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Imagine Callie saying, “I love Brandon.”

Callie’s POV

“Yes!” I whispered to myself in victory as I made it up to the window in Mariana’s room. I tapped on the glass lightly waiting for Mariana to open the window. It was around midnight and all the lights were out in the Fosters residence. Now was the only time I could see Brandon. Thankfully, all the girls in the group home agreed to cover for me. I was desperate to see Brandon after two weeks of just texting and skyping.

Mariana then appeared in her pajamas with a messy bun on top of her head. She opened the window for me and smiled, “I missed you so much!”

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly, “You have no idea how much I missed you.” I climbed into the familiar bedroom. I missed this place. I looked over to see my bed in the far corner still perfectly neat and did.

“Thank you for helping me get to Brandon,” I said turning back to her.

“I’d do anything just to see you again. Oh and before you go,” Mariana went over to her dresser and fished through her small makeup bag. She pulled out a small tube of lipstick and smiled, “Put some of this on." I sighed and rolled my eyes before heading over to the mirror. I glided the light pink lipstick across my lips then handed it back to Mariana.

"You look hot!” Mariana squealed, “Now, go!”

I took a deep breath before opening the door slightly to see the empty, dark hallway. I looked over to see Brandon’s room down the hallway right across from Stef and Lena’s room. I tiptoed out of Mariana’s room and made it past Jesus and Jude’s room. I’ll have to make a stop there before I go just to see Jude. It’s been a month since I’ve seen him. I hope he isn’t still mad at me.

I made it all the way across the hallway between Brandon and the Moms’ bedroom. I tapped on the door lightly waiting for Brandon to open it. Suddenly, the hallway lights turned on.“Great,”I thought. I turned around to see Stef standing in the doorway with her arms crossed of her chest. Then, Brandon opened his bedroom door. I didn’t dare to turn around.

“Callie, get out of this house now,” Stef said in a low, serious tone that brought shivers up my spine.

“Look, Mom-” Brandon began to say.

“Not one word, Brandon,” Stef cut him off, “Callie, I will call the cops if you don’t leave right this second.”

“Stef,” Lena shot her a glare before coming over to me, “Do you understand that you will be sent to another group home if you get caught leaving?”

I nodded, “Yes, I-I know the consequences.”

“Then, why would you leave?” Lena questioned.

“Because…I needed to see Brandon,” I said.

“You would rather be sent to another group home just to see Brandon?” Stef said in a mocking tone before shaking her head.

“I’d do anything for him,” I replied, “Because I love Brandon." Stef and Lena looked at me as if I was crazy, but it was the truth. I’d do anything for Brandon.

"You’re sixteen, for God’s sake,” Lena sighed, “You don’t know what love is." I felt the anger slowly build inside of me.

"You know,” I began to say, “Both of you taught me what love is. I learned that love is love and it doesn’t matter what people think of you when it comes to love. I never ever thought that I would ever find someone capable of loving someone like me before I met Brandon. He’s always been there for me since the day I met him and he makes me happy and loved. And if you can’t respect that, I’m sorry.”

I ran down the stairs with tear stained cheeks. “Callie, wait!” Brandon called. I made it past the yard before Brandon grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him and placed his lips onto mine. His lips moved against mine in unison as he wiped away my tears with his thumb. 

He pulled away from the kiss then his eyes looked deeply into mine. “Everything is going to be okay,” Brandon reassured me.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” All was fine, until we heard sirens in the distance.


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Where You Belong: A Brallie Fanfiction

Chapter Nine: Sleeping Beauty

Brandon’s POV

“The Moms are going to kill me,” I muffled to myself as I ran out into the driveway. This was the third time I passed curfew this month. I am so screwed. I fumbled with my keys as I opened the backdoor. The lights were all off in the kitchen and not a sound was heard. I thought the Moms would be waiting for me. I checked my clock again. 11:37. I quietly sneaked my way over to the living room.

Then, I saw a figure on the living room couch. As I got closer, I noticed that it was someone sleeping. It can’t be Wyatt. He was staying in my room. Suddenly, the body moved over to switch sides. It was Callie.

Then suddenly, I tripped on the chair in front of her making a loud squeaky noise. I braced myself for waking her up, but Callie remained asleep. She was definitely in deep sleep. I sat across from her on the coffee table. She looked so peaceful. I couldn’t help but look at her. I watched her body slowly rise up and down. Her plump, pink lips were slightly parted. Her brown waves were tied up into a high ponytail on the top of her head.

