Wyatt's POV

I waited, like I usually do, until she went into the house or one of her family members comes and gets her. But this time it was Brandon who came out. I slightly hit the gas so that I was leaving in slow-motion...they didn't seem to notice.

I decided this was crazy and that I should trust her enough not to spy on her so I drove a bit faster, but first, I looked in the side mirror. My heart stopped for a second and for a second I was heart-broken but then I was furious.

I did the sharpest U-turn ever. Which, let's just say...angered a lot of people. I felt like shouting at them "Is your girlfriend kissing her ex-boyfriend, who did I mention was her brother? No? Well then shut up! Mine Is!" I stopped shortly at the house. The screeching of the breaks alarmed them, breaking them apart.

Callie's POV:

A high pitched noise filled my ears. I quickly broke apart from Brandon and looked up to see none other than Wyatt. Only one thing ran through my mind:

Uh-oh.

I looked over to Brandon whose expression looked guiltily and scared like when you are little and you take a cookie from the cookie jar when you haven't had supper and your parents catch you. But we were 16, this was Wyatt, and it this problem was much bigger than eating dessert before supper.

Wyatt's expression was one of utter rage, something that almost never is seen with him. He says one sentence with so much venom and anger that surprised me, Brandon and maybe himself, it's not the words that hurt, it's his tone and how slowly he says it that scares me the most: "I hope you two are very happy together."

With one last slam of the driver's door he speeds off to who knows where to do who knows what, which frightened me but not as much as his words he spat out. It all hit me at once as I ran towards the house, up the stairs and into Mariana and I's room.

I was bawling, the warm tears hitting my faces almost in a rhythmic beat: drop drop...drop drop... I couldn't breath but I wasn't struggling as if there was a calm way of suffocating. I knew I wasn't. I knew I was freaking out and blowing this way out of proportion but it felt so real. But what scared me the most is that he didn't know. Moms and I agreed to tell everyone when I was ready. I hadn't even told Wyatt yet. Needless to say, I wasn't ready yet... Questions of the unknown filled my brain. What will Brandon think? Will he be mad at me?

I sat there like that until Mariana came up oblivious to the situation. I tried to wipe my face before she came up, I'm guessing she was talking to Brandon downstairs or something because she took longer than usual, which gave me time. When she came up she started rambling on and on about the dance team. I tried to listen to try and get my mind off of everything but it was no use.

Brandon's POV:

I heard a knock at the door. It sounded angry though like they had knocked a couple times already. They probably did, seeing as all I had doing for the past half an hour was thinking about Callie. The knock was followed by: "Hey Foster! I don't have all day!" It was Lou. I opened the door before she threatened to quit the band again.

She walked in and said "Took you long enough."

"Sorry" I responded absentmindedly. I could tell she noticed but I guess she shook it off because she took her things and went into the garage with me following shortly behind.

Lou began to set up. "So you know that song you sang at the party , Outlaws? Let's work on it a bit so that we can preform-"

"No!" I say almost screaming "It's not for the band." I said simply. Instead of getting yelled at about interrupting her and questions about why we can't use the song she unexpectedly dropped the topic almost like she knew something...I didn't much time to think about it:

Lou was almost done setting up when Callie walked in.

"Hi...Stef's home..." She said almost cautiously. "Just thought you wanted to know..." she continued awkwardly.

"Thanks for telling me" I said with almost the same amount of awkwardness. She then left, my eyes watching until she was out of sight.

Lou laughed and I turned around questioningly. "What?!" I asked suspiciously.

She laughed again "Nothing" she hesitates before she continues "You guys are dorky together though. It's kinda adorable.." Thank goodness we were in the garage so Mom wouldn't hear her.

"What-What do you mean?" I stutter nervously. This made her double over in laughter.

"Stop the act, Brandon, Callie told me everything" She stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal. I could feel my eyes widen. Why would Callie say anything? Especially to Lou...Wait a minute, Brandon, maybe she doesn't know you guys dated, maybe Callie told her something less important.

"Like how you guys used to date..." Well that hope went out the window.

"And how you wrote Outlaws for her..." she continued. When did Callie tell her all of this?!

"Oh." was all I could say. Seeing that I wasn't going to say anything else she kept going.

"So it's okay that we can't use Outlaws for the band. I was just asking just in case. It's pretty good."

I smiled and said "Thank you"

We worked on the other songs for an hour and she left. Everyone was home by then, so we had dinner. As soon as everyone was done I went to my room to do my homework. A half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door is opened and none other than Callie is standing in front of me. She came in and sat on my bed.

Callie's POV:

He looks at me questioningly. Then he starts to speak. " You told Lou about us" he says accusingly.

I smile. "Yes, yes I did." I answer.

"So there is an us now!" he almost shouts like he caught me mess up. He is smiling ear to ear now. I can feel mine grow bigger too. Until I remember what I needed to tell him.

"Brandon?" I said hoping for dear life that my voice didn't crack. He looks at me with all of the seriousness in the world.

I take a breath "We can't be together." My hopes of saying that went out the window, with it cracking on the last word.

Together.

To-get-her.

It was a hidden message that always seemed to be his wish. To get her. To get me. It was always that way.

Instead of getting mad at me and yelling he spoke softly " Why not, Callie? The papers haven't been signed yet, we don't know when you will be adopted." you could hear the hurt in his voice.

I spoke even softer almost in a whisper "Yes we do."

He looks at me with utter confusion "What?" he asks.

I take a breath hoping someone would interrupt so I wouldn't have to tell him. But I did. It took everything I had in me

"Robert did sign the papers. I'm getting adopted next Saturday."