A/N: Hello everybody! Sorry for the super late update. I've been really busy and i havent really had the time to write much (school sucks) Anyways, I would like to thank everyone who actually reads this story! I know there are so many better stories out there about Ballie and I appreciate everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited this story! Please don't hate me if I don't update so frequently! :P I will try and write every chance I get! Thanks again!:) I hope you enjoy:)

Callie and Wyatt drove off in his old jeep. Transportation is transportation, and hey, at least it was a way out of here. Silence approached them like the moon light upon the still water in the river they drove next to. Even though the question was a ball of fire just burning up inside of him, Wyatt didn't dare to say anything. As appose to Callie, she didn't bother trying. One sentence would lead to another, and she knew eventually the subject would pop up. She knows why; or at least that's what she tells herself. But in actuality she doesn't. She couldn't just tell him why she's making this decision. It's like answering a question about a subject you haven't learned a single thing about. And Callie doesn't know a single thing about what she's getting herself into.

Soon enough, Wyatt pulled over to the side of the freeway. Not thinking, he picked up a pen from the compartment built in the door, and began clawing at his arm violently.

"What are you doing?!" Callie barked, knocking the pen from his hands.

"Oh, well I was just seeing if I could kill myself with this pen. I mean, it wouldn't matter anyways since this car ride is basically driving us straight to hell." Wyatt snapped in a sassy way.

"I get it ok. You don't have to be such a jackass about it."

"You know what Callie, I don't get it. Why the hell would you want to leave?" Wyatt demanded.

"It's personal okay…"

"What's so personal? For God sake I'm driving you halfway across the country and you can't even tell me why you're coming?!"

"Okay look, you almost got us in a lot of trouble on our first date, so yeah, you kind of owe this to me." She protested, making Wyatt glare back at her. "Can we just get back on the road?"

He took a moment longer, before starting his car back up.

Callie's eyes remained on the road the rest of the ride. Her conversation with Wyatt made her think about the Foster family again. How are they doing? I wonder what Brandon is thinking about right now. And how about Jude? She thought she was doing this to protect him. To keep him from suffering ever again. To keep him from sobbing at his bed every night. To keep him from saying "When will we get a real home?" To be truthful, the Fosters home was their real home. She knew it, Jude knew it, everyone knew it. But Callie felt like she didn't deserve a real home. Or a real family. Or a real anything. Jude was her real family, and if her real family won't even forgive her, then how could she expect her fake family to forgive her? It's not like it turned out like a "lovey dovey princess fairytale" the last time this happened.

By midnight, Callie and Wyatt stopped at a motel and decided to wait till morning to go any further. They've already traveled halfway through Utah, and Callie and Wyatt were both tired from their long hours in a cramped jeep.

Soon later, Callie and Wyatt checked into the motel, and went inside their rooms. Right when they walked in, she started analyzing the room. It almost felt like she was moving into a new foster home. Her eyes wandered from the small TV, to the small sink in the bathroom, to the bed, and… The bed. Wyatt noticed Callie staring at the bed, and realized why.

"Oh… Well look if it makes you uncomfortable I could always sleep on the floor."

"No!" Callie said louder than she intended to. "No, it's fine. Have you seen these floors? It's like hobo's piss in here every night." Wyatt chuckled, and smiled. He was glad She was finally opening up to him a little more.

"Look I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier." Both of them lay in the bed, after washing up and getting ready for bed.

"You don't need to be sorry." Wyatt turned to face Callie in the bed. Even though they were sharing a small queen sized bed, they both kept their distance. Both of them clutched their side of the bed, trying not to make it uncomfortable.

"Yes, I do." Both of them were now facing each other. "Look, before I left…"

Callie paused and looked up into Wyatt's eyes.

"Umm… before I left, Brandon and I kissed at Stef and Lena's wedding. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, considering it wasn't the first time but… Then Jude walked in. He got really mad, and he kept screaming about me being selfish." A single teardrop rolled down her cheek. "He kept mentioning how I ruin everything for him. How he could never have a family because of me. Everything that happened to him was because of me." Callie's eyes were now red, and her sobs gradually got louder and louder.

"He had no right to say that." Wyatt's eyes never left Callie's.

"Yes he did."

"How?" Wyatt was now getting furious with Jude inside. Callie paused to wipe away her tears.

"Because, Wyatt, they were going to adopt us."

Wyatt waited until Callie was sleeping soundly. He climbed out of bed, and put his jacket over his shoulders while walking out of the room. He took Callie's phone out of his pocket and began dialing a number.

"Hello?" Wyatt whispered into the phone. He waited for the person on the other side of the phone to answer.

"Don't worry. She's with me."

A/N: Thanks again for reading! I hope you liked this chapter... You could probably guess who's on the other side of the phone :/ haha well if you have any ideas and/or suggestions to where this story goes next PM me or review and I will do my best to incoporate everything! Also, I can't believe we have to wait untill January for new episodes. Hopefully this story will keep you busy untill then! please be patient for a new chapter:) xoxo stay tuned