CALLIE'S CHOICE CHAPTER 6
As it turned out, there was indeed an apartment available in the complex that Daphne had lived in. Stef and Lena weren't thrilled with the area, but Callie insisted that she was going to be fine. She told them she would add more locks to the door and joked about getting an attack dog. Stef then joked that there would be a squad car camped outside everyday.
Callie was happy that they were starting to really accept the arrangement.
The current task at hand was finding a few things to check off of her move in list.
"This is like a treasure hunt." Callie smiled.
Callie and Brandon were going through the garage looking for anything Callie might be able to use.
"Remember when we tried to clean out this place to make room for the band? I guess we didn't do as well as we thought. We basically just stacked all the boxes almost to the ceiling." Brandon laughed. "Moms said it's all yours for the taking. Whatever you want."
"Let's start over here." Callie pointed to the shortest stack of boxes.
"As you wish."
Brandon put two boxes on a table and they started to sort through them.
"Oh hey look! Lamps!"
"Oh my god Callie. Those are so ugly. They have to be from the 80's."
"They're Vintage. You'll see. I'll get some new lampshades and they'll be totally cool."
Another few boxes and she found a clock, some dishes, and a teapot.
Brandon sifted through his box. "Do we like these?" He showed her some lace window curtains.
"Ummm, maybe. I might find a use for them. Keep." Brandon throws them into the box of items that Callie is taking with her.
Callie opened another box. "Oh my god. Is this you?" She asked with a little laugh. She handed Brandon an old framed photograph."
"There's a reason why this is buried in a box in the garage."
"I didn't know you played baseball!"
"Tee-ball actually. And yes. I humiliated myself for an entire summer. But thanks for showing me something I had successfully blocked from my memory." He handed it picture back to her.
"You're welcome. You look so cute in your uniform! Let's see what other bits of your childhood this box holds."
"You know what," he playfully pulls the box away from her. "I really think this box is a dead end. Back away, there's nothing to see here." He sets it on top of the boxes they had already gone through.
"I wish I had a box of memories..."
Brandon looked at her, not sure of what to say.
"It's okay. I think about it sometimes. But I'm pretty much over it now."
"I say it's time to make new memories. Get some of your own mementos."
She smiled a bit and he leaned in for a kiss. He started to pull away but Callie pulled pulled him in for more.
"See, there's a good memory... remember that time I kissed you in the garage?" Brandon said playfully.
"Oh, wait." She pulled her phone out of pocket "Selfie memories!" She smiled and Brandon cooperated. She took one with them smiling cheek to cheek, one with goofy faces and the last one Callie kissed Brandon on the cheek.
"You better share those with me" he requested.
"Of course." She flashed a flirty smile at him. "Now back to the boxes."
"Yes ma'am" he answered and dutifully continued pulling boxes from the unsorted stacks.
When they were finished, she also ended up with some picture frames, a tablecloth and a sad looking little table and shelf that she insisted she could transform.
"Not a lot, but not bad." Brandon said.
"Yeah. Maybe we could go to a thrift store. There are still a bit of basic things I need on my list."
"Sure. And we could stop and get the paint."
"Good plan." Callie sifted through the box of things she decided to keep. Brandon came from behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Since he is so much taller than she was he had to lean down to kiss her on her neck. They stood for a moment as he rocked her side to side. He let go, and she turned around to see him kick the door closed. He rushed back to her, picked her up and set her back down on the table. He kissed her passionately. Callie put her arms around his neck and Brandon slowly wraps his arms around her waist. Her hands move up to Brandon's hair, running her fingers through it, and lightly tugging at it. As they continue kissing Brandon moves his hands slowly up her back, working their way to her face as he cupped it in his hands. He pulls his lips away and gazes at her. "God, you're beautiful." He shakes his head in disbelief and continues to gaze into her eyes. "I love you Callie Jacobs" he told her and kissed her again. Callie wasn't holding back at all.
"I love you too." she replied in between kisses, breathing heavily.
They slowed down after a minute, then Callie pulled away slowly with her hands lost in his hair.
Brandon paused for a moment. "We... need to..."
"Yeah." She smiled at him and jumped off the table. "You think we're done here then?" assessing the pile of boxes scattered about the garage.
"That depends on what you're talking about." he answered jokingly. Callie tilts her head and gives him a mischievous look.
He laughs at her. "Okay, I'll get the box, you grab the table..."
They both enter the kitchen and Brandon sits the box on the kitchen table.
Stef is putting away some clean dishes. "How'd it go out there?"
They both give each other a look, knowing what she was talking about but remembering what just happened.
"Not bad. She found a few things." Brandon finally answered.
"Um, yeah. I still have a big list, but I found some things I think I could use. I'm going to give this table a makeover..." she says as she lifts it to show Stef, then sets it down.
"Oh, I had that table in my room when I was a teenager." She Stef commented as she took a close look at it. "There are a lot of different colored coats of paint on that one. I think every color was a mood."
"Well, I think I'll have Marianna paint something amazing all on it." Callie decided.
"I think that's a great idea."
"And some of this stuff needs a bath." Callie smiled.
"I do not doubt that." Stef put the last of the dishes away. "Kitchen is all yours. Happy cleaning!"
"Thanks." Callie replied. She looked at Brandon, tilts her head and raises her eyebrows.
He puts his hands in front of him. "Oh no. You're on your own here. I'm strictly muscle."
"Oh my god, you cop-out!"
"I've got to save my energy for the big move." he says backing his way out of the kitchen.
"I'll remember this..." He quickly scurries out of the kitchen. "Hey, this is not over!" she yells at him just as he is out of sight.