"No."

"But Cal-"

"Brandon. I said no."

"But why?" I whine, knowing that she just rolls her eyes at me. "Come on! It's Halloween. You don't want to have fun?"

"I don't celebrate Halloween." Callie tells me, turning around to face me, and I just groan.

"Bullshit. You went trick or treating last year with Jude."

"That's because he asked me nicely, unlike someone else I know, and two, I have a lot of homework I need to get done. Last year, I didn't have any."

"Can't you just do it tomorrow?" I plead with my girlfriend, her stubbornness finally bothering me. "It's the weekend! Besides, I heard that Wyatt is going to be there!" I tell her, smiling slightly as I remember how I always teased her about liking him before we got together.

"Brandon, I already told you that I don't like him. Why would I date yuk if I did? Anyways, I can't just lea-"

"Your mom is at work."

Before Callie can even respond, the sound of the front door opens, and the familiar voice of Callie's mom reaches my ears. "Callie, I'm home!"

"In the kitchen, Mom!" Callie says, looking at me as if to say: if you talk to my mom about this, you're dead.

I don't take her threat seriously. I mean, her younger brother is having more fun than she is. I can't let this go on for much longer. Callies mom doesn't even care that in sitting on her counter. "Hey Brandon. What brings you here? Math homework?"

"Only if. We have a real problem. Your daughter doesn't like to have fun." I inform her, only causing Callie to cross her arms over her chest.

"Hey!" Callie says as her mom just shrugs. "I do like to have fun! Just not when I have a lot of homework to do."

"Which is always."

"He's got a point. Cals, go have fun. It's Halloween. I mean come on! You have two days to do your homework."

Callie just glares at me, knowing that there's no way her mom is going to let her stay home. I just give her a smile. "Come on, I can't be that bad!" I say as I grab my car keys, and Callie just follows me, her eyes burning through my back. "Geez, Cals. If looks could kill, I'd be dead already."

"Why can't we just stay here and watch horror movies all night on Netflix?" Callie whines, and I can't help but laugh, shrugging.

"Because your mom already locked the front door?"

"Fuck you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Callie's face immediately turns red. "W-what? I- Uh... both?"

That makes me laugh as she just grumbles something about why she's my friend. I start the car and look at her. "So what do you want to do?"

"I thought you already had a plan."

"Until you said you didn't like Wyatt." I tease her.

Callie just sighs, and I run my fingers through my hair. I should've just let Mariana bother her about new makeup or something. "Unless you want to spend time with my sister," I offer her. "She'll b-"

"No. Let's just go to the stupid party."

I smile. "You're gonna go like that? Everybody is going to be dressed up."

"You aren't dressed up."

"My costume is in the back," I tell her, and she just sighs, looking at it sitting in the backseat. She's my friend, but I still can't help but think she's attractive. I mean, it's Callie. You'd be crazy to not think that. "It's okay. I have one for you."

Thirty minutes later we're at that party. And Callie being Callie is complaining about why I get to be the doctor and she has to be the vampire. "Because, I had dibs on the doctor!" I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"I'm here at the party like you wanted me too!"

"Okay. Who cares. The vampire is better than the doctor anyways."

Before she can respond, I shove a drink in her hand, and she just looks at me before she takes a sip. "Go get drunk. Have fun. I don't care what you do as long as you in someway end up having fun."

"You expect me to have fun by getting drunk?"

I don't know what causes my next actions. It was probably the idea of her getting drunk and dancing with other boys. I don't want that. Her back is pressed against the wall, our faces closer than they should be. "No. I didn't mean it like that. Don't get drunk. Your mom will probably kill me an-"

Callie's lips are on mine quickly, and I just look at her in shock when she pulls away. "Uh, what was that for?" I ask. Callie hates public affection. Like hate hates it.

"You wouldn't shut up, Doctor." I can't help but laugh, running my fingers through my hair. Only Callie could say it like a bad thing.

"You should've just killed me. I mean, you're the vampire. Unless you're like Edmund or what ever his name is and sparkle instead."

"Edmund is from Narnia. And I don't think vampires kill their boyfriends."

"But I'm a doctor. Covered in blood. How could vampires not want to eat me? I'm Irresistible!" Callie just rolls her eyes at me, shaking her head lightly.

"Well, then, Doctor," She says, biting her lip as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I don't feel good. I think I need a check up." I was going to say something about vampires not needing checkups, but I can't help but play along.

"You want a check up? We'll have to see. Maybe kisses will make it better." I mumble, forgetting that we're at a party as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, smirking lightly.

"There's only one way to find out," Callie whispers as her fingers find my hair, and I suck on her neck gently. "That's your job, right, doctor? To find out what's wrong with people?"

