One shot 3
Hey guys! So this chapter is Jude and Jesus. I've decided to focus on this relationship who doesn't get lots of spotlight. It's not that long because in a few days I'll be posting another chapter.
So Jude and Jesus, you don't really find lots of fanfic about them, and barely any scenes in the show. Also I got lots of people telling me to write about them.
So thanks to the people who commented these ideas! Basically thank you to ANYONE who commented, added as a favourite and followed! Just thanks to anyone who read!
Also, keep commenting for who you'd like to see on the next chapter! Also if you have any scenarios don't be afraid to let me know!
(TAKES PLACE BEFORE ADOPTION DAY.)
Jude sat on the floor by Callie's bed, leaning his head against the hard mattress. He couldn't go into his room because Jesus was having more 'Jesus Time'. He was fiddling with his pencil as he re-read his English assignment, they had to read The Outsiders, which Jude found extremely uninteresting.
"Alright, I'm done my homework," says Jude as he starts placing his books back into his schoolbag. Callie lifts her head off of her pillow, finishing her own pile of homework.
"Good job, Bud." Jude smiles at his sister and starts getting up, stretching his arms. Callie gives him a confused look. "Where are you going? Isn't Jesus having…Jesus Time?"
"Hopefully he'll be done by now. If not I'm going to get Marianna, if anyone can get him annoyed enough to stop what he's doing, it's her," says Jude as he swings his bag over one shoulder. Callie lets out a small laugh as he leaves the room.
Jude goes across the hall and knocks on Jesus' door. "Jesus, are you done having 'Jesus Time' yet?" All Jude hears is silence, which causes him to let out a long sigh.
Don't get me wrong, Jude really loved having Jesus as a brother, but sometimes he got annoying. Even though he got annoyed with Callie before their mom died, hell, even after their mom died, Jesus was still one of the most annoying siblings in the house. Jude still admired him, though. He was such a stereotypical teenage boy. He loved skateboarding and sports and was in shape, and a ladies man. Jude knew that even though he tried, he'd never really be as good as Jesus was, for any of those things. "Jesus, can you please answer me!" Jude was getting annoyed now.
After another long minute, without an answer, Jude just barged into his room, no warning, no acceptance from his brother. He found Jesus, on his bed, with books on his lap, doing homework. Jude was furious, did he seriously lock Jude out his room for two hours just to do homework, which he could've done with Jude in the room. Even though he had ADHD it couldn't be that hard to concentrate, besides he goes to class with over twenty other kids almost every day. It's not like Jude was going to speak to him in the first place.
"Did you seriously lock me out of your room, my room, our room just to do homework you could've done with me in the room?" Jude manages to choke out throughout his anger boiling up inside him. He felt like a cartoon character, and soon smoke would be coming out of his ears and he'd turn a bright shade of red.
"I need to concentrate, I have ADHD, remember?" Asks Jesus in a snarky tone. Jude still wore a furious face, his arms crossed over his chest. "I know that! But you could've gone into Brandon's room, he's at his dads tonight!"
"Alright, I'll do that next time," Says Jesus as he gets off of his bed, also finished his homework. "This isn't fair! This is my room, too. I should be allowed to have time to myself!"
"Jude," Jesus starts as he places his books in his schoolbag. "You're 13, what would you need to do in here alone? You're too innocent to do anything."
"I don't care, just because you're older doesn't mean you run the place!" Jesus lets out a laugh as he sits on his desk. "Yes, it does."
With that being said Jude was so furious he throw a whole bookshelf at him, screw one book. Soon enough, Lena and Stef came into the room to call everyone for dinner, but when they see Jude's anger they close their mouths and look at one another.
"What happened, Jude?" Asks Lena as she goes over to him, gently placing one hand on his tiny shoulder. But Jude practically jumps at the touch, using his hands to express himself.
"Jesus locked me out of the room, telling me he was going to have stupid 'Jesus Time', which I understand and accept. But when I gave him a good hour and thirty minutes, he was still inside. So I started calling him from out the door, but he wouldn't let me in, so I just came in to find him doing homework. Turns out he wasn't doing what everyone thinks he's doing!" When Jude says the last sentence Jesus smirks to himself.
Lena and Stef give Jesus 'the look'. The one they particularly use when they're being ridiculous or insensitive. Jesus just shrugs, he was getting tired of this.
"Jesus, don't be selfish, this is Jude's room, too. Now apologize to your brother!" Says Lena but Jesus almost immediately replies, his eyes burning like a dark fire. "He's not even my brother!"