I missed her. Every time I look at her it brings me back to when she crashed her lips onto mine on the day of the wedding, and every time she looks at me, I know deep down she thinks about it too. I made a huge mistake going on a date with Talya today. The look on Callie’s face was just…awful. I’ve been making terrible decisions lately like drinking every bottle of beer in Dad’s apartment and going off on Liam. Well, going off on Liam wasn’t a huge mistake but Callie thought it was so it must be.

A muffled sound came from Callie’s lips as if she were in pain. “Callie,” I whispered. She moaned out and moved over so she was laying flat on the couch.

“I can’t, Liam,” She murmered softly. Liam?

“Callie, it’s Brandon,” I whispered in reply.

“Don’t hurt Brandon,” She cried softly. She must be dreaming of me and…Liam. That sounds like a nightmare to me. 

“Callie,” I gently shook her shoulders trying to get her to wake up.

“No! Liam, stop hurting me!” She mumbled and turned over once again so she was facing me. I waited till she didn’t say another word. Why was she sleeping down here? I then took her into my arms and carried her bridal style. Her head rested in the crook of my neck and her soft lips swiftly brushed against my skin. I couldn’t help but let out a smile.

I switched the lights off in the living room and carried Callie up the stairs. Quietly, I made my way past the Moms’ room and Jesus’s room. Then, I noticed someone was talking to someone in Mariana’s room. I peaked in through the little crack and saw Mariana pacing back in forth in her room with her phone held against her ear. I leaned against the wall to the side of the door and listened.

“I don’t have enough money yet,” She mumbled sternly, “You should be thankful I’m even doing this for you.” Mariana paused waiting for a reply, “When I have the money, I’ll pay the guy and you’ll be back here before you know it.” That’s when I stepped in. I came through the door and Mariana turned around in surprise. She looked at me then at Callie then spoke into her phone, “I’ll call you later, bye.” She hung up and threw her phone onto her bed.

“Who exactly were you talking to?” I questioned.

She crossed her arms, “Why exactly are you carrying Callie?” I looked down at Callie who’s body was nestled in my arms once more and laid her down onto her bed in the corner of the room. I pulled the blanket over her and made sure she was comfortable. Her head rested on her pillow as she slept more peacfully.

“She was sleeping downstairs so I brought her up,” I replied, “Who were you talking to?”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “It’s none of your business.”

“Last time you said that, you were selling Jesus’s pills at school which ended up with Mom getting shot,” I said.

“This has nothing to do with Anna this time,” She said while plopping down onto her bed.

“Then why do you need money?” I asked.

“If I tell you will you please shut up and not tell anyone about it,” She sighed.

“I promise only if no one ends up getting shot again,” I said. She held up her pinky. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my pinky around hers for a pinky promise.

“So, I’m paying this guy to get Lexi back from Honduras,” She whispered, “He knows how to get here and back without getting caught by the police.”

The amount of stupidity and carelessness was extreme with that said. “Are you serious Mariana?” I said while running my hands through my hair, “Now you are seriously crossing the line.” (No pun intended.)

“I’m doing this for Lexi. She needs to come back here to be with Jesus. I can’t just watch him screw every girl on this block because Lexi got sent away to Honduras with her family,” She explained. I admired how much she cared for her brother and her best friend, but breaking the law does not sound like a good idea. When does it even sound like a good idea?

“If they get caught by the police, the guy you’re paying, Lexi, and you will go to jail. You do understand that. right?” I said. I can’t believe this conversation we are having right now.

“They’ll be fine. The guy said he’s gotten people here and back with no problem at all,” She said it so simple which made me even more hesitant.

“How’d you even meet this guy?” I questioned.

She began to say, “Well, Anna-”

“I thought you said this had nothing to do with Anna. She’s a con artist. She’d do anything for money, if you haven’t already learned your lesson,” I said.

“See, this is why I never want to tell you anything. You always think of the worst of things,” She scoffed.

“I’m not thinking the worst of things. I’m just being realistic,” I explained. A loud ring came from behind us. I looked over to see Callie’s phone light up on the little drawer. I went over to see it was a text from no other than, Liam.

Tomorrow at 5? ;)

That winky face just killed it for me. I can’t let her do this. I can’t let Callie ever go near Liam, even if he apologized. I know he just wants someone to screw. “I’m going to bed,” I said as I walked out of the room. I walked into my room almost tripping over Wyatt since he was sleeping on the floor. He was wide awake doing something on his phone.

“Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t come home. Seeing you walk the walk of shame would’ve been a show,” Wyatt greeted.

“Thanks man,” I greeted back to him.

“I’M FINALLY YOUR MAN!” He exclaimed while fist pumping into the air, “It’s not ‘bro’ but 'man’ is good enough for me.” What a day.