I don't know why, but she's so damn hot when she calls me doctor.

My hands grip her waist, pulling her closer to me. "But I think I already know. You, being a teenager are just like the rest of them. Horny."

"Tell me more, -" I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, moving them against hers desperately. My fingers tangle through her long hair to deepen the kiss as I run my tongue along her bottom lip, and she opens up eagerly. My lips part slightly as I gasped for air, and Callie takes the opportunity to pull my lower lip into her mouth, causing a low moan to escape my lips.

Callie's lips curve into a smile, like she's just realizing the affect she has on me. My hands slid under the fabric of her costume, and she stops me. "There's other people here." Callie whispers against my lips, only making me want more.

"Well, I'll guess I just have to take you somewhere else."

"Who says I want to go anywhere with you?" She teases, and I groan, kissing her again.

"You. You agreed earlier. That you would go anywhere with me."

Without another word, I just grab her hand and pull her through the house and the backseat of my car. Before I can even say anything, her lips are on mine again, pulling gently at the end of my torn shirt. She should know that there's no way I'm going to let her do that.

My hands find hers as I pin them to her sides. "Brandon," She mumbles into the kiss. "Let me do something." Callie pleads, and I just chuckle as I trail to her neck, sucking gently. A soft moan reaches my ears, and I can't help but smirk.

"I'm still not letting you go."

"What did I ever do to you?" She whines, attempting, and failing miserably at trying to free her wrists from my hands. "I wore this stupid costume for you an-"

"I didn't think you'd look this hot," I tell her, and a blush rises to her cheeks. "That's what you did to me. Make it so hard for me to keep my hands off of you."

"Who said you had to?" Callie asks, biting her lower lip, and I just let go of her wrists before kissing her roughly. Her hands find the hem of my shirt again, and I throw it to the trunk.

Her costume is the biggest tease. When I fumble with the strings, she just laughs at my frustrated expression. "Just remember that it was your idea for me to wear this."

"It was a good idea. Until now." I explain as the costume comes off, and as bad as it sounds, my eyes scan every part of her.

Her hands start to push off the scrubs I got from Lena. "Now we're even."

"I reject that. You're way more attractive than me. I'm the ugly one." I tell her, pouting.

Callie looks at me, her eyes meeting mine, and I reached out and matched her gesture, running a finger along the

lower line of her bra. She closes her eyes and makes a small sound of

pleasure. Gathering my courage I trace the outline of the cup covering her breast with my finger. I cup her breasts in my hands through the smooth fabric of her bra. As I gently squeeze, I could feel her nipples grow and press against my palms.

"God, Brandon." Callie moans quietly.

"There should be a doctor in there somewhere. Are you feeling better yet?" I ask, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them gently, feeling them harden under her bra.

"Y-yeah." She breathes out, and I can't help but smirk.

"I'm glad my treatment is working," I whisper into her ear, and she shivers. I slip the straps of her bra slowly down her shoulders and peel the fabric away before I place my hands over the warm flesh of her breasts again kissing her neck. "You've been healing remarkable well."

She whimpers breathlessly as I trail firm kisses down further down her chest, sucking at the flesh between her breasts, knowing that it'd be difficult for Callie to explain the purple marks that now dotted her neck to her mom once I drop her off at her house.

I shiver as she trails her fingers lightly down my spine. My hand moves slowly down her stomach, finally dipping below the thin fabric of her panties to feel her hot center.

"Somebody is enjoying this." I say before I shove two fingers into her, Callie moaning loudly.

"Fuck, Brandon." She moans, her nails digging into my arm.

"Hm. Did I really make you this wet?" I ask, and she moans, her hips bucking against my hand. I pull my fingers out of her, "Callie," I whisper, smirking. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

Callie bites her lip seductively, "I know what I want you to do," she whispers.

"Oh, and what's that?"

"I want you to fuck me senseless." Callie has always been bold, but I never heard her say anything like that before. Ordinarily that sort of language would have had me sputtering and blushing uneasily, but in this moment it had to be one of the sexiest things I have ever heard.

"You bad, bad girl," I mumble against her neck, lips barley brushing against that soft skin. "Be careful what you wish for."

"Brandon, I-"

I slide into her, kissing her roughly as she pulls at my hair, causing me to moan into the kiss. "Fuck, Callie." I thrust into her again, and she moans loudly.

"Brandon! Oh, God..."

I can't help but let out a small chuckle. "Are you gonna come for me?" I whisper into her ear, and she just nods breathlessly.

I find the scrubs I was wearing before, and Callie just looks at me. "Thanks, ." She says teasingly, and I just groan in frustration.

She better want round two.