AN: I decided to use Waiting For Superman by Daughtry in this chapter because I just love it so much. In my book it's tied with Outlaws for favorite songs. Jude isn't talking, I was about to cry when they were trying to talk to him!
Callie's POV
After a couple minutes, I stopped crying. My ears listened for music but all I heard were footsteps towards the door. I instantly panicked. I was hoping that the music would deafen the sound of my crying but with no music there was nothing to cover it. Which meant he had to hear me.
Knowing he would be opening the door any second, even any millisecond, I sprinted down the hall and out the door, stopping at the steps. I never looked behind me, but I knew he followed me.
Brandon's POV
I stopped playing and tucked myself into bed. I listened for the crickets and the occasional rustle of the leaves but tonight it was different. I no longer heard these calming sounds but instead heard someone crying behind the door. I looked under the door and saw halves of two flip flops, the person must be kneeling. I slowly walked to the door, hoping the person would hear me so I didn't scare them. As I opened the door I saw none other than Callie running down the hall.
So of course I followed. I followed until she went out the door. I decided to watch Callie from the window.
Then I realized something: she heard my song. Well, technically it's hers. She wasn't supposed to hear it though.
She isn't supposed to know I'm not over her.
Callie's POV:
I waited for Brandon to come and sit next to me, panicking on what I was going to say and what he was going to say. He wasn't supposed to hear me though. He can't know that I'm not over him. After a couple of minutes I pulled out my headphones and my phone, hoping to get the song Brandon was singing out of my head and replace it with my favorites. But instead I got something worse.
I loved this song, but was a painful asset to the situation. Of course "Waiting for Superman" had to come on. I still listened to it though, I really loved this song.
"She's talking to angels, counting the stars, making a wish on a passing car."
I looked up at the sky. The water in my eyes made the stars look brighter. Yeah, that was it, the water, not the situation that Brandon wasn't coming after me. That's what I kept telling myself hoping I would eventually believe it. So far it wasn't working.
"She's dancing with strangers, falling apart. Waiting for Superman to pick her up."
Even though I shouldn't have, I quietly wished he would come after me. Say something to persuade me that it is worth it. That we were worth it.
I sat there waiting for superman but he never came.
The next day was centered on the aftermath of the party. Lena and Stef must have had a really good time on their babymoon because our only punishment was to clean out the garage that day. It wasn't that bad, it was fun to see all of the family's memories: Mikey the Bikey, The Vase and Brandon's first piano (which happened to be the little pretend ones that 4-5 year olds play with).
We finished early so Stef and I decided to go meet Sophia. I was afraid that Jude would be afraid that I would like Sophia better and it seemed like he was fine when I left but then a day later, Jude stopped talking to everyone. He wouldn't even talk to me. Connor seemed really concerned. I could tell that he thought it was his fault that Jude wasn't talking to anyone.(AN: I saw the sneak peek where Connor talks to Lena, it was so sweet and sad! Connor was on the verge of crying!)
I decided that I needed to get away from all the drama with the Quinns and Brandon so I decided to go on a date with Wyatt. I sat on the porch and waited for Wyatt. I felt bad but I was hoping that Wyatt would blow me off so that I could have an excuse to be mad at him. But of course he was sweet and kind Wyatt, who did show up.
He picked me up and we ate at a McDonald's that wasn't far from my house. I couldn't help but notice Brandon watching us leaving from the window. I smiled to myself at this.
The car came to a halt and I was back at the house. I had mixed feelings as I said my goodbye to Wyatt with the usual 'Had a great time!' and 'I'll text you later'. The date hadn't proved to be the best distraction, seeing that I hadn't paid attention to a single word Wyatt said. I felt bad about that. Wyatt was such a good person and he was now only a distraction to me. I had hurt all of these good people. Wyatt...Brandon...all of them. Heck, Brandon was this model student before I came, that's what I've heard, and not that long ago he gets beaten up for selling fake IDs.
I looked over towards the driveway.
There is only one car there.
It's Brandon's
Crap.
As soon as I notice this I start to take quicker steps. But then I realize, quicker most always means louder. And the louder things are the most noticeable. I hear footsteps coming towards the door.
Did he have to notice I was here? Why couldn't he just be playing the piano and realize I'm here when everyone else is home?
Too late.
The door opens and he is running, seeming slightly desperate. For a moment I wonder if that's how I looked when he came to visit me at the group home. Then I am hit with a question I was hoping he would ask.
"What happened last night?" He looks at me his eyes are filled with concern, but there is something else there, something that hasn't been there in a while. Hope.
"What are you talking about?" My voice is small and barely audible which didn't help my case. The 'playing dumb' card wasn't going to work this time. I suddenly become infatuated with the ground beneath me, avoiding his gaze.
"Come on, Callie. I heard you outside of my room last night. Why were you crying?" He knew the answer, at least I'm almost sure he did. What I am most afraid of is his unwavering gaze, because if look at him, I will crumble.
Brandon's POV:
"I heard your song. Who was it about? Lou?" she asks, her voice still small, cracking with the mention of Lou. She sounds afraid of the answer.
I took her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. I say four words that I have been waiting to say ever since she came to my dad's apartment that day and asked if she was hurting me. "I'm not over you."
"I'm not over you either" It was a whisper but it was loud and clear to me. It was the answer to all of the questions in my mind. It wasn't just an answer though, it was an approval. An approval for something that I had wanted to do ever since we broke up.
I kissed her.