another short chapter! aghh im so sorry! i will write a longer one soon i promise! i was so excited writing this chapter! I hope you enjoy it! I can't wait for Monday! uhhh! And i've gotten a lot of pm from you guys and i love them! it makes me feel like i know you personally so please keep them coming! i love to hear your opinions! I feel extremely honored to be put on the fanfiction section of the Brallie page on the Fosters Wiki! I never thought that would happen ever! so please go check it out its an amazing source! xxx Lottie

Brandons POV

It had been about a week since the break-up with Talya, so it made no sense at all that I looked at my phone to see the sixtieth lets make up and have passionate sex text from her. I was sitting on the sofa and the clock read 12:01 am on a Sunday morning. Everyone was sleeping, but my no matter how hard I tried, my mind would not slow down. I continued to think over everything that happened this past week from Callie's arrival to the break-up with Talya to planning the twin's quinceanera. My mind always came back to Callie. I don't know how to say it, but I felt different with her. I felt like I could be myself, and it was true no matter how cliche it sounded. My mind focused on the sound of her rare laughs that weren't quite laughs, on her chocolate eyes rimmed in gold, on the way her fingers curved when she held the guitar and the concentrated look on her face when she ran. I was getting lost in my memories when Stef stumbled sleepily into the kitchen.

"Brandon! What are you doing up?" She asked, her voice drowsy.

"Just thinking. I couldn't sleep.." I responded as she stretched out her arms and let out a large yawn.

"Oh well I was meaning to talk to you about this in the morning but I guess since we're both up it would be nice to talk about it in private." I wasn't sure if this was a statement or a question. I nodded at her and she sat down on the coffee table, suddenly awake, her hands folded in her lap.

"Well, I got a call today from CPS reminding me of a few basic rules I should've covered with you the second we brought Callie into this house." She ran a hand through her blonde hair, looking worn out by all this. "One of the rules is that foster siblings cannot, how do I say this, partake in certain actions that others can."
"Mom-" I said, instantly on the defensive, "There is nothing going on between Callie and I."

"Alright. As long as you know the rules. Goodnight my love. Get some sleep." She said, standing up and retreating to her bedroom. My brain moved at an even faster pace than before, this time swirling with the fact that I had just lied to my mom. There was something going on between me and Callie. At least I hoped that there would be something between us. I couldn't stop thinking about her, she made me feel something i'd never experienced before with Talya or anyone. I thought I loved Talya, I thought she was the one. Thats why I slept with her. But with her I never felt the way I did around Callie. Every time I was near her I wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her, kiss her, taste her. It was a physical struggle not to take her hand or kiss her lips. I heard little muffled thuds come down the staircase. I looked over to the hallway and saw Callie emerge, her hair tousled from sleeping and her eyes wide awake.

"Hey." She said to me, running a hand through her layers. "I saw you were out of bed and came to find you. Can't sleep?" She asked me, shuffling over to me, her pajama pants dragging along the floor. She stood in a patch of moonlight, giving the left side of her body a silvery glow.

"No. My mind won't shut down." I said, standing up and running a hand through my hair.

"I've had those nights." She let out a small laugh that rang quietly through the room.

"Haha shhh we don't want to wake up the moms!" I warned in a whisper, looking over at her. "Did you ever learn how to dance?" I asked randomly, throwing her off a bit.

"Me, dance? Do you want the world to burst into flames?" She joked, tucking one foot behind the other.

"Come on, I'll show you." I said, casually taking her hand in mine.

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Callie's POV

He loosely took his hand in mine, causing that unfamiliar feeling to flare up again. Just being near him caused these feelings to happen, and I knew I shouldn't have feelings for him, but I did. I'm not going to deny it. It's self destructive and dangerous and stupid, but I have feelings for Brandon Foster. It could cause me to get kicked out of the house, it could cost me the respect and love of this foster family. There was so much at stake here. Plus theres no guarantee he even feels the same way.

"You put your other hand on my shoulder." He whispered, breaking me out of my thoughts. He moved his other hand to the small of my back, sending a shock up my spine. I placed my hand on his shoulder, the smooth cotton of his tee shirt warm under my touch.

"Now you just count in fours and follow my lead." He said, leading me around the room in a circle. Suddenly, he twirled me around, extending me from his arm and then spinning me back in. His arms locked around me, holding me close. The moonlight reflected off his hair, and his face was so close I could feel the gentle intake and exhale of air on my neck. My hand was still in his, his face inches from my own. His gaze lingered on my lips, the tension thick.

"Callie," he started, moving his lips closer to mine. We were closer than before, if that were possible, close enough to see myself reflected in his blue eyes.

"This is wrong.." I breathed, our exhales mingling together. There was dry electricity crackling between us, light a match and the room would ignite.

"Then I don't want to be right..."