close encounters of the mom kind (or, in which brandon and callie almost get caught)
Brandon woke with a groan, a cramp in his right arm causing pain to shoot down the entire right side of his body - but, when he tried to move, he found that his arm was trapped.
By a person.
By Callie.
Brandon couldn't help but smile as he took in her sleeping form, her face more relaxed then he'd ever seen it, one of her arms holding onto his in a vice like grip.
Not that he really minded. Extreme handholding was a small price to pay for waking up next to the most beautiful girl in the world. He'd never woken up next to Callie before. She'd always snuck back into her and Marianna's room late at night, leaving him, well, quite frankly, cold and alone.
It was a nice change to have her curled up in a ball next to him.
"Brandon?"
A knock at his door snapped him out of his quiet reverie.
'Callie." He hissed, poking her in an attempt to get her to wake up. "Callie! My mom is outside the door."
That jolted her away, Callie sitting bolt upright in fear. "What?"
"My mom's outside." Brandon repeated.
"B? B honey, are you awake?"
Brandon cleared his throat. "Yeah mom, just a second!"
Callie gave his shoulder a light punch. "What did you do that for?" She hissed.
"If I didn't answer, she'd just barge in, and we'd be in a worse situation!"
Callie knew he was right. "Where am I going to go?"
Brandon looked around his room desperately. "The closet?"
"Wow, that's a cliche."
"You have time to argue with me right now, really?"
"Brandon, are you alright?" Stef called through the door.
"Y-yeah mom, just looking for some pants." Brandon said, grabbing his boxer shorts and pulling them on hastily, Callie rolling her eyes, but heading for his closet anyway.
"Since when do you sleep naked?" Stef said, sounding almost confused.
"Brandon!" Callie hissed.
"What?"
"Your neck." Callie winced. "You might want to cover it."
Brandon looked in the mirror, and internally groaned. A hickey.Thanks Callie.
He held his hand to his neck in what he hoped looked like some sort of awkward stretch, and opened the door. "Since it was really hot last night."
"It was like fifty degrees last night Brandon." Stef raised an eyebrow.
"I was just really warm." Brandon said.
"Do you think you're coming down with something hon?" Stef said, resting a hand against his forehead. "You do feel warm."
"I'm sure I'm fine mom." Brandon gave her a smile. "Whats up?"
"Lena and I were going to go to the grocery store with Jude, and Mariana and Jesus are already gone out. Are you going to be okay on your own?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Whats wrong with your neck?" Stef asked.
"Nothing, I think I just slept funny." Brandon said. "Its just a crick."
"Well, there's ice packs in the freezer.." Stef said. "Have you seen Callie?"
"No, why?" Brandon tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Its just she wasn't in her room when I went to check on her." Stef said. "And her phone's still in the house."
"She probably just went for a run, you know what she's like." Brandon said. "I'll get her to call you as soon as she comes back."
"Thanks B.." Stef said, giving her son a kiss on the cheek. "Take care of that neck."
"Will do mom." Brandon said, and ducked back inside his room, breathing a sigh of relief. "That was close."
"Yeah, we need to be more careful." Callie said, biting her lip nervously as she pulled her messy hair into an even messier ponytail.
"Yeah." Brandon pointed to his neck. "We do. Way to be obvious Cal."
Callie couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, just, got caught up in the moment."
"Speaking of moments, Mom and Lena are going out, and there's no one else in the house." Brandon said. "What better moment are we going to get?"
"You're insatiable, Brandon Foster."
"And you've clearly been studying for English."
Callie rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and kiss me Foster."