Stef yells out Jesus' name, anger filling through her like a hose filling up a pool. Lena, looked at him with unbelief. How could Jesus say this, Jude was going to officially be his brother next week, and it's almost like they already were brothers.
Almost immediately after Jesus spoke, Jude's anger vanished. His face no longer bright red, but paper white. His eyes had no trace of anger but filled with fear, reluctance, embarrassment and most of all guilt. Just as Lena was about to throw an arm around him, he walked straight out of his room, and left to go downstairs and hid behind the tree in the backyard, Callie's guitar right next to him. He pulled his legs to his chest and hugged himself, feeling awful. All the sense of comfort he had with the Fosters was drained. It felt less like family, but like going over to you friend's grandparents' house. There was no longer the familiarity and comfort, it was almost worse than the first day there.
Jesus was still in the house upstairs, realizing what he had said, his heart filling with guilt and hatred from himself. Jude was and is his brother, there isn't any doubt about it, and he's been his brother since his moms announced Callie and Jude's adoptions.
"Jesus, why did you do that? Jude is your brother, do you understand?!" Stef was hysterically furious, her heart beating faster each word, caused by a fire forged by anger and disapproval at the words of her own son. "We did not raise you like this! Even though Jude isn't adopted yet, and even if we still loved him and he wasn't going to be, he's still your brother!"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just thought he wouldn't take it that way. I get angry at Marianna and Brandon all the time. I just forgot he's still uncomfortable here, and he's still afraid that we can cancel the adoption, because you can." Lena looked at Jesus and started speaking to her son with less anger, trying her hardest to stay calm.
"Jesus, he looks up to you. You can say those things to Marianna because she's adopted with you, and she's your sister, even with DNA, although it doesn't count. And Brandon's your older brother, he's known you forever and you're so close. Jude isn't comfortable yet. He's barely settled in, and because he isn't adopted, he can easily be taken from us, even if we won't let him be or don't want him to be."
Stef still stared at Jesus. So deeply he was certain she could see right through him like a glass window. Jesus let out a sigh, not a loud one or a sarcastic one, but a sigh of regret. "I know. I'm sorry Moms."
Lena came towards him opening her arms and he stepped into them. "It's okay, just don't ever say that type of thing again, okay?"
Jesus smiled as they pulled apart. "Okay," he said and then looked at Stef, who still seemed not so much angry, but distant and disappointed. Lena then looked at Stef and asked her, "Okay?"
But she didn't answer and turned away and stepped out of the room instead and walking into her own, not one word being said. Jesus felt even worse now, which Lena noticed and told him that she wouldn't and couldn't stay angry, and she'll go speak to Jude first, because right now he was a priority.
Callie was downstairs alone with Marianna, sitting at the dinner table chatting. They had just came down, expecting everyone else to already be here, but they were alone.
"Where the hell is everyone, I could smell the food, but no one's here to eat it," says Marianna as she scrolls through Instagram, Callie doing the same thing and nodding in agreement. On Callie's Instagram homepage there was a picture of a guitar, making Callie realize that she left her guitar outside the previous night. "Shit!" Callie jumped off oh her stool and went into the backyard and ran behind the large tree, ignoring Marianna's 'where are you going?', where she had left her guitar to find not only her guitar but her brother sitting on the floor, his head buried into his arms, which rested around his legs which were pulled up near his chest.
Instead of grabbing the guitar and going back inside she instantly pushed the guitar away and sat next to Jude. "Hey, what happened, what's the matter?" When Jude noticed Callie's voice he lifted his tearstained face which made Callie's heart break. She hated seeing anyone she loved like this, especially Jude. "Oh, Buddy."
She wrapped her arms around him and he cried into her neck. The last time he's cried this hard with her comforting him, which wasn't caused by a nightmare, was when she was about to leave for juvenile prison and she told him their asshole foster father called the cops. He refused of letting her leave, but when she told him that there was nothing they could do he latched onto her and didn't let her go until the cops pried them away from each other.
"What happened?" She asked as she softly stroked her baby brother's hair. Jude started speaking, almost unintelligibly. "Jesus-said-that-I-I-I'm-not-his-his-broth-bother."
Callie wasn't as angry as she thought she would be. She knew that Jesus would never ever mean anything like that. Jesus considered Jude as a brother since day one and always has, and they're little arguments prove even more how they really are brothers. But she was a little angry at Jesus for making her brother cry. She'd be angry at anyone who does that, whether it was intentional or not.
Callie tightened her grip around Jude, which lead to him burying his head further into Callie's neck, leaving wet tears in her collarbone. His arms were also griped tightly around her neck, which meant he wasn't planning on letting go soon, which was fine with Callie considering she wasn't planning on doing that, either. "Jude, I don't think Jesus meant that. People say things they don't mean when they're stressed or angry. Jesus loves you."
