This was supposed to be a oneshot story but people seemed to like it and I'm having Brallie withdrawal so I figured why not? Sorry if it's not all that fabulous. Let me know if I should keep going.

Callie lay in bed that night chastising herself for opening Pandora's Box again with Brandon. How could she have done this to him? Again. Repressing her true feelings came easy to her. Since her mom died, she had become practically a professional at doing just that. But Brandon had a harder time with their breakup. Of course he did. Brandon wrote love songs and wore his heart on his sleeve. He said things like, "What we feel happens once in a lifetime" and believed them.

Callie had hated herself for hurting him. And now, just when they seemed to get to a place of...not getting over it, not really being siblings...but maybe a place where he had resigned to the fact that they could never be together, a place where they could sort of co-exist, Callie had invited him to rub lotion all over her body and encouraged him not to be shy with his touch. She had kissed his fingers and pressed her body against his and completely dispelled any illusion he might have had that she didn't still think of him that way, didn't still want him, didn't miss his touch as much as he missed hers. This was not going to end well. This was going to end with him looking at her with hurt in his eyes and her questioning every choice she had made in the past year.

But Callie felt something else that night other than anger with herself. She felt butterflies. The same butterflies she felt when he gave her his guitar. When they had to look into each other's eyes during those silly dance lessons. The same butterflies she felt the first time he touched her hair and right before their first kiss and while he sang her Outlaws. Anticipation butterflies. The kind of butterflies that would be wonderful if she were a normal teenage girl and he was a boy she met at school. The kind of butterflies she tried to conjure up with Wyatt without success. These exhilarating, but utterly terrifying butterflies were exclusive to Brandon.

She flashed back to earlier that day- his breath on her neck, his fingers in her hair, his hands on her body. It was like he had communicated everything that he hadn't allowed himself to say for months with his touch. She didn't know how that was even possible but if anyone could speak his entire heart through his hands, it was Brandon, her piano prodigy.

She thought of how there had been a lightness in his eyes the entire rest of the day and how she had wanted to do twenty cartwheels in a row on the beach. Hopefully the family would attribute their unusual cheerfulness to the ocean air. But the reality, she thought, is that her opening the door even the slightest crack had made both of them feel alive in a way they hadn't felt in months.

She had been going through the motions for months- working hard to be the good daughter, going to school, going to her part-time job, hanging out with Jude and Mariana. And she hadn't been unhappy. She was more content than she had ever dreamed would be possible. She was loved by a family that she loved back. And she had truly believed that would be enough. But tonight it wasn't. She wasn't sure why being near the ocean had broken her resolve but it had. She wanted the boy who inspired her to make music and to be a better person and made her want to believe in happily ever after. The boy who made her dream even though she had stopped believing in dreams a million lifetimes ago.

She glanced over to make sure Mariana was sound asleep before slipping down the carpeted steps and out the door onto the wraparound porch. She was about to text him to meet her side when she saw him looking back at her with an expectant smile.

He was waiting for her. There was, as Callie already knew, no going back from their sexy little encounter this afternoon. The dread in her stomach was overshadowed by the delicious anticipation that she felt rushing from her head to her toes.

"What took you so long?" he whispered, taking her in his arms.

"I don't..." she stuttered before her lips crashed hungrily onto his for the first time in entirely too long.

When they couldn't stand to be vertical any longer, they fell back on to the hammock, continuing to kiss frantically and touch greedily.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as she placed a trail of kisses up his neck before nibbling on his earlobe, "God, I missed you Callie."

She should have told him they were taking too big a risk. She should have told him they should slow down and savor this. Or she should have told him she missed him too, that she loved him beyond reason, that she was sorry for all of the heartache she caused. But for the first time in forever, Callie didn't speak or think or worry about what was past or what was next. She listened to the waves crash on to the shore as she let herself crash completely into Brandon.

She was sure of just one thing in that moment- she had never felt more alive.