me," she says sexily, and I growl and unbutton her top, kissing down the center of her chest, enjoying each little sigh that comes out of her mouth.

"I wish I could take you somewhere special," I say hovering over her face. "I wish we could just go and find someplace else, where no one will bother us."

"You know we can't," she wraps her legs around my waist, "We still have your girlfriend to think about."

"Let's not right now." I grab her hips and pull them towards mine; connecting them briefly and watching her eyes go hazy.

"Damn you Brandon," she curses, her fingers dragging through my hair. "Damn me too, for wanting you this badly. I'm going to go to hell for all the things I want to do to you."

"Well then," We both groan when my hips clash with hers again, "I guess I'll see you there."


Alyssa's P.O.V.

"I'm home, I'm home," I say and David opens the front door that I must have kept unlocked before leaving. "My home sweet home," and he rushes me in and closes the door.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I yell and David gets a panicked look before I laugh again. "They're not home dummy!" I make my way to the stairs but the floor turns into a bouncy house and I can't take a step without wanting to jump. "Come on dummy, race you up the stairs," but he just picks me up bridal style and carries me to my room.

"Here you go," he says, laying me on my bed.

"Oh, my bed." I spread out on my comforter.

"I better go back, good night Alyssa."

"Wait," I say, not wanting him to leave. I suddenly feel serious, everything looks a lot less fun and my tone matches my feelings now. "There's something I have to tell you."

"Alyssa, I have to go, and you're drunk."

"It's important," I stare at him, feeling happy again when he turns around and walks up to the side of my bed. "Yay, you stayed." My giggles disappear soon after I see his face near mine.

"What is it Alyssa?"

"It's about Callie." His eyes narrow and I lean towards him and stare with my face inches from his, and he doesn't move. He looks so hot, I think. "She's doesn't love you." I smile sadly at him. "She's in love with someone else, and as hard as you will try, you will not get her back." I pat his cheek. "You need someone that isn't pining for someone they will never have. You need someone that chooses reality over fantasy." I rest my thumb on his lips. "I want to show you what that's like." He shakes his head and moves his face away from mine.

"I'm not going to do this Alyssa."

"Why? You used to do it all the time. Remember the parties we went to. Remember those nights we spent together. Or were you too smashed to recall what we did?"

"I'm over that. Besides you're with Brandon."

I glare at him and he backs away from me. "Don't try this good guy act on me. You were an asshole when you got drunk and horny. I'm the only one that knows the real you."

"I've changed."

"Oh really? Tell me then, did you try to have sex with Callie before she broke up with you?" His eyes go down and I feel successful. "You did didn't you? And she said no. So naturally, you get angry, you demand answers, and she finally tells you the truth. And tonight, you try get her back, by showing her that you can be sober even when throwing a party, when before she arrived, you probably checked out every whore that you banged before you met her."

"I didn't throw this party to prove a point."

"Well you certainly didn't throw it to have fun."

"I'm done with this." He turns to walk out.

"I liked you, you know! A lot. That's why I slept with you, because I hoped you would realize it wasn't just physical for you too. And then you go and choose her instead when she has given you nothing. And now you still want her. What does she have that I didn't?"

"She didn't throw herself at me. She never drank, never did anything stupid. She made me a better person."

The earth has stopped bouncing now, and my body has stopped swaying from side to side. I sigh and sit down next the side of my bed, pressing my hands into my now aching head. "I don't feel that way about you anymore." I touch the edges of my carpet. "I'm just drunk and talking loudly."

"I know." He sits down in front of me. "I'm sorry I used you like that. You're one of my best friends, you know. And thanks for the advice about Callie."

"It wasn't too slurred?"

"No, you almost sounded sober."

"Shut up dummy." And he smiles at my old nickname for him.

"Brandon can make you better too. We can both benefit from not partying all the time." He helps me up and I get into bed while he turns off the lights. "Good night."

"David?" I ask with half my face in my pillow.

"Yeah?"

"I thought I was falling in love with you. I think I'm falling in love with Brandon. But I don't know if I'm the kind of person to fall in love while I'm in high school."

He grins slightly. "You'd be surprised."

He closes the door and I'm left in darkness, listening to his retreating footsteps like it's seven months ago and we were still juniors, and I just let him leave without telling him how I felt. Except this time I'm longing for someone else.

Brandon can help me. He can make me better. He can help me fall in love.

I just hope I don't end up brokenhearted.


Teen love is messy. You're old enough to know what you're feeling but too young to really find that one person you'll be with for the rest of your life. Because you're still kids, everything seems like fun until someone's feelings get hurt.

To make up for the lack of maturity, you'll try find someone older, who doesn't understand that they are young and vulnerable. And feelings get hurt again, and you just fall deeper into this belief that love is only a myth.

Teens really shouldn't fall in love. They're terrible at having a healthy relationship with somebody the same age. Yet, we still do because movies and books and pop songs tell us to believe that you can find that special somebody, wherever and whenever you want. So we believe people we don't know over our own parents, who try to steer us towards a realistic idea of what love really is. We know better, we think. We're the ones that feel this way, how dare they try to tell us what to do.

Maybe if we listened, we would have saved ourselves so much pain. But how else are we supposed to know better in the future? How else are we supposed to know what to tell our kids not to do?

As a child, you need to be scolded so that you know what it feels to do something wrong. It's recognizing it and making the right decisions that make you wise. Because then you know better. Then you know you've lived.


Second Author's Note: So, it is not the end of Brandon and Alyssa, not for a while. I know that right now he's cheating on Alyssa with Callie, but that because Callie feels like they need to keep up appearances for a while and they don't want to hurt Alyssa while she feels the pressure for her next performance. The question is, will Alyssa fall in love with Brandon? Will David still be around? Stick around to find out. Hope to read your reactions!.

Next Chapter: A month goes by and Callie gets caught in a bad situation while Brandon is busy with Alyssa