Despite Callie's attempts to make him feel better, he argued and answered back, his voice muffled by Callie's neck. "But he told me I'm not his brother. He's-he's right! I'm-I'm- not!"
"Oh Baby, that's not true, you are, and soon we both will be his siblings! He didn't mean it I promise," Callie tried to reassure her brother, smoothing his hair. "How do you know? He probably thinks I'm annoying and stupid." he says, still crying.
"Because I do. He loves you, and he loves how you look up to him. He wants you to look up to him! And well, it's a good thing that he thinks you're annoying and stupid, because that's what sibling think of each other." Jude smiles throughout his tears and looks at Callie.
"Why don't you ever say things like that about me?" He asks, managing to laugh. "Because we have a different kind of relationship, Dummy!"
Jude laughs at Callie's effort to make him smile. "Uh-huh, I see how different it is even though you're calling me a dummy."
Callie laughs and brings him back in for a hug, which he leans into. They get cut off by a small cough. Jude turns to see Stef with a mug in her hands. "May I join you both?"
Callie nods and scoots over, for Stef to sit in the middle of them. She sets her mug in between her legs and wraps her arms, one around Callie and the other around Jude.
"So, before the twins got adopted, I had a talk with them, to explain some things. I just told them what I'm going to tell you now-" Stef gets cut off by Callie. "To use protection?" Which causes a giggle from both Stef and Jude.
"It's not that type of talk, Sweets," Stef starts, still laughing a little. "I told them that no matter what happens, like no matter what, arguments, fights, bad decisions, that they're our kids, and we love them like they're ours. Because they are ours, you and Jude are just as much as our kids as Brandon, Jesus and Marianna. So you should never, ever feel scared that you could be taken away from us in the blink of an eye, because you can't and you won't. You're ours, your Lena's and you're mine. You'll always belong to me. And not matter what anyone says, to make you feel like you don't belong, it's not true, because you're my kids. And you're also Marianna and Brandon and Jesus' brother and sister. And nothing will ever change that, yes?"
Callie nods and smiles, and Stef kisses her forehead, smiling as well. Then she turns to Jude, who has his head down. She takes her hand and moves it under his chin to lift up his face and turn it towards her.
"Yes?" she asks Jude. He then smiles at her, his bright smile. "Yeah," he says as she gives him a tight hug.
"Okay, thank you, Babies," says Stef and she and Callie get up, but Jude stays there, saying he'll go in after. Callie takes her guitar, blows him a kiss and goes inside. And Stef gives him a smile and walks away, so much love for the boy she can call her son. As Callie goes inside, Stef sees Jesus come out. When Jesus sees his mom he looks at her with apology and she smiles at him.
He walks towards her and gives her a hug, which she gladly returns. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean what I said about-" Stef cuts him off abruptly. "I know, I know, it's ok Love, people do and say those kind of things, especially siblings. Now, go apologize to your brother, he's hiding behind that tree."
"I was going to apologize the second after those words came out of my mouth, but the kids fast as hell!" Stef laughs and heads inside the house. Jesus starts walking behind the tree to see Jude standing up, getting ready to head inside, but once he sees Jesus he freezes, scared, as if he's seen a ghost. But then Jude remember what Stef says and relaxes a little.
"Hey, Jude," Says Jesus, a genuine smile on his face instead of a smirk. "Hi," the younger boy replies shakily.
"I'm so sorry, Jude, I didn't mean it at all. You're my brother, and I care about you a lot. I'm just being a real idiot brother. If I was going to say anything to be rude, like a typical brother would, I shouldn't have said that. I should've just called you another silly name. But that was off of the line. You are my brother, nothing can change that."
Jude smiles at his older brother. "It's ok. If anything, I really like having an older brother who makes fun of me that way, but I just don't want a brother who says that I'm not his brother. If anything, I really like looking up to you, you're really, really cool."
Jesus laughs and wraps his arms around the little boy who takes the hug by surprise, but afterwards gratefully accepts the love from his big brother. "Thanks for saying I'm cool, Kid."
Jude laughs, his head still pressed against Jesus' chest. "No problem, dude." When Jude's the one to let go first, Jesus laughs, not expecting it to be that way. "Come on, let's go eat before Moms flip out and before the food gets cold, little bro."
Jude smiles at the words 'little bro', and he nods in agreement. Together, they head inside, nudging each other on the way.
People say that nothing is as good as it used to be after it falls, but it's not true, because when that doesn't break, it proves how much stronger it can be.