My iPod autocorrect changes Brallie to Jealous. All I'm going to say on that.

Brallie: Yeah, story starters usually are for me(: I promise chapters will get longer in the future.

Bhavana331: Yikes, more than a couple! Thanks, I went back and edited them. My phone autocorrect isn't nice to me ;-;


His mothers thought he was going to a friends house. Hopefully they had no suspicion of his actual plans; Mom and Lena already gave them glances when they spoke. But after the events of last week, he had to find her, and had to speak to her. Walking along the beach, he was quite astounded he actually found her. She was almost completely hidden from view by plants, under a dock.

"Callie," he said, walking over to her, pushing apart cat-tails as he did so.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, resting her head on a post supporting the dock.

"You've been gone a while. Wanted to make sure you were ok."

She rolled her lips between her teeth. A bruise lingered on her cheek, the stitches still in her forehead. Worry overtook him.

"Are you ok?" he sat down next to her, his leg brushing hers.

"Fine," she didn't opened her eyes. They sat in silence.

"About.. In the hospital.."

She turned to him abruptly, disturbing her hair. "No one can know."

"I know.. Just.. Are we ever going to talk about it?"

"No. This is the best foster home Jude and I have been in. He's happy here. I'm not messing it up just because I.." her voice stopped in the middle of the sound.

"Have feelings?"

She didn't say anything.

"Callie," he put his hand over hers, and didn't speak again until she looked at him. "I'm not Liam."

She looked at him.

She jumped up suddenly. "I can't.." he could see her eyes turn pink. Before she could walk away, he placed one hand on her shoulder, turned her around, then the other.

"What happened with Liam?" he asked softly, his face inches from her.

Her breathing quickened, and he instantly regretted asking her. He grabbed her shoulders as she doubled over, trying to sit her down.

"Sorry," she mumbled after a while.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn't have asked."

"No it's.. It's fine," she took a breath. "I'll tell you sometime, but now.. I can't, Brandon."

"I understand," he didn't press it.

"At the party.. You fought Liam, didn't you?" it was the first time she asked about that night.

"Yes."

"Why?"

He looked at her sideways. "I saw what he was doing to you."

Once more, they were silent.


Change in Point of Views


She sat underneath a dock, leaning against a wooded pole, thinking. Brandon kissed me. And I let him.

"Callie."

Her eyes closed, her head rested against the damp wood. You have got to be kidding me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"You've been gone a while. Wanted to make sure you were ok."

She rolled her lips between her teeth. He was making it so hard..

"Are you ok?" he sat down next to her, his leg brushing hers.

"Fine," she didn't opened her eyes. They sat in silence.

"About.. In the hospital.."

She turned to him abruptly, disturbing her hair. "No one can know."

"I know.. Just.. Are we ever going to talk about it?"

"No. This is the best foster home Jude and I have been in. He's happy here. I'm not messing it up just because I.." her voice stopped in the middle of the sound, unable to finish the sentence without being completely ridiculous.

"Have feelings?"

She didn't say anything.

"Callie," he touched her hand. "I'm not Liam."

The noises in her ears seemed to shift. And that unwelcome feeling overcame her once more, the kind that was happening more and more when he was around. The kind that made her senses go a bit fuzzy. The kind that makes her stomach burn. The kind that made her think, maybe they could.

The kind Liam used to give her.

She jumped up suddenly. "I can't.." memories flooded her mind and spilled from her eyes as she tried to walked away. He placed one hand on her shoulder, turned her around, then the other.

He held her shoulders like a vice, moving closer. "Come on, Callie.. Remember all the fun we had?"

"What happened with Liam?" he asked softly, his face inches from her.

Her breathing quickened, and a terrible nauseous feeling crept in her stomach. Her entire body seemed to burn, and she couldn't stop the rush of images.
She turned, doubled over, now completely hysterically crying. Brandon put and arm on her shoulder, easing her down, sitting next to her. He rubbed her back until her sobs turned to hiccups. At which point, she leaned away. "I'm sorry," she murmured.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn't have asked."

"No it's.. It's fine," she took a breath. "I'll tell you sometime, but now.. I can't, Brandon," she said honestly.

"I understand."

Her hysteria subsiding, the feeling was back. More than anything.. She wasn't Callie, the protective older sister. Callie, the girl who was in juvie. Callie, the one with secrets. Callie, the one with no parents. When she was around him.. It was different. She was Callie, a girl that someone wanted to know. A girl that someone fought for.

Brandon shoved him into the wall. He fought back, drunkenness making his hits poorly aimed, but more furious.
Mariana ran down the stairs, grabbing Callie. "Brandon!"

"At the party.. You fought Liam, didn't you?" it was the first time she asked about that night.

"Yes."

She stared at him, dumbstruck. She couldn't process the weight of one word. He didn't even deny it, rather, seemed to brush it off. Finally streamlining her reaction to one thought, she asked, "Why?"

He looked at her sideways. "I saw what he was doing to you."

The feeling was back. She understood it, she just wasn't used to it. How could she be; she was never in one place enough to make any relationships other than Liam, and that went down in flames. This was the second time she'd ever gotten close to a guy. And it terrified her. But she didn't have to worry about it; they were foster siblings. Nothing would happen. Nothing could happen.


Word length isn't always my thing. I'm debating moving the entire story through Brallie one shots, which could get veryy hard to write, or add in.. other stuff. Don't know.