Hello, again.
disclaimer: I do not own The Fosters. *sigh*
One night she decided to sleep in her and Mariana's room.
It wasn't a good idea.
She had a dream. Not really a dream, a nightmare. It was about him. You know who. Liam.
She woke up scared, crying, shaking. She slipped out of the room and into Brandon's.
He saw her, her face shiny with tears, and immediately ran to her.
She held on to him for dear life. Like letting go would lead her back to Liam.
He pulled away, took a look at her tear-stained face, and decided to do something about it.
"Why was the pianist banging his head against the keys?"
"Brandon," Callie said as she looked down, a small smile starting to grace her lips.
"He was playing by ear," He said, wearing that goofy grin that she loved so much.
Callie chuckled softly as she pulled Brandon down on to his bed with her.
He pressed a light kiss to her forehead and she knew that everything was going to be